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| Riku_Wokenblade | Jun 19 2011, 05:06 PM Post #1 |
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Good evening. Due to the current lack of plot, I have decided to take this opportunity and write a bit about a character I have not been able to introduce yet. His name is Rodrigo Sakata. He was created when I invited a friend to join the GWH, but he never got around to actually give life to his own character, which was supposed to have an interlinked story with mine, so I did him the favor. Riku met him during his two years of wandering around after he left Bralai for the first time, and he has his own little Gantz-based background that I will tell you about now. We'll see more of him in the actual plot, soon. Please enjoy. ------------------------------ --->Planet Earth --->Somewhere in South America --->Approximately five years ago The dusty back alley seemed to be empty. Located in a marginal, poverty sector of the city, the only things visible were a couple of trash bags and a trash container. The dull brick and cement walls had some ugly graffitti all over them. Overall, nothing interesting to see. A stray cat jumped down from the plated rooftops on the trash container, and then to the bags on the floor, ready to search for its lunch somewhere around. But as soon as the cat landed on the bags, the lid of the container exploded, interrupting the eerie tranquility of the area. Startled, the cat ran around the corner and out of sight. From the dust that had emerged as a result of the mysterious blast, something invisible emerged. It jumped out of its hiding place, landed on top of the trash bags just like its feline predecessor, and then crouched on one side of the great metallic box, as if hiding again. That was when the invisible being became visible, little rays of electricity revealing its figure. A panting, thin young male of about 15 years of age, dressed in a strange full-body, tight black suit. His hair was long and brown, and he wore sun shades, despite it being the hour of twilight in the middle of a dark alley. In his hands he held a large rifle, clearly not of human technology. Visibly scared, he looked all over the place through his weapon's aiming reticule. There was no one around.... Which was very weird. He was sure he had heard someone tap on the lid of his safe zone. Then again, this was all very weird. How was it possible that he, the leader of his team, had been assigned as the target this time? Had the bald guy gone mad? This had never happened before. He had never had to kill one of his own members. So what was the reason behind all this? It had to be an accident, it had to be. He knew the only two ways out of this predicament. One: He would be assassinated by his friends, and they would earn points. Two: They'd run out of mission time, they would fail to kill him and they'd all survive, but they would lose all their points, which were very difficult to get. He didn't know what to do. On one hand, he didn't want to be the cause of his entire team losing their hard-earned points, which they desperately needed for the incoming catastrophe. On the other hand, if he died, he knew his team would spend their points in reviving him. But that would mean less chances of surviving the impending apocalypse.... For now, he had just tried to avoid all confrontations. However, he was aware that, in the end, it was hopeless. Their equipment, their radars, would eventually find him. He just prayed his team would find another way out of this. All of a sudden, he heard the distinctive sound of feet stepping on metal plates. At reflex speed, he aimed his gun at the rooftops, trying to spot the source of the movement. The sounds stopped immediately, as the other invisible hunters knew their leader had been alerted to their presence. A very dangerous silence followed this event, in which the sun-shaded guy just kept aiming upwards.... Until something silver passed right through everything. The leader managed to dodge it just in time by activating his suit's power and jumping high in the air, far above the rest. The silver thing turned out to be the blade of an extremely long katana, which had tried to slash the man in half, and had cut the entire surroundings instead. As the houses crumbled, the weapon fire began all over the place. Five invisible people were shooting the airborne leader from the roofs, but their guns were not shooting bullets. In fact, they seemed to be shooting nothing at all, but lights flashed from the tips of the weapons every time they pulled the triggers. Just like the fugitive's rifle, who was shooting everywhere where he believed the invisible targets to be. After a few rounds of this, he lost inertia and fell into another alley from quite a height. However, he was unharmed.... or so it looked like. The suit had some round, silver buttons on several places, and from these buttons, a blue, gooey liquid was protuding. The man grunted upon seeing this. Mierda! (Shit!) Without any other choice, he began to run away, a plan forming in his mind. Every time the team had to undergo a hunting mission, they had to do it within the limits of a boundary. If they fled past those limits during the mission, their heads would explode. His plan was to kill himself by running outside of the boundary. That way, the whole team would not earn any points, but they'd still have the chance to revive him. Only they wouldn't be able to with the points they had. Maybe in the future, after the catastrophe was over.... But something made his plan come to a premature end. A rope, bound to three pegs, came out from the rooftops and tied him up while he ran, inmobilizing his arms. Then, the pegs automatically nailed themselves to the ground, unabling him to move at all. Frightened, the leader turned his head back. The rest of the team, who was walking towards him, became visible. They were all wearing the same suits, and they consisted of two brothers, an adult, a fat kid, and a girl. One of the brothers, the eldest, was pointing a unique gun at his leader. The gun had three cannons in a Y shape. The leader chuckled. Heh.... La pistola Y, eh? Buen plan, Juan.... (Heh... The Y-Gun, huh? Good plan, Juan....) Juan: Claro.... Ganaremos los puntos, pero no quedarás en la memoria del sistema. Además.... (Right.... We win the points, but you won't remain in the system's memory. Besides....) His younger brother, a taller and slightly chubbier boy, finished the phrase for him. Nico: ....talvez descubras donde va la gente que es "enviada", después de todo. (....maybe you'll find out where the people who are "transferred" go to, after all.) The one that was tied up began to laugh. The rest had surprised him this time, he had to admit it. They didn't usually come up with plans like these. ¡¿O sea, quieren probar la teoría ahora?! (So, you want to test the theory now?!) The fattest guy in the group answered this. Diego: Mejor ahora que nunca, ¿no? No vamos a tener otra oportunidad, la catastrofe se acerca cada vez más. Y si todo sale bien, podrías ayudarnos mucho, si es que estamos en lo correcto y te vas a la fortaleza de los alienígenas. (Better now than never, right? We're not gonna have another chance, the catastrophe is lurking ever closer. And if all goes well, you could help us a lot, if we're correct and you go to the alien's stronghold.) The girl spoke up now. Leonor: No me gusta mucho la idea, estarías solo y rodeado de aliens. Pero yo sé que tu puedes. (I don't like the idea much, you'd be alone and surrounded by aliens. But I know you can do it.) Heheh.... Gracias. (Heheh.... Thanks.) The last member of the group, an adult with goatee and glasses, looked at a small console he was carrying, and then adressed the rest of the group. Damian: Se nos acaba el tiempo, el pelado nos va a transferir a la base pronto. Si lo vamos a hacer, tiene que ser ahora. (We're running out of time, Baldie's gonna transfer us to the base soon. If we're gonna do it, it has to be now.) Juan nodded at him, then looked back at his leader, smirking. He had not stopped aiming at him in all this time. Juan: No te lo tomes personal, Sakata. (Don't take this personally, Sakata.) Hah! Ya quisiera.... Pero igual, gracias a todos. (Hah! I wish.... But anyways, thank you, everyone.) Buena suerte! (Good luck!) Juan pressed his gun's trigger again. Sakata could not feel what was happening to him, but he knew what it was. A laser had appeared from the sky, and it was scanning him from top to bottom. As it went, the parts of his body already scanned started to disappear. With a last look at his team, Sakata replied: Éxito para ustedes. Lo van a necesitar. (Success for you guys. You'll need it.) And just like that, he vanished.... Edited by Riku_Wokenblade, Jun 19 2011, 05:07 PM.
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| Riku_Wokenblade | Jun 22 2011, 03:49 AM Post #2 |
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Sakata, the hunter from Earth, momentarily lost consciousness. He felt nothing. It felt like being dead, or that's what he thought death felt like. But who could really tell? Something like this probably couldn't be told by any conventional means. No, it couldn't be transmitted from one person to another. The only way to really know the feeling was to feel it. Wait.... How was it possible that he could still think so much? Hadn't he lost consciousness? Last thing he could remember, he had been transferred by his teammate, the one he used to consider to be the most worthless. So, maybe he wasn't unconscious at all! Reality sure felt different, though.... He was suddenly reminded of something important. If the team's theory was correct, he should be smack in the middle of the enemy territory. Which meant he could be surrounded by hostiles right now. Time to get up and evaluate the situation. Sakata tried opening his eyes and looking around, but he was blinded by some strong yellow light. It hurt. Closing them, he tried again, slowlier this time. It took a while to get used to this light, it wasn't certainly like anything he had seen before. But once he was able to see.... He couldn't believe what he saw. He was in some desert. But not just any desert. The ground was 100% rocks of the same, dull red color. The sky was completely yellow. But the real surprising factor, the one that threw Sakata completely off, was that the source of illumination was not the sun. In fact, there was no sun. Instead, a mysterious, gigantic, silver stream flowed through the firmament like a slow-motion river, shining brighter than the sun he knew, yet somehow visible and harmless to the eye. It was really hot, but that wasn't the reason for the hunter's sweating. Where the hell was he?! Was that huge thing a hallucination, a mirage?! It looked very real, yet incredible at the same time.... He began to shake in fear. That stream gave off a very overwhelming vibe. He looked around again. No one in sight. Nothing at all but rocks all over, reaching out to the furthest corners of the burning horizon. Even more overwhelming, now mixed with solitude. So, now he was lost in the middle of an unknown desert on an unknown planet, with nobody to help or confront him? Qué mierda hago ahora?! (What the hell do I do now?!) He shouted it out into infinity. As if an answer would rain down from that heavenly flow. Was the theory.... wrong? Did the transferred ones simply get thrown into a trash world to die? ....looking around again and thinking twice, he wondered if this was the case. There were no corpses or skeletons anywhere. They were probably somewhere else, though.... In either case, whether the theory was right or not, it was probably best to start moving and investigate. Before he set out though, he checked the radar on his gear. It showed nothing.... Well, that was to be expect-- .....eh? There was something on it.... A red dot, like the ones used to locate their targets, was shown not too far from his location. Sakata looked in that direction. Nothing there.... Well, it was most likely far away. Grabbing his rifle, which was on the holster on his leg, he started to head towards his only clue, a little bit of hope rising up inside. Edited by Riku_Wokenblade, Jun 22 2011, 03:51 AM.
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| Riku_Wokenblade | Jun 22 2011, 11:19 PM Post #3 |
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Strange.... the red dot didn't seem to get closer at all from his location. Sakata prayed that the radar wasn't broken or anything.... This was his only clue. And the heat was taking its toll on him quickly.... He felt tired, and very thirsty. Looking in front of himself, he could just see the same, monotone landscape. And the beautiful stream in the sky as well, only it seemed less and less beautiful, and more and more menacing. As if its mysterious presence was the simple reason for his exhaustion, and not the heat it was emanating. Wait a second.... was the stream this world's heater? Now that he thought about it, the heat seemed to be coming from.... underneath. From the rocks, the ground. Stopping to take a breath, Sakata looked upwards. The stream was not irradiating heat, but something else. It had its own presence, like if it was a person. Or, more precisely.... an infinite amount of people, joined as one. It was hard to describe, but that would have to do. But the bad part of that was the pressure it exerted on this world.... and on him. So many people, so many souls up there, looking down on him.... Maybe that was the reason for the feeling of overwhelmingness? Whatever it was, Sakata didn't like it. It was worse than the heat, than the solitude.... Than the faraway dot that never moved. No, that was as bad. If it didn't get closer, he would die. Desperate, he looked in the dot's direction. Nothing at all?! The hunter fell to his knees. It was hopeless. The theory was wrong, and he would fry to death on this unknown planet, on this sandy ground.... ....Sandy? It sure didn't feel sandy before.... He took a closer look at his surroundings. He was kneeling on a clearing made of silky, clear sand, perfectly circular in the middle of this sea of stones. Sakata couldn't believe it. Hallucination? He checked his radar again, and to his surprise, he found he was standing right on the red dot. As if he had never been tired, and as if some strong instinct had overcome him, the young man began to dig. It was not long or too deep until he came upon a metal box stuck in the ground. It had some buttons and a small screen on one side. ¿Qué....? (What....?) There was a small button that seemed to be its power source. Sakata pressed it.... and some words appeared on the screen. To add to this chain of surprises, the words that appeared were in English. Sakata focused. Despite his main language being Spanigh, he could speak some English. He tried reading what was on the screen. Our last station is this wasteland, Geocrack. Our next destination is the Red Planet. Once we get there, only a minor space warp will separate us from Earth. If we do not reach the Red Planet, our journey will have been in vain. For the Red Planet shall be our base in our campaign to conquer the blue. The final surprise, the greatest one of them all. The hunter was filled with opposite emotions. Joy for finding something that confirmed a bit of the theory. Terror.... for what this meant. |
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| Riku_Wokenblade | Aug 14 2011, 06:05 AM Post #4 |
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Así que.... El Planeta Rojo existe.... (So.... the Red Planet exists....) What was believed to be a simple apocalyptic theory, one of the many that circulated throughout the virtual network that linked every part of his planet, was actually true. It had many interpretations, but the actual theory stated that a gigantic red planet would approach the Earth when a cycle ended, and it would bring great changes to humanity with its coming, saving only a select few to see the new world that would be created. But this message.... it shone light on it all. Apparently, those changes mentioned in the Red Planet theory meant total destruction of the human race. And the catastrophe that the hunters were preparing for could be no other than this. Everything fit. Sakata dropped to his knees again. His team back on Earth would not last long against an alien invasion of this caliber, even with their technology. He knew the Red Planet theory well, and he was certain of the doom that loomed over his planet. He had never been a defender of human life, since he thought it was kind of hypocritical. His job being killing other sentient beings, he found little difference between a human and an alien. But this.... this kind of sparked something inside of him. Now that he was the only person who knew enough to stop the aliens, he felt compelled to give it a try. How many times does one get transported to an alien world and gets the chance to save all of mankind? ....eehh.... Come to think of it, did he have the chance? How was he going to even reach the Red Planet? How was he supposed to know the way home? He was still stranded on this heated rock.... Geocrack, according to the message. Maybe the console held more answers. If only he knew how to operate it, that is. Sakata tried pressing a small green button close to the screen. The message changed to a symbol-based language he was unfamiliar with. Pressing the button again did nothing. Great, now he had to work an alien machine that gave out alien letters.... He tried a series of little gray buttons that were clumped up together and then waited for something to happen. ...... Without warning, something did. The ground began to rumble, and in fear, Rodrigo gripped his gun tightly, checking if something hostile was coming his way. But instead, a hole opened up not too far from where he was. If everything that had happened up to now wasn't enough, a brand new ship emerged from the hole on a metal platform. It was black all over, and round-ish in shape. Once it stopped at ground level, the surroundings ceased to tremble. ....OK? Well, he would have to get used to these uncommon occurences, it seemed. Looking back at the console, he noticed two progress bars had filled up while his attention was diverted to the spaceship's appearance. Also, a small computer icon and a ship icon, very similar to the ship now in front of him, had popped up on the screen. An arrow pointed from the computer to the spacecraft. Sakata interpreted it as the message being sent over to the vehicle. Well, whatever it meant, he should probably check inside of it, to move along. Once inside, he approached the pilot seat. The controls didn't look like anything the hunter would have expected, at all. In front of the excessively broad seat were two panels at hand height, and in front of that, a large table with light blue, electronic symbols that made no sense. There were also two panels on the ground, apparently to place one's feet. Qué de.... (What the....) Now what? This thing had obviously been left behind, but why? Did this mean he could just go and use it? It was most likely for any aliens who had stayed behind or something.... It was the only stupid explanation he could come up with right now. Well, it wouldn't hurt to try flying it.... Sakata went over to the seat and took his place. The feet and hand panels were a little out of reach, but he managed to get all his limbs on them somehow. After he did, the console in front of him changed. It now showed some sort of 3-D map of space, and a red dot indicated his current location. The silver stream was also shown, and a number of gray dots orbited the great object, objects he could interpret as other planets. Interesting. But the real question was, how to fly this piece of junk? And also, where was the Red Planet? It wasn't anywhere on the map, as far as the earthling could tell. But looking closer, he noticed a green dot on one of the map's corners. Extending a hand to touch it, the map zoomed out (much to a startled Sakata's surprise) and the green dot was now on another planet, which was apparently very far. Ya, pero ¡¿cómo diablos llego ahí?! (Alright, but how in blazes do I get there?!) He assumed it was some sort of clue.... anything looked like a clue when you're lost and completely disoriented. Desperate, Sakata moved his hands around in exasperation, moving the panels as he did. And just like that, the ship suddenly lurched and took off. Wah!!! Nearly falling off the seat, the hunter stepped hard on the panels below him. The wierd ship stopped abruptly, almost making him fall again. Sweating hard, Sakata took a moment to calm down. Muy bien, tranquilo.... (Very well, easy....) He tried it slower this time. The ship flew in a steadier way. He couldn't steer it, it was flying on its own and following a set course, from what he could figure out on the star map. The panels, however, seemed to control the ship's speed, or something to that effect. ....esto podría funcionar. (....this could work.) Feeling a bit more safe now, Sakata made the ship move forward. It felt kind of good to be in motion again. He was on his way to confirm the team's theory on the alien stronghold, and kick some serious alien backside while he was at it. Sounded like a sound plan. |
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