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| Melo | May 29 2011, 11:01 PM Post #1 |
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Almost Perfect.
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Chapter II: Welcome to Yardrat! Not...So Instant Transmission Quest “Welcome to Yardrat! Home of the Instant Tranmission! We hope you have a wonderful time in Prapra Hamlet, and please come visit us again!” the voice droned out from almost every docking bay exit. It was customary to have a welcome speech playing in the docking bay of any big tourist heavy city in the galaxy. Yardrat would not be any different, save for the fact that there was an actual Yardratian greeting people instead of a floating holo-screen. A touring couple, Maguma-jin from the looks of their crimson skin, smiled and thanked the tourist greeter when it was their turn to be properly welcomed to the planet of blue sand. The line to exit the docking bay coiled around each stationed where a ship or pod was floating, meaning somewhere actually waiting on their exit ramps. Even with five greeters working it was still taking a long time. “Welcome to Yardrat! Home of the Insta-“ “I’ve been waitin’ in line for seventy minutes. I’m not havin’ a wonderful time and I likely won’t be comin’ back,” interrupted a man wearing a black and green jumpsuit with a small CC pin on the collar. “Well perhaps you should learn Instant Transmission! It is the premiere technique of the Yardratians!” answered the greeter. The short, bald man was still quite happy, showing why it was hard for the Yardratians to do anything but remain neutral. Back on Earth, there would have been a verbal confrontation between the two. Here on Yardrat: just more helpful advice given to hopefully ease the mood of a grumpy tourist. “Is it on sale for 19.95 plus shipping and handling with a money back guarantee?” came back the agitated visitor. For the first time the greeter seemed stumped, staring at the taller fellow with a look of partial confusion. The next two people in line, a couple, stepped forward and he immediately dropped whatever he was trying to think about to get back to work. “Welcome to Yardrat! Home of the Instant Transmission!” was heard by the super-sensitive hearing that Melo possessed as he walked by the greeter and into the capital city of Prapra Hamlet. The contrast of the silver skyscrapers with the blue sand that covered the entire city was impressive. A reflective blue shimmer rolled off of each tall building, making it look like the entire city was underwater if the suns were at the proper position in the sky. If he had been an artist, photographer, or an actual tourist it would have moved him. Melo was here on business and business only; there was no time to be moved by anything other than his feet. Ebon boots crunched down on the multi-hued blue sand, bringing him into the equivalent of downtown West City on Yardrat. For a peaceful planet renown for its tranquility and focus, Prapra Hamlet was a complete reversal of that perception. Outside influence had certainly taken hold of what used to be the rural planet of Yardrat. If Prapra Hamlet was the result, then it was one of the best examples of foreign exposure Melo had ever seen. A quick check on his personal communication device reminded him of the location he was seeking: Crimson Computronics. Under the Yardratian directory, it was listed as one of the factories and research labs in the Prapra Hamlet metropolitan area – meaning it was at least ten miles from the actual city. That meant he was going to need a ride to get there without sticking out like a sore thumb by walking. It did not take him much time to find one of the neon-colored holo-signs that signaled a spot to stand and wait for taxis. Having Earth’s most common language be the North Galactic standard was great, that way he did not have to try and decipher any ancient Yadratian text. A floating blue, air car pulled up next to the spot where he was standing. A family of Namekians stepped out the back: a male, a female, and two teenage boys. The two youths were in an argument that sounded pretty intense. “Piccolo Jr. was the greatest Namekian of all time!” yelled the taller of the two. “No way! Kami watched out after the whole Earth while his evil half was trying to destroy everything!” retorted the brother, much louder than he should have. “I’m going to show both of you who the greatest Namekian of all time is if you don’t pipe down! You’re makin’ a damn scene!” interjected the father Namekian, standing at a full eight feet tall and looking very agitated. Melo chuckled to himself and slipped into the back of the Yadratian cab. After indicating where he wanted to go, the floating vehicle lifted further off of the ground and headed west towards the city limits. For some reason Melo kept reflecting on the Namekien family that had used the cab before him. Part of his mind was trapped in the mental signature that was left by the group – a residual effect from being around Athena – and the other part began to think about his family. When he had one before Yellow and Rojo Research had taken everything away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Dom! Doooooooooom!” yelled a young girl, no older than fifteen, standing over a man that was comfortably asleep. “…what the hell, Elena?” responded the formerly sleeping man. One dark brown hue opened up to stare at the upside-down visage of his younger sister. She had all of the stubbornness of him, along with the feminine insistence that she was always right: always. Despite her forward attitude, she was a cute girl with the promise of growing into a beautiful woman. Dom was already prepared to kick lots of ass when she started to seriously date guys. Until then he was the big brother that brought home the food, the money, and kept everyone safe and sound. It had been just the two of them since he was ten years old. Raising a baby at that age was the hardest thing he had even done in his life. It was a miracle that she turned out to be okay. Responsibility hit him like a ton of bricks the moment he realized it was just him and his baby sister. Things were much better than when they started; he had clawed his way to the top of the most powerful families in Rex City, making him lead enforcer and giving him the leeway he needed to make ends meet. When he was twenty and Elena was ten, she brought home two kids who ended up in the same situation they had been the past ten years. Both of them had no name and nowhere to go at the age of four. Rex City was hard on people and did not discriminate by age. “You’re supposed to get ready for your big business deal today. Remember? You said you were leaving for a bit and coming back with enough money so we can move? You also said you were taking me to the mall, so don’t forget that either!” She stuck her tongue out at him right before she turned to leave. Elena did a fantastic job of taking care of Mike and Ike, the eight year-old twins they welcomed into their family four years ago. She picked them up from school when classes were over, made sure they did their homework, and gave them dinner. It was hard work taking care of others, and yet somehow the four of them had made it this far. Elena was turning into quite the young lady, and she had a good heart, something that was very rare in Rex City. Dom pushed himself out of bed and got to his feet, knowing he needed to shower and get ready for his ‘big business’ meeting. He had recently made a deal that would get them out of the financial strife they were in, and far away from Rex City. No more battling in the streets for someone else, kicking in doors in order to put fear into the competition: a nice, normal life for him and his family. When he got out of the shower, he heard a swift knocking on the door to their apartment, followed by Elena answering. Even though the voice of the man speaking was muffled, he knew who it was and finished tossing on a green jacket. “Dom! It’s for you!” yelled Elena. Edited by Melo, May 29 2011, 11:16 PM.
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| Melo | May 29 2011, 11:02 PM Post #2 |
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The smell of something foul snapped him out of his flashback / dream. It was rare that Melo would actually fall asleep anymore. After becoming something other than human, he rarely needed rest in the form of sleep. His vision was hazy while he was coming back to consciousness. Melo could make out the metal floor that was belong his hanging feet. At the thought of being suspended, he looked up and saw the blur form of a pair of energy restraints: two connected to a reinforced cord that kept his body in the air. Both of his arms were above his head, stretching him out the full length of his body. Many questions ran through his head, including what happened to the simple taxi ride that he was going to take to the outskirts of Prapra Hamlet. He turned his head over to the right and discovered a piece to the puzzle in his mind. The cab driver was suspended much like him, but dark blue blood leaking from his sides and mouth indicated they had not shared the same fate. Melo had seen enough of the abysmal scene to want to make a swift exit. Just as he started to kick his legs back and forth in an attempt to build momentum, the creaking sound of an old, rusty door interrupted him. The next sound he heard was the clicking of a pair of heels on the floor. Emerald hues focused on the person that strolled into the containment room. Long, curls of blond showered down the woman’s head, ending at her shoulders. She was wearing a form-fitting uniform, tight in all the right places to expose the curves of her frame. The black material looked like leather, but in the Yardratian heat it was hard to believe it was anything close to cowhide. Her top was opened to reveal a very healthy amount of cleavage – likely the first way she got information from people. If that did not work, she had a very attractive face, even a beauty mark new the upper left side of her mouth. What was most striking were the orange-color of her eyes, very unique for a human female. The final resort was an ebony whip that was coiled around her waist like a python. “Look, if this is about my monthly subscription to a particular porn site, I swear I can catch up on the payments. Answer me this though: I didn’t know they used their models for their collection service. How’re the benefits packages?” Even in his predicament, Melo could not keep the lopsided-smirk off of his face. He had been in worse situations in Rex City, and stuck with uglier interrogators. So far this was starting much better than a normal, old-fashioned torture session. “Very humorous, Mr. Green,” she responded, turning to face him once she walked all the way into the room. “I’m afraid I cannot relay the same amount of humor to our meeting. It is very rude of you to show up at our facility and start such carnage. The way you devoured even the best of our guards when we tried to stop you. It was very impressive, more than I would like to admit. It seems Doctor Yellow was right about you. A natural born killer.” Her voice, the fact that she used his real last name, and her eyes all triggered his memory. She was the blonde with the rack that he rode back with when Yellow and his bodyguard picked him up. The absence of a ki signature let him know what he was dealing with: Android. There was no sense of surprise to that discovery. Capsule Corporation’s information database was very informative about Androids and their lack of presence. Perfect stealth killers and assassins, ready to do any job they were programmed to do with no questions asked. “I didn't do shit!” he retorted with a frown on his face. She had managed to change his mood with just a couple of words. The thought of losing control again really freaked him out. He worked hard in making sure that he was not a liability to the people he was around. A quick check with the other lurking in his subconscious only got him a maddening laughter from his inner voice. The look in his emerald eyes showed that he finally believed what she just told him. “Oh! Now you believe me, hm? Checking with that thing inside of you? There is no use fighting you know? You and it are going to become more and more the same until you won’t know the difference. Now I must go, but before I do let me give you something to remember us by.” The machine grabbed the whip from her side and clicked a switch on the hilt. A crackle of electricity arced along the weapon as she snapped it at the base of Melo’s feet. He opened his mouth to protest her use of such a violent weapon, only to be gifted with the pain of a huge voltage surge coursing through his body. He shook violently from the charged whip, legs writhing in pain each time her whip tore away a patch of his flesh. There would be no marks of her present to Melo, his body was programmed to repair itself from even the most devastating injury. It was just to give him something to remember the next time he thought about trying to track down Doctor Yellow. What was likely minutes seemed like hours until the woman paused and lowered her head slightly as if she were trying to better hear someone. A disappointed look on her face showed that her play time with the genetic creation was over. Her whip was switched off and coiled around her waist again, doubling as a fashion statement. She rested hand on Melo’s face, trailing a black-gloved digit down the side of his jaw. “Time to go, darling. I hope this is the last time we meet. For your sake.” Her heels clicked behind her with every step as she headed for the door. “Hey, bitch,” rasped out Melo. She paused, turned her head over her shoulder and raised a thin eyebrow over her eye. “Tell Yellow, after he’s done taking it up the ass from your dick, I’ll be payin’ both of you a visit.” Melo spat immediately after his quip, leaving a small spot of dark red on the metal floor. “Such a brute. Here, I’ll send you to meet the rest of your pitiful family.” she rolled a silver sphere over to him before she walked out of the door and closed it. Melo could hear the high-pitched beeping sound that emanated from the orb underneath his boots. Common sense told him that it was an explosive device, and experience reaffirmed that suspicion. Sure, he could regenerate from injury; he just did not feel like testing out whether or not an explosion would finish him off. Emerald eyes searched around the room for something to use to escape as the timer in his head kept pace with that of the explosive underneath him. Precious seconds later he was in the same position with nothing immediately around him of any real use. “COME! ON!” he yelled out in frustration, not believing he was about to be sent to the grave by such a snotty whore. “Welcome to Yardrat! Home of the Instant Tranmission!” chimed in a voice from the direction of the door. Melo looked towards the direction of the entrance to the abandoned warehouse and saw a short man with purple skin. Instantly, he recognized him as the greeter he ran into at the docking bay. He would have thought he was dreaming if he was not already aware of his consciousness thanks to the android woman’s whip. “I’m not even going to ask how or why you were following me. If you want me to have a good time in Prapra Hamlet then get me the fuck out of here!” he yelled, looking down at the silver sphere that was sounding off louder and louder. “Well perhaps you should learn Instant Transmission! It is the premiere technique of the Yardratians!” answered the greeter. “Not really in the position to learn some kung fu right now. Neither are you so why don’t you figure out how we’re going to esc- Hey, what are you doing?” the Yardratian walked over to Melo and placed a hand on his thigh. “Hell no. I’m not about to have gay sex with a Yardratian right before I d-” The warehouse went up in a violent explosion of white hot energy, sending a pillar of light into the night-time sky above Prapra Hamlet. Several miles away, Melo was panting heavily as he caught his breath from the sudden shift of location. Next to him the greeter had a huge smile on his face, glancing up at the man he just saved. “Xerash! I hope you are not out there bothering the tourists! I told you to stop pretending to work for the city as a greeter and focus on your stud- Oh, hello.” Melo looked behind him to see a woman standing in the door way of a small house. She was slightly taller than Xerash with a disappointed look on her face. “I’m sorry, my son is a bit eccentric. He wants to be a martial arts trainer like his brother, but he has the strangest way of finding people he would like to teach.” “Nah, I think he’s a pretty good kid. I could learn a thing or two from his approach. Mind if I hang around for a while?” Edited by Melo, May 30 2011, 01:29 AM.
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| Melo | May 29 2011, 11:03 PM Post #3 |
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[ + 390 EXP // +150 Zenni ] [ Not...So Instant Transmission Quest ] [ Reward(s): Instant Transmission ]
Edited by Melo, May 29 2011, 11:59 PM.
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