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Post by Renkon on Sept 6, 2021 17:37:12 GMT -8
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Post by Renkon on Sept 6, 2021 22:15:28 GMT -8
It was interesting to think about what was happening in this world. He had spent some time in it already, and people seemed to just... Accept him not being from this world like it was an everyday thing. It was odd to him, but then again, they gave him a year that didn't make a lot of sense either, so for now, he was going to just do what he needed to do and end things where he ended them. He had made himself a small place to lair up at, keep himself dry and cool, and learn the lay of the land in short order. He shook his head as he started to walk in the snow, hands by his sides as he walked, taking in the landscape. He had successfully hunted here, and he had met several of the locals, so it wasn't so bad already. He smiled a bit, the icy landscape was something akin to the harsh lands he had grown up, only icy instead of sandy.
All in all, this land wasn't so bad. He was going to enjoy his time here while looking for those who he had lost, his crew of ages past it seemed. If everything was right, it had been literally hundreds of years since he was lost to time. It still struck him as very odd, but he was willing to roll with it for now. He was worried things would be worse for him as this went on. Who knew what that magic had done to him really? He had been beaten by these aliens but he refused to be fully defeated by them. They had just pushed their problem off for hundreds of years, not ended his life, those little robed bastards. They had made an enemy the likes of which they would never be able to shake. Renkon took a deep breath, shaking his head a bit and walking down the natural pathway that existed.
It wasn't long before he came across something he was not expecting at all. Several people were walking with weapons. They saw him, and one shifted, eyes wide, and fired up on him. Simple ballistic weapons, chemicals used for it. He reached up and simply caught the slug thrown at him, dropping it on the ground and tilting his head. "You alright?" He asked, the man screaming at the sight and bringing several more over. Renkon was standing there, when seven or eight people seemed to appear out of nowhere, weapons raised up at him. All of them wore simple, but well padded clothing, keeping them warm and protected from the water as well. Renkon smiled a bit, opening his hands to show he wasn't holding anything... For what little that would be for them in terms of comfort.
"Would you calm down? He ain't a poacher! He is just one of them wandering beast men." One of the men said, looking at Renkon for a long moment. "Hey you, how'd you like to make a bit of money?" He asked, Renkon lowering his hands and nodding. "There is a bird here that is protected by law, it's called the Northern Swan. It's seen as a good luck charm and I'm sure you don't care about that, and you wanna know about the money. There are a group of poachers after them. The birds are about to make their migration flight. It's not a huge thing normally, but some people have been killing the birds and taking parts to make charms out of them. We don't really like that, so... The North City Conservation Agency is paying some good money to make sure these birds are safe. If the flight goes off well enough, you can head to North City and get paid." He said, offering a card of some kind to Renkon and then looking over him. "Bring their weapons with you, and maybe any charms or trophies they have taken to get paid. Don't want you getting paid without doing anything after all." He said, chuckling a bit.
"Alright. I'll take care of these poachers for you." He said, standing up and rolling his shoulders now. He turned away, smelling the air and starting off. The men didn't ask anything, and really, this was more of a distraction than anything else, but it was something to do while he worked out his plan to find those who he had lost. He wasn't overly sure what to do, nor what to make of it all, but he was going to figure something out as best as possible. The smell of weapon oil was in the air, and he knew some of it came from the men who had found him, but the chemicals used to make their weapons all smelled differently. Once he was out of sight of the men, he simply jumped up, landing on a sturdy branch before jumping away from there, careful with his power to not disturb the snow on the leaves. It would give him away well sooner than he wanted. For now, he was in hunting mode.
Something like this had happened in his past. He was a natural hunter once upon a time, and this came in handy when the war had gotten closer and closer to his home. He was able to turn all this on the Tuffles. While many of them weren't targets, he could smell the weapon oil and such on those who often did go to war and then hide in civilian clothing, attempting to ambush or spy on Saiyan groups who did have honor and left civilians alone. When he learned this skill, he wasn't sure, but he used it well. Traveling through ruined cities and rocky landscapes, hunting by his senses alone and not having to worry about anything else. Sure, they had stolen and salvaged a lot of technology, and he did even use some of it himself, but not needing to rely upon it, to use only his real power and skill, that is what made him a hunter.
These poachers, the ones who break the rules of society and push things for profits alone, would have many problems on their hands. If anyone had killed any of these swan creatures, it would only make things worse for them, as he would be able to smell the blood, and track them on that, even if they leave behind the weapons and carcass. Landing on another branch, he smelled the air, new scents filling it before he jumped off once more, heading towards this new scent, the smell of different oil and distant from where he had been standing before. Each jump landed him closer and closer to where he was wanting to be. A smile forming on his lips as he did so. It was not going to take nearly as long as these men sweeping an area slowly. The advantages of moving across the sky were many, and with any luck, it wouldn't be long before he could do so much easier than before. He wanted nothing more than to return to the ability to soar in the skies, to look upon the world and take all of it in and just enjoy it all once more. Though, he did wonder something. He had seen the moon on this world... Would it be large enough to cause problems? Would it be large enough for the Oozaru?
This was something he didn't want to dwell upon if he could manage it. He would simply remain in his lair as long as he could when that happened. He jumped from point to point, heading towards the new smell and landing upon another tree, silent as he could be. The men seemed none the wiser, and he could see the simple camping fire they were using. It was small, low, and didn't put off much, if any smoke. With how wet this land was, he suspected they had brought in dry wood from a different location. It made sense really. They were currently cooking some kind of herd animal, and he didn't see any of these birds. Just a normal hunting duo. These were not the poachers the other men were after. He needed to move on. Jumping from this tree, he rushed through the air, heading deeper north, letting his energy burst around himself for a moment to warm back up...
If they tried to fight him, and there was one nearly at his size... He might end up taking their jacket if he could. If not, then he would simply improvise as he always had. Landing on another tree branch, he realized he was nearly at the water. This must have been the other scent he was following, water on Planet Vegeta was a gift in many ways. He smiled a bit, looking across the lake and then swinging his eyes around. The large bird like creatures in the middle must be the ones that they are talking about... Massive and white creatures with orange colored beaks. How interesting. Perhaps they would be a battle to his younger self, how he trained against wild animals to make himself a more able warrior and hunter. A small boat was on the water however... And at first it didn't seem like anything, until he saw the massive weapon upon it, aimed at the swans. He frowned and jumped high into the air. He wasn't going to be able to control this very well, so he simply had to hope beyond hope that this worked. He landed hard upon the boat, causing it to rock and shake and the man screaming, the swans diving down in a panic. Renkon lifted the weapon and looked at it.
"Who do you think you are? Landing here all unannounced and acting the foo--" He stopped as Renkon gripped the weapon, bending it in half and then setting it back down upon the small boat. The man's eyes were wide with panic and fear, the bravery he had mustered to tell had fallen silent now. "You shouldn't be here little man." Renkon said, kneeling down to look at him, a smile on his lips. "I'm keeping this weapon... There are many people would be interested in your arrest. I could let you go... Or..." He reached down, picking up the man with one arm and jumping off the boat, causing it to break up as he landed on the shoreline, the man screaming the entire time in fear. This was what he wanted, the small man was loud, screaming out and calling for his friends. It would make all of this a lot easier when they came running to save their friend.
He would be able to clean up so many of them in such short order. The money wasn't all that interesting, as he could easily fend for himself as needed, but instead it was more the idea of being able to travel to the city, to learn more about the people here, and potentially find someone who might know about his crew. It was a long shot, a very long shot, but it was something he had to at least do his very best to do. He shook his head once and shrugged his shoulder as the man screamed out, and he could others heading this way now. Ahh, when a plan comes together it made life so wonderful. He smiled a bit at this, rolling his shoulder and then dropping down the man he was holding. As soon as he hit the ground, Renkon kicked his leg, feeling the man's shin snap against his and crumpling him into a pile of pain and screaming. Several men stepped out, these were VERY different than he had seen before, and all of them held different weapons, higher quality it seemed. He smiled a bit and popped his neck. "There we are. Come on boys, I was told you were poaching. So either surrender or die."
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Post by Renkon on Sept 8, 2021 22:43:20 GMT -8
"Poaching? Man fuck you! You ain't part of the government! I don't care what they say anyways!" One of them said, clearly the bravest of the group. Renkon watched as the man stepped forward, holding out his weapons and taking a deep breath, like he was about to make some long winded speech. Renkon appeared in front of the man, placing his hand upon the man's head, swiping his weapon, and firing an energy blast straight down, vaporizing him and letting the smoke rise up from where the man used to be standing before turning to look at the rest of them. "So... You all have a very simple choice... Either you can throw down all your weapons and surrender to me or you can all d--" He was cut off by the firing of many kinetic weapons against his energy hardened skin. All he could do was let out a soft sigh. "No one ever wants to listen to reason..."
He started to walk forward when a powerful weapon barked out, hitting him in the body and making him slide back, his eyes snapping up at the offending person, who was rapidly cursing as he attempted to boost the power of his weapon. A million and one things tore through his mind, and he just about flew into a blind rage, but that weapon was so familiar it was painful to look at. A Tuffle Assault Rifle, not something he had every expected to see on this world. He kicked off the ground, no longer in the mood to play games, and slammed into the man shoulder first. He pulled his hand back snatching the weapons from the man and throwing it upon the ground, fury in his eyes as his other hand came up, grabbing the man around the neck and lifting him up. "WHERE?!" He screamed, probably WAY louder than expected. The man flailed, gagged and gasped for air, and Renkon pulled back his free hand, grabbing the man by the legs and lifting him into the air. With a single, painfully swift motion, and snapped the man's spine and dropped him on the ground. "I will deal with you in a moment. The rest of you!" He said, turning towards them, enraged beyond reason now.
Several had already broken into a sprint, others drew knives or were reloading their weapons as quickly as they could. Renkon was no longer in the mood to deal with them in a calm and orderly way. They had things they shouldn't, and if they crying man was anything to go off of, they might have more of it stashed some place near by. He didn't care now to play games. The first one who lunged at him was dealt with using a swift and powerful punch, removing his head from this reality and he looked at the next one in the line, who dropped his weapons and dropped to his knees, hands on his head. Probably the smartest of this bunch, he looked to the next, who lifted a rifle up and fired it at Renkon, who caught the bullet, dropping it onto the ground. The man stared in mute horror as Renkon walked closer, grabbing the barrel of the weapon and bending it to an almost comical angle, before slapping the man's head from his shoulders once more in a puff of red mist. He wiped his hand upon the body and looked up, the others were running now as well and he turned back to those who were there because he had made them.
The man with the broken spine was out cold, but the man who surrendered had remained there. "Look man! I was trying to make a quick few zeni! That is all!" He said, closing his eyes and trying to say anything that would keep him alive a few more seconds. "Gus got the rifle from a black market dealer, a lot of the guys did. Said it would help us in dealing with people who showed up to stop us! I didn't have the money but I'm going to make a change in my life!" He said, terrified out of his wits. Renkon picked up the weapon, looking it over... It had Tuffle writing on it, so it was indeed a Tuffle Weapon... This raised so many questions he wasn't sure where to start, but he walked back to the man and lowered himself to look into his eyes, cold fury still smoldering in his own eyes.
"You will take the broken one with you, and turn yourself in to the North City Conservation Agency... If you try to run or hide from me, I will find you... I can smell your fear and I can smell his pain. Now pick him up and carry him there. You will wait there with him, and when I arrive, you will tell them everything you have been doing and where the rest of the operation is, and everything you know. If you fail in this task... You have seen what I can do..." He said, slinging the weapon over his shoulder and starting to walk after the others, picking up discarded firearms and stuffing them in a bag that had been left as well. He would deal with the bodies as he returned, for now, he was hyper focused on what they might have left and what they are preparing back at their base.
Renkon remembered walking through many of the valleys and crags, securing Tuffle weapons after battles when he was young, in order to give the fighters they had an edge. Allow the smarter ones to unlock the secrets of them as well. It wasn't always the most elegant of solutions, but it helped a lot more than one would think. He remembered all the times he did this between his own training sessions, working up his overall strength and abilities as he worked towards being able to be on the front lines. Each step here reminded him of this, once upon a time, and his plans for his own life when the war finally ended. It seemed like such a distant thing now... How many Saiyans were there? How many of them might know his clan's name? How many of them would even accept the fact that he was so displaced it was unreal? All these questions and more danced in his mind as he walked towards where those fools had sprinted off to in order to hide their shame. Renkon was going to break them, and leave them for the wind to carry away their ashes.
It wasn't long before he found their panicked trails, the dropped ammo, the boot prints they didn't have the idea to hide. Not like it would have mattered. He could smell them, and the grunt from the man attempting to carry a crippled, knocked out man, echoed in the woods. He jumped up into the trees, landing softly on a branch once more and letting the snow fall. He took a deep breath and then called out. "IF YOU ARE POACHING THIS IS THE ONLY CHANCE YOU GET TO LEAVE HERE ALIVE!" He screamed, his lungs filled with air as he called out, grinning a bit as he did so. It was only a moment longer before he jumped once more, landing softly and aiming to keep himself as silent as possible. He saw the handful of tracks slowly merging together into a single line, as well as the other tracks that had been beaten through the snow. He kept moving, each jump landing him softly on branches, one at a time, and smiling a bit as he moved. Each time he landed, he scanned around, looking for the other trails and trying to estimate what was going to happen when he did come across them.
What he found was not what he was expecting either. This area had been logged out, land flattened by trucks and boots, lodges of some kind had been set up as well. He could see they had a whole system set down, for catching, trap removal, skinning and defeathering, removing meat and bone, and coolers set up. Probably for anything they have to sell that could expire. Poaching was something that was not uncommon in the galaxy. How many times had he seen traveling groups of poachers hunting rare and exotic creatures for those who wished to own them? How many billions was that trade worth? Some plants were even poached of the rarest materials, ones that grew naturally and were usually only harvested to allow the plants and materials to grow properly. Some rare herbs that had chemicals that couldn't be mimicked by science of the other worlds. He rolled his shoulders as he counted the people, nearly two dozen of them it seemed. They had the normal rifles and hand to hand weapons, but... Some of them had more exotic weapons. One of them had something that looked like an old PTO blaster... Could they have found the world too?
It was possible, but he wasn't about to ask many questions on it. Soldiers usually used their own energy to empower the weapon, but if these humans only had them at the baseline of their world's power, they weren't much of a threat on their highest setting. He continued to watch, waiting his moment and seeing if someone reported to anyone else. He watched as some people seemed to move through the chain of command, each person talking to several and it slowly condensed to a single man, who walked into a lodge. Good, this would make things a lot easier. He jumped down, landing next to the house on a shaded side and leaning up, looking across the window for a moment and not seeing a latch. With careful fingers, he opened it up, slipping inside of the dwelling and lowering himself down to remain as small as possible for someone of his massive frame. Not an easy feat at all really.
He went to the small door and listened, talking to someone, but he had only seen one person walk in. Two voices. This was clearly the leader of this group, his lieutenant was reporting in. Good, again this would make things easier. Renkon stood up now, looking around for a knob or something, but not seeing one right away. With a shrug, he pulled back his hands and slammed them forwards, knocking the door off it's track and making it fall down to the ground. There were two men in the room, one of them was wearing some armor of local make... But the other one was in armor that he recognized... At least the basics of it. His eyes went wide and his blood boiled at the sight of more Tuffle equipment. No time to explain, get in the ground... He burst forwards as the helmet snapped into the place around the leader, barely shielding him in time from the punch.
Renkon was a white hot ball of fury now, slamming a hard punch into the body of the armor, lifting it into the air and pulling back to land another punch when he was shot in the back, knocking him over and through a desk. The lieutenant had pulled some kind of Tuffle looking pistol. There was more anger in him now than he had known in years. He rolled out of the way from the next shot, his eyes shifting between the two and his hands clenching into fists, his energy burning out around him as he called forth his energy blades once more, rushing towards the leader for a moment before diving off to avoid the strike, slamming both blade into the chest of the lieutenant, looking into his eyes for a moment as he shifted, cutting the man in two before turning around to the leader, eyes wide with unbridled fury and hate. This armor was different, he had seen combat armor of the Tuffles before, but this more... Complete... Stronger it seemed. It would break all the same before his might.
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Post by Renkon on Sept 9, 2021 17:23:27 GMT -8
That was one down, and now the leader remained. He suspected the man was amassing weapons and equipment in order to fund something much bigger and more dangerous. He frowned at the man, still enraged but trying to think as much as he could. This was something he needed to take apart bit by bit. Ruin it down to it's very core. He no longer cared about the swans, he didn't care about any of it any more. Only that white hot rage that he felt. The man gave an echoing laugh from inside of his armor. "Man! I'm glad I got this! I doubt I would be alive if I had not from just that opening attack. You know though, with my right hand man dead, I could use a power player like you. Just think of all the crazy things we can do together. You would be unstoppable with me back you." He said, watching Renkon. He tapped something on the helmet. "And you could help me get rid of these stupid alarms. I don't care about Saiyans." He said, and that was the thing that confirmed it all for him. Renkon's eyes went wide once more, and he rushed the man with a brutal shoulder tackle, slamming into him with enough force to send him through the wall.
Human weapons weren't enough to stop him, weren't enough to even tickle him really, so he didn't care about the sudden exposure. Renkon slid with the man under him, stopping and pulling back his fist. Before the killing blow could be landed, he was hit with an explosive device, knocking him off the man in the armor and rolling to his feet. There was no damage to him, but that didn't matter now. He rose up covered in mud and clearly pissed off. The man with the projectile weapon was rapidly reloading, attempting to lock things down in a way to allow their boss time to recover. He was yelling about something, but Renkon couldn't make it out. His eyes closed for a second, trying to get his senses back in order before they sharply opened. For a moment, he felt like he was back in the sandy wastes of Planet Vegeta, his eyes locked on the man in armor, who was standing now, grabbing a rifle, another that had the appearance of advanced technology. He grit his teeth, his body filled with more white hot emotions than he ever knew he was capable of having, and he took a deep breath.
Renkon didn't have to do much to close the distance, his run was quick, the strike he preformed was powerful, and the armor dented. He could hear the alarms going off inside of it, warnings about his power, the physical abilities he had, everything. Renkon didn't care, this man was going to die, and while he might not be able to make it as traumatic as possible, he would give the man much to think about while the tin can of armor was peeled off his body and cast to one side. His next strike was to the thigh, causing the leg to shift to one side, and leave Renkon an opening he couldn't pass up. The blade he used raced out, slamming into the exposed joint at the knee, the wailing scream from inside of the suit told him he had landed true, and with a twist, he ripped the blade free. Blood followed the exit trail, and again, someone fired a weapon at him. This time Renkon was aware of it, and he leaned back, the blast wave of heat passing over him and causing him to turn to the man who was panicked now, trying to reload before he was slain. Renkon grabbed the leader, throwing him bodily into his minion, the weight of the armor and the force of the impact killing the minion.
That was another down, many of the poachers had taken up defensive positions, but they seemed to realize that not shooting at Renkon meant not attracting his ire and having a speed date with death herself. Renkon grabbed the pile of armor now, lifting the man up and slamming him against the ground. He wondered if this armor was like the ones he had battled in the past. The protected from assaults of the Saiyans but not from the effects of gravity and the like. He lifted it up again, another slam into the ground, and he felt something give in the armor when he did. Good, a flaw they couldn't fix out of it. It was something he could easily work against now. A smile formed on his lips as he once more lifted up the poor bastards, one more hard impact into the ground and he stepped backwards, looking at the twisted pile of flesh. His breathing was slower now and Renkon looked up.
"For all of you that enjoy breathing, I suggest you ALL come over here, line up behind me and lay down your weapons as you pass me. Failure to do so will result in getting a free trip to the grave." He called out, reaching down and tearing the helmet off the armor itself. The man within was badly broken, but it was clear he was still alive. Crushing the helmet in hand, Renkon turned to see many of them coming out, setting weapons on the ground and holding up their hands in defeat. They gave up with honor, they knew they were beaten, and Renkon went back to the task of ripping apart the metal suit, casting bits off it off near by so he could vaporize it. Once he reached the man under it, he smirked a bit. Place a hand against the bleeding leg, he did the only real thing he could now, letting his energy lose to remove the leg and seal the bleeding.
Standing up, he lifted the broken mass of human and pointed his hand at the remains of the armor, firing a beam of energy to rid the world of it once more and looking at those who remained. "Here is how this is going to go... If you have any objections, just look at this flesh sack I am holding..." He lifted the body up a bit more for them to see. "North City Conservation Agency, we are going there. You are all turning yourselves into the agents there. You will face justice for what you have done and will comply with any and all actions and orders given. Failure to do so will result in being turned into a useless pile of meat. Any questions?" He asked, looking at the ground. "Good. You..." He pointed to a man. "Find the longest rope you can and return it to me." The man quickly ran off to find it.
This was a simple thing, but something he knew was needed for the moment. When he returned, Renkon set down the flesh sack, walking to those who had surrendered and quickly tying them by their hands and their necks. If they tried to escape, it would need to be careful and coordinated, otherwise they would kill each other in a rather short order. He smirked a bit, walking with them now, holding the weapons he had acquired, making sure they were all off or broken, and carrying the man made meat bag, with the ropes tied to his belt. There was a small bit of satisfaction at completing such a mission. It was rather simple, rather easy really, but he didn't mind. The men who were hunting these fools would have been killed by them, the weapons difference alone was more than enough. Now it was time for the walk to this North City. He should have asked directions...
Oh well. Too late now. He found a round and the men looked around, eventually realizing where they were and starting North before he could turn them that way. It was enough for him, walking ahead of them towards this North City. It didn't take long for the smells of it all to lift into the air. Distant at first, but slowly getting clearer and clearer as they walked. The men slowly got nervous, and seemed to want to make a break for it when someone came up in a car, red and blue lights flashing at him. "Mind telling me what you are doing with all these people?" The man asked, leaning out of his car and seeing all the weapons in a bag, his eyes almost going bug eyed for a moment. "Wait a second, you with them Conservation Agency folks? Got us some poachers here huh?" He said, picking up a device in the car and speaking into it. "Now hold on son, before you wander off with all them, I got a truck headed this way so they can all be loaded up and once and they don't have to walk. Tell me your name, I'll give you a lift to the city as well."
"I am Renkon." He said, nodding once. "And yes, the Conservation Agency asked me to deal with poachers..." He said, looking to the sky as more of those swans flew over head, migrating successfully over this part. "And they wanted to preserve those creatures. I was told to bring the weapons to the Conservation Agency building and they would pay me as proof of my success." He said, looking down at the man and then smiling a bit. "I figured arriving with all these poachers in tow would be just as good." The police officer laughed at the comment and nodded his own head. "It seems you are in agreement as well. But a ride to this location would save me much trouble as well." The man stepped over, holding out his hands to take the weapons.
"What happens is they call us, and we tag all these weapons, check for prints and like on them, and make sure they weren't used in any other crimes. Mighty fine work you did here." He said, now seeing the man who was clearly hanging on by threads to life. "Oh... I need to get some doctors out here, don't I?" He said, talking into a personal radio once more. Renkon hated the massive reliance on the technology, but with how these humans were, it made sense. He handed over the bag of weapons to the man who carried it back to his car, setting it in the back and walking back over to chat more with Renkon, fill in on a number of things with this world. Renkon acted like he was a wild man, stumbled upon by the Conservation Agency workers and recruited to all of this. The man told him a lot about the world, another tid bit about those who lived in the Southern Islands, and how he might be able to find those he was seeking there. It was worth a shot. Not long after that, a large truck arrived, the men who Renkon had taken prisoner had been placed in metal restraining devices and loaded in, before the officer turned to Renkon and offered him a ride towards the city.
If nothing else, it cut down on travel time. He could always find his way back to his lair as needed, so there really wasn't much in the way that slowed him down. Climbing into the vehicle, Renkon was taken to the splendor that was North City. It was a lot more than he was used to, to say the very least, and he didn't like it. For now, he would just have to keep his head down, and just do what he set out to do... Collect what he was owed and perhaps travel to these southern islands he keeps being told so much about. Perhaps they will hold much more promise than he was willing to lend them right now. If nothing else, he could use this as his chance to seek out his missing crew mates here too.
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