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Week 3 Delay - Hell of a good time.; [Learning To Fly . . . From Recoome, Cell's School For Scoundrels, King of the Kill]
Topic Started: Dec 15 2017, 08:00 PM (21 Views)
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Learning To Fly . . . From Recoome
 
Description: Oh, come on! Even that idiot Recoome seems to know how to fly! How could it be that you didn't? Watching Recoome fly through the air and do his take on ballet, you try to mimic his actions to no avail. Recoome catches you trying to mimic him and can't help but laugh. Recoome offers to teach you . . . using his own unique style of tutelage.
Requirement(s): N/A
Reward(s): Bukujutsu
Time: 2 Days // 800 wpd
Cell's School For Scoundrels
 
Description: Cell was created with the ability to perform many of his adversary's techniques, but this also made him adept at mimicking a foe's talents after witnessing them. Always one for picking up the tools of the trade, you find Cell is watching some of Hell's other fighters to snatch up some valuable techniques. If you tag along with him, maybe you can find the technique that suits you -- and that you can mimic of course.
Requirement(s): 2 Skills (Not including Skills that do not take up a Skill slot)
Reward(s): Custom Skill
Time: 5 Days // 850 wpd
King of the Kill
 
Description: Everyone knows about the children’s game, King of the Hill, where children gather at the top of a hilly area and push each other to try and be the only one in the area. Well Hell has something pretty similar; every once in a while, a group of beings from the same race would get together in one large area and start killing each other to prove who’s the best. Unfortunately for them, you’re in Hell now.
Requirements: Any Transformation
Reward(s): +1d20 to your Transformation Dice
Time: 1 Day // 550 WPD


One moment ago, Lech was standing outside of a musty old dilapidated bar on Shi’kir.

Now, he was in a barren landscape with an annoyingly hot temperature, and with a lot of uncouth brutes around him. The contrast was… fairly alarming.

Lech recalled making the deal with Killru. He had watched as his own body floated away from him into the back room of the bar he was in. He had floated outside in his small, wispy ghost body. He went to the storage shed where he was keeping the Monarch. He climbed in… and his memories got a bit fuzzy. What had happened when he went to check on his mech? He definitely wanted to come to hell. He knew why he was here, and what he planned to do. That wasn’t the issue he was having. What he couldn’t figure out is how the heck he got here. There was a blank space in his memories, and when he tried to dig into it, he got the heeby jeebies. He physically became uncomfortable when he thought about it. It was like he had a mental block, and was preventing himself from remembering to avoid the trauma.

After spending a few minutes brooding about it and trying to recollect whatever the terrifying occurrence was, Lech decided it was too much effort and he should just get on with his plans. What he came down here to do was acquire knowledge. There were tons of smart people who had died over the years, and they’ve had all this time in the afterlife to continue gathering intelligence. He planned on speaking with several accomplished scientists in order to generate new ideas, and incorporate their ideas into Monarch. Sure, he could have taken a more safe trip to Heaven. There are lots of smart good people. He could have gotten some good information from up there. Buuuut, there was a distinct difference between those goody goodies and the mad scientists down here in Hell. Most scientists who would end up in heaven aren’t researching weapons and combat systems and the like. Sure, they would have ideas that Lech could break down and steal from for his own designs, but that’s a lot of extra effort. In hell, there are many many many scientists who devoted their lives to weapons, robots, androids, and other advanced combat applications. He wouldn’t need to do any conversions and whatnot to use their ideas. He could just directly borrow them.

Another more subtle reason Lech came to hell for ideas is that in a sense, he could redeem these old coots. They weren’t all purely out for evil and chaos. Some of them just became too impassioned, too obsessed with their ideas until the point where they mentally broke. They surely made mistakes, and thus, ended up in hell. It’s unfortunate, and most likely deserved, but it’s also sad. What started as an innocent curiosity became an unsustainable passion that drove them over the edge. Lech was a valiant warrior of justice. He would take these ideas and use them for good. He could put their knowledge and passion towards a positive use, and although it wouldn’t erase what the scientists had done, it would honor their efforts. Now, that might just all be wishy washy positive thinking, but Lech is just a wishy washy positive guy.

Getting down to business, Lech started activating some auxiliary systems from inside the Monarch. Hell had a different atmosphere, different energy conditions and density, as well as a strange geographic layout. Lech was adjusting and activating different programs to help with navigation down here. He also activated a system that was sending out periodic pings to detect large clusters of metal objects. His hope was that he’d be able to track down scientists by their large quantity of materials and finished projects… or piles of failed ones. He also made the reasonable assumption that some of the scientists would gather in the same areas, whether for sharing resources, or proximity to natural resources. Hell, some of them might even be sharing ideas and working on projects together, who knows.

It took Lech quite a bit of flying and searching about, but his method did eventually lead him to a hopeful location. The first thing he noticed was a small blip on his screen indicating metal. It was out in the middle of nowhere, and no other metal objects were immediately near it. As he flew towards it, a couple more blips popped up. He kept going, and sure enough, even more started to pop up, and the distance between them became shorter and shorter until there were no gaps between objects on his scanner. Soon enough, this oddity came into view. As far as he could see, there were veritable mountains of scrap metal, destroyed vehicles, robots, weaponry, and all kinds of random machinery. He literally couldn’t see across this massive scrapyard, as it seemed to go for miles into the distance. Randomly distributed amongst the scrap were warehouses and buildings. He could detect energy signatures from all around the area, denser near these buildings that were nigh uncountable. He had hit the jackpot of ingenuity.

Lech flipped a few switches and the speakers on the outside of Monarch began to broadcast at maximum volume.

“Hello. My name is Leopold Chang, and I am looking for prestigious and acclaimed scientists who would like to volunteer to help this humble mechanic perfect his mobile suit. I have very little I can offer besides compliments. But one thing I can guarantee is that me and my suit have a way out of hell, so I will be able to bring your work back into the world of the living for all to see. It’s not much, but I’m sure many of you are tired of having your efforts stagnate down here. If you help me, I will give credit where credit is do and make sure that for generations to come, your genius is known throughout the galaxy. Any takers?” Lech made a heartfelt offer, but he wasn’t sure it would work. Many scientists didn’t care if they were known and were content to continue working on their projects in obscurity forever. Others were selfish and wouldn’t offer their help without immediate gain. Lech was merely hoping that some of them wanted acknowledgement and would be willing to help him in exchange for notoriety.

At first, no one seemed to take his offer seriously. The junkyard remained awash with the sound of machinery and tools whirring. Lech became disappointed and was prepared to fly deeper in to rebroadcast his message, but soon enough, his hopes were answered. Several energy signals began to show up on his radar as people flew out from their labs, and proceeded towards him. Some were quite powerful while others barely registered. Their strength wasn’t super important as you didn’t need to be powerful to be intelligent or beneficial. Within several minutes, over a hundred people had gathered near Lech. Some were flying on their own while others road in vehicles. Some had strange scanning devices that were looking over the Monarch, while others were unloading large amounts of equipment and spare parts. It was a little chaotic as people continued showing up. There was even animosity in the air as heads butted, and people fought for space. There was probably some hostility between the people here. Some of them had been here for years, and it was inevitable that people would rub each other the wrong way over time.

A few people approached Monarch and Lech and began to talk. But nearly as soon as they approached, others chimed in to retort. The squabble wasn’t bad at first, but soon, the dissent became deafening. One person would say one thing, and immediately get lambasted by the next person. Lech couldn’t even preserve the beneficial bits because there was so much naysaying and conflict. After one particularly verbal argument that was aflush with profanities, the proverbial fuse was lit. One of the egotistical men unholstered his weapon and threatened the other. This was not taken well. The other man immediately launched an energy blast from a hidden weapon, and missed his target. It hit one of the surrounding scientists who didn’t take the assault ‘well’. What started as a single shot, soon became a deafening cascade of bullets and lasers, to the point where Lech had to retreat. Explosions, collisions, crashes, and blasts. It was chaos in its most destructive form as these men tore into each other. Lech had to activate his transformation despite the pain in order to avoid the spray. Time seemed to slow down as he weaved between the projectiles, and moved further away from the conflict. After nearly an hour of insanity, there were only a few men left. They were injured and unwilling to continue the battle. They soon left with Lech not having improved his mobile suit at all. It was an unfortunate result that left him particularly disturbed. He just wanted a peaceful discussion that would provide results, and instead he witnessed pure madness and death. Hell was certainly a dangerous place.

While he was distracted by the mess, someone else took notice of the large energy signatures and noise generated by the onslaught. It was a large, grizzled giant of a man with a tuft of orange hair on his head. He looked mostly human, if not for his large muscular proportions. As he approached, Lech detected him and was astounded by how graceful the man was in flight. He weaved through the air with perfect control, and landed with an elegant pose. He scanned the area that was now covered with bodies and charred remains, then looked at Lech inside the Monarch who was the only one still standing. He then began to clap and goofily laugh.

“Bwahaha! Nicely done! These guys are a bunch of nerds. I’m usually the one who comes to purge them every once in awhile, but it looks like you beat me to it this time. Mind telling me who you are?” The man’s vice was booming, and sounded a touch… simple.

“I am Leopold Chang and I didn-” Lech was going to clear up the situation, but the boisterous man wouldn’t let him. The large man flew in front of the Monarch’s head, and began to strike poses as he began to introduce himself.

“Leopold! A powerful name! I also have a powerful name.” The man paused as he put his hand in front of his face, and struck a dynamic and ‘serious’ pose. “I am RECOOME! You’ve probably heard of me or my exploits as a proud member of the Ginyu Force, the strongest fighting force to ever live!” This egotistical proclamation was followed by more booming laughter.

“Ah yes, Recoome of the Ginyu Force.” Lech had never heard of him, but this encounter was entirely without benefits. He was still impressed by the man’s flying skills, so he intended to learn from this. “So famous. I am truly privileged to meet you. I noticed something when you came over here… You are amazingly graceful and skilled at flying. Would you mind if I followed you for a bit to admire your skills? I’m not very good at it yet.” Lech wasn’t bad at flying, per say, but the Monarch was made for space flight, and wasn’t the best at low altitude flight yet. It could definitely benefit from some improvements.

“You… want to admire me?” Recoome had an incredulous expression on his face. He almost looked disturbed. Lech’s gut turned as the man stared him down. He knew this guy was way stronger than him, so if he attacked, lech would be screwed. Recoome was completely silent as he seemed to be brooding over something. Suddenly, his chest heaved as boisterous laughter erupted. “GOOD GOOD! Follow me, I can show you around as well. You seem new to Hell.” Recoome was holding his stomach as he chuckled. He seemed very pleased to have acquired a fan.

Recoome was a strange guy. He seemed big and dumb on the surface, but he was actually kind of smart. And mean. Luckily, he didn’t turn his sights on Lech who was one of his ‘fans’ but Lech witnessed the brute bullying several people as they roamed hell. His conscious told him to try and stop the man, but his logic prevented it. They were in hell. This guy was bullying bad people. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t ‘wrong’. On the other hand, Lech was trying to learn from this guy, so it was beneficial to not get on his bad side. The end result was Lech tried to focus only on Recoome, rather than what Recoome was doing. This was morally kind of grey, but it let Lech’s mind rest at ease. And his efforts weren’t without results.

On a basic level, Lech could sense energy. As in, he could tell there were powerful people nearby, or things like that. But he wasn’t very good at it. He couldn’t tell more important details, like direction, or intentions from the energy. Hell, he couldn’t tell if an energy source was a living being, an object, or if it was an energy based attack in the area. He merely knew the energy was there. That was because the functionality of Monarch was only at such a level. But when it came to specific targeting, that was another story. Lech was able to lock onto Recoome using the Monarch’s targeting systems, and obtain some really useful information. By scanning Recoome and observing his bodies structure, weight distribution, and subtle muscle control, Lech was able to learn a lot about his skillful flying and how to perform it. It was even more useful because Recoome was a big man, so his statistics were easier to translate to the Monarch, as opposed to a regular sized human. Lech could adjust joints, and controls to be closer to Recoome, as well as shift around dense sections of the mobile suit to match Recoome’s weight distribution. It wouldn’t be perfect, as one was a living being and one was a robot. Their mechanisms wouldn’t be identical. But it would have some benefits.

The next thing Lech did was focus in the energy detector to the maximum level so that an outline of Recoome was visible on the screen. He was then able to see how Recoome was moving his Ki in order to fly so well. This part of the data gathering was a bit more abstract. The Monarch flew using a combination of fuel and Lech’s own ki, so knowing Recoome’s energy pathways wouldn’t even be a remotely direct translation, but it was better than no information at all. Lech could move around fuel lines and thrust positions on the Monarch to better resemble Recoome’s energy control for flight. Lech was a little doubtful about this method, but through trial and error, he should be able to refine it into a better and more delicate flight system.


After a couple hours of exploring with Recoome, Lech was beginning to finalize his data collection. He wasn’t the best at observing living bodies, but he was impassioned by the idea of biologically inspired mechanics. The thought of watching a living entities to observe functionality and efficiency of their movement, and to then convert that into a mechanism was very desirable for Lech. It opened the door for a whole new realm of improvement. The strongest beings in the universe weren’t mechanical, they were biological entities. If Lech wanted to advance Monarch to the pinnacle of combat ability, it only made sense that he would have to replicate these strong entities. The problem was figuring out where to start. There were so many powerful beings throughout history, and to label one as strongest was negligent let alone accurate. A thought did strike Lech though. There was one being who was created through a strange tangent to his own idea. A biological entity that was made by a human, and had knowledge of many strong beings through history. A terrifying, but powerful being named Cell. Lech was positive that this historical figure would be in hell, he was too ruthless not to be. When Recoome had given Lech a tour, there was one place he showed Lech but advised him not to approach. It was a cesspool of swirling biological matter, and he said someone powerful was inside. If Lech’s hunch was correct, that would be where to find Cell.

Lech flew in the direction of the red pool of liquid, and sure enough, a massive energy source was detected. By far the strongest energy reading he had ever encountered. His hair stood on end as he approached the area, and he was very observant of his surrounding. The last thing he wanted was to get eaten by this guy. His goal was to learn about biological mechanisms and abilities, so despite the danger, this was the man he needed to meet. Lech approached slowly, and announced his presence in a calm and polite manner.

“H-hello. My name is Leopold Chang, and I am hoping to speak with the entity named Cell. If that is not you, or if you merely don’t want to be bothered, I will gladly leave. I have the utmost respect for your intelligence and abilities, so this humble being will do whatever is convenient for you.” Lech nearly had a heart attack when he stuttered. If he wanted to be taken seriously, he felt he needed to be as legitimate as possible, and stuttering just made him sound silly. Lech stood absolutely still as he awaited a response.

Before Lech could react, a green entity was perched on the Monarch’s shoulder staring towards one of the exterior cameras. It was a tall green being with purple sections and a white face. This strange alien shape was similar to descriptions of Cell that lech had read before, so he figured he found the right man. What he didn’t know was Cell’s intentions. Fear crept in, and Lech began to sweat. His mouth was dry, and he was shaking slightly. He was resolved, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared out of his wits.

“Ahhhh, the smell of fear. A base instinct of animals who encounter a superior predator. You are correct to feel fear near me, for I am the epitome of all predators. I am perfect. Now, what are you? My instincts tell me you are crunchy on the outside, but soft and gooey on the inside.” Cell smirked and gave the Mobile Suit a ‘light’ tap. The entire suit shook under the immense pressure of the tap. Nothing broke, but the feet of the mobile suit were pressed several inches into the ground. Cell clearly knew lech was inside the vehicle.

“I am merely a harmless Tuffle. This suit is my pride and joy, the Monarch.” Lech wanted to dive right into the conversation, but he wasn’t certain that Cell was willing. He decided to follow directions as best he could until he was ‘safe’. Cell was still perched on the shoulder, smirking as he waited. He didn’t immediately react and stood for a while, letting Lech succumb to his fears. When Lech was near the breaking point, and was about to flee, Cell’s smooth voice sounded again.

“Open it.” Cell tapped the suit once again, causing it to sink a few more inches into the ground. This time the whole thing groaned, but the scanners didn’t detect any actual damage. It certainly couldn’t handle any more of these ‘taps’ though. Lech was shaking at this point, but he reached forward and pressed a sequence of buttons. Pistons hissed, and some steam was released as the front hatch groaned open. The door folded down, and a top section move up and was pulled into the suit. Lech was revealed inside the chest cavity of the Monarch, buckled in with thick leather straps. His ghostly body was a stark contrast to the mechanical nature of the suit.

“Well look at you. I thought you said you were a Tuffle? You weren’t lying to me were you?” Cells energy began to increase as he channeled it around his body. The aura was so powerful that the surface of Lech’s body began to sting, and his own energy was suppressed. Fear didn’t even begin to describe what he felt as this moment. He could only remain seated, pressed against the seat as he stared at the green being before him.

“N-no. I am a Tuffle, just a dead one, so I became a ghost. I wouldn’t lie to a supreme being such as yourself.” Lech shook his head frantically to correct himself and appease Cell. He didn’t was to even slightly insult him.

“Hmmmm.” Cell paused for dramatic effect as he dropped down and landed on the hatch. He then brought one hand up to his chin, and used the other hand to support his elbow. “Speak then. You wanted to talk? I’ll humor you.” Lech felt all the stress melt away as he heard those words. His heart when from rapid fire to a slightly slower pace as he calmed down. He was still terrified, but at least he didn’t feel like there was an immediate threat. It took him several deep breaths before he could start speaking.

They discussed about different biological mechanisms for awhile. Cell kept referring to himself as the perfect being, and in most cases, said Lech should be modeling the Monarch after him. There were a few instances where he referenced other races, such as Saiyans and their oozaru transformation. He also pointed out races with odd effects. There was one race that could split themselves in two, there were some who could use their techniques to combine with each other, and another that could teleport around the universe as they pleased. But the one that stuck out to Lech was from a race that he was actually familiar with. The Bas-jin. Their telekinetic abilities, and very rarely, their ability to mess with time was very appealing, and Lech was confident he would be able to replicate it with technology. He had received that stopwatch earlier, and with demonstrations and information from Cell, he had an even clearer idea of how it functioned.

Beyond that, most of their time speaking together was Lech complimenting Cell and trying to convince him not to eat him. In the end, Cell got bored, and had no interest eating such a weak being, so he left. Lech heaved a huge sigh of relief as he did so, before using his ghostly powers to return to the land of the living. Once again, his consciousness faded, and he was left wondering what the heck happened when he arrived back on Shi’kir.

8 Days. 6400 Words.

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