Post by ghost on Feb 7, 2010 18:30:39 GMT -5
The "Author Notes" are actually spoilers in of themselves, so really, I recommend you read the story first. They're not BIG spoilers, but at least lie to me and say you read first and then read the ANs.
(Ghost here, off my MGS Addiction, finished with my Desperate Struggle, broken out of Arkham Asylum, and ready to kick some fan fiction ass once again!
This story was written between the hours of 10PM and most likely as I type this 2PM, nope, as this edit is madeits now 4 the next day ((don't worry, I went to bed, I'm not that obsessed)), so please excuse me if there are any grammatical or spelling errors as I will hammer them out as soon as possible.
I realized when I had 48959 characters left that Destructin's character is named Marckus, I've used his name so many times I'm not even going to bother changing since it sounds cooler than "Marckus" anyway. So I like tried this new technique I've been contemplating - I wrote this story WITHOUT stopping and rushed to get as much as I could into this small little box as possible.
Considering the sheer amount of arthritis I'll probably contract, there is likely going to be a Part 2. Why do I say this before you've even started reading - again, I've written this story without stopping, filling in things as I go, rewriting and revising and not waiting for a finished copy. I call it "burst typing" - yes, being up this late can give you some stupid name options.
Yes, I contradicted this story's tagline, because I felt the scene with Mr. and Mrs. Red really set up the story for a part two or something later on.)
This story was written between the hours of 10PM and most likely as I type this 2PM, nope, as this edit is madeits now 4 the next day ((don't worry, I went to bed, I'm not that obsessed)), so please excuse me if there are any grammatical or spelling errors as I will hammer them out as soon as possible.
I realized when I had 48959 characters left that Destructin's character is named Marckus, I've used his name so many times I'm not even going to bother changing since it sounds cooler than "Marckus" anyway. So I like tried this new technique I've been contemplating - I wrote this story WITHOUT stopping and rushed to get as much as I could into this small little box as possible.
Considering the sheer amount of arthritis I'll probably contract, there is likely going to be a Part 2. Why do I say this before you've even started reading - again, I've written this story without stopping, filling in things as I go, rewriting and revising and not waiting for a finished copy. I call it "burst typing" - yes, being up this late can give you some stupid name options.
Yes, I contradicted this story's tagline, because I felt the scene with Mr. and Mrs. Red really set up the story for a part two or something later on.)
"No final chapters, no prologues, no plot development!"
This story was written with "burst typing" in order to represent the chaotic, balls-off-the-walls nature of the "One Week Battle" thread.
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That Fight Last Week
Written by Ghost
What weighed heavily on the shoulders of one man...weighed heavily on us all. They said he never left a name, no purpose, no memoirs. No reasons, no explanations, no patterns. No trace of him for society to pick up on, no cover story to explain how over three hundred square kilometers packed with over 500,000 citizens and then some had gotten destroyed, leveled, and parked in less than a day. From a biblical point of view, it was the sin of each and every last "Brawler" exploding simultaneously, all of the evils that they had committed in their pursuit of power and epic destinations contracting upon the once glorious metropolis and ruining their way of life. The madness all contracted and twisting, bending around their throats and suffocating the very life juices from their bodies until nothing was left but to be swallowed up by the very abysmal venomous snake that is the Void ... alas there is no such tale to be believed by modern day standards.
~ Sasuke's Theme - Naruto OST
The truth of the matter is that while there may have been no official record of who exactly had started the fight, or why so many Brawlers had ganged up on each other to confront the inevitability of being wiped out instantaneously in the procedure of merely accomplishing their own goals, it was quite clear to the Sole Survivor that the fight had begun with One. That One was a being who craved destruction and chaos, in a peripheral sense of justice and value, and wrenched the jumper cables of Brawl from their very walls and tangled them all up in a mess of rumors and lies. And then, ever so gently, he fried the politics and the religions, the honor codes and the morals, and gratuitously began to electrocute the entire economy.
What started as a mere brawl between five, quickly evolved into a mass onslaught between what has been rumored to have been over 1,266 different Brawlers.
This One was the one known as "Marckus", the pseudonym of a male Brawler who craved destruction and combat wherever his footsteps plagued. In the beginning, it was small - he killed one here, killed one there, the Brawlers never died. He faced on in a match of grudges between the combatants, punched one here and round-housed one there. But you see, it had grown so much more complex from that single bead of sweat that drove down his brow that day, as he watched the Brawlers falsely convene themselves under alias of daily lives.
~ Apotheosis ST - Sean Hodges
The random bars, the monotonous gas stations, the postaholics anonymous social reform gathered through an online rehabilitation course - he had had it, and within an hour later into that month, his mind devised a terrible challenge to destroy the current path of living, to throw off the shackles of falsehood that would continue to deny them of their truest natures as Brawlers - script-less fighting.
...
It began at twilight, when the sun gave off its bleakest signal, alerting many to either return to their homes or face the repercussions of staying out at night - stray animals, spontaneous nighttime brawls, etc. He, Marckus, wearing nothing but his golden throbbing gauntlet of awesome that he wielded in every battle, stacked a car onto the street and leaned it on the side of a post box staked on the sidewalk. With the ramp in place, he planted one knee downward and the other supported his right arm. Brawlers watched, and looked on, people watched, and fearfully awaited the brawl that was inevitably about to take place.
"Demons!" said he, "Or devils!? Truly your forgiveness I implore! But you see, the fact is, we are all napping. And so abruptly I am tapping and so spontaneously I am rapping, rapping at your docile and innocent lives. Are we Brawlers, are we not immortal? Let it be heard, that we are NOT creatures of empathy or civilized, but we are that of beasts shaven into the forms of men! Cast off this prescription of peace, and let your blood run red for the first time since our GREAT DISASTER!"
~ Super Buu's Theme - Bruce Falconer
With that proud, fiendish cry, Marckus stepped off of the car and then stomped down on its trunk with one foot, squashing the back but applying enough pressure apparently to pop the crystal-painted Volvo into the air. The owner's cry was weakening and remorseful, but not as deafening as the sound of the car's stomach being pierced by Marckus's will and sent hurtling through a nearby store window, exploding and carrying the poor victims caught in its wake into sweet purgatory.
Knowing the conflict had begun with that act, he anticipated a move from anyone of the twelve or twenty Brawlers that had gathered in the Red Light district to attack him. And so they did, beginning with Damian who yelled with bloodshot eyes so that everyone could witness his awakening, "BRING IT THE F**K ON!"
Damian lunged a great height and tackled Marckus off of the car, pursued by Balto who unveiled his powerful whipping stick shaped like a Y and began spurting green energy orbs from it. The power of the orbs was enough to tear up tarmac and bits of sidewalk, spraying hot and wet mists in every direction that blinded customers like Parody Man and Bazooka Bro who had been onlookers to the incoming brawl. Before the mist could clear, at the center of it where only a dented street sign remained of that part of the block, Marckus glanced around with his gauntlet-arm bared.
A baseball glove snatched his neck and furious white teeth snarled at him with shivering lines moving across the owner's mouth, Balto strangled Marckus with one arm while explosions shook the void around them.
"YOU!!! he cried, leaving a question of familiarity in Marckus's thoughts, "HOW DARE YOU GIVE YOURSELF SUCH A WEAPON!? AN UNORIGINAL GLOVE IS WHAT THIS IS! You..you...co-" but Destructin caught him off and judo-tossed him onto the ground, his face dripping with rage.
He obviously wasn't amused, "WHOOO THE F**K CARES!? ITS JUST A GAUNTLET, BIG F**KING DEAL! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU HAVE A G*****N COPYRIGHT ON THE IDEA!!!" and he tried to claw at Balto's ears but failed when Balto kicked him in the stomach, reversing the two and putting himself on top of him.
"AHA-HAHA-HELL NO! 'KNOW WHAT, YOU AIN'T TALKING YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS SONNY JIM!" Balto screeched, charging a green orb in his palm. Marckus struggled in vain before Balto spiked the orb into his face, detonating its massive energy stores and creating a green explosion that sliced in the base of the building they were near.
Balto back-flipped and landed on a knee, when suddenly his head became a giant block and he collapsed in utter stupidity. Elsewhere, deep in the recesses of the partially-collapsing building, Marckus's eyes popped out of their sockets and allowed a fresh jet of blood to gush out from them. Parody man stood behind them both, casting his mystical powers in both directions and causing them to feel stupid and retarded for being in his presence.
"GET THE fuck OUT!" cried the voice of Damian, who sprinted behind Parody Man and delivered a sharp kick to his posterior, flinging him a fourth of a mile upward and out of sight.
A red laser the width of two buses crossed through the side of the northwest building, shadowing Damian in the crimson energy until there was virtually nothing left of him to see. Marckus's form dashed from the collapsing building he was inside of and just barely skidded underneath the red beam right before it faded, rolling onto his elbow and scanning for enemies. Alongside him was the disintegrated corpse of Damian.
"Show yourself!" Marckus demanded, to no response.
A fiery missile approached from the south, but as he whipped around it bowled into his stomach and took off like a firecracker, dragging him lazily into the sky with a red plume smoking behind it. A smirking Bazooka Bro looked on his missile crackled with Marckus's body atop it a fine distance above Brawl City, and he turned and strolled down the street until he saw Jallo standing ahead of him. Wordlessly, the black-haired Brawler extended his arm in front of him, and before Bazooka Bro could reload his bazooka, a triangular red laser plunged into the sidewalk and blindsided him, covering him in the immersing energy blast.
...
In a different part of town, Balto dusted himself off after surviving the SCA building's collapse. He looked around for more enemies, only for his arm to suddenly fly off of his body and land a few meters in front of him. He whirled around as the juvenile prankster named Ghost kicked him in the chin, spinning him around. He recovered and blocked Ghost's next attack, grappling him and backhanding him into a pile of rubble. The disfigured, misshapen Balto form that Parody Man had taken on came next, but Balto sidestepped him and closed his eyes tightly.
"Ha, has anybody seen my arm?" Ghost mocked him, still on the ground and spitting blood from his mouth, "You can't miss it! Its BROWN and FURRY, HA-! HA...." he slowed as Balto transformed into a gray shadow creature that grew in size.
Shadow Balto widened until he could surround Ghost and the Parody-Balto, then consumed them in his cloak of darkness. He belched lightly in time for a second explosion to rock the area, and stretched himself meters upward as their shouts and kicks increased, preparing his mouth like he was about to chug something and widening his tongue. Out came Ghost and Parody Balto as he spat them miles overhead, somewhere far off outside of Brawl City and into the whiteness of the Void. Propelled at an incredible momentum, Ghost's head collided against the steep cliffs of Mt. Impossible faraway.
Shadow Balto padded away then, but Parody McJesus entered the fray and cast his hands over him, spilling lightning over Shadow Balto that made him convulse and shiver in pain. Away from these two, Destructin stumbled up from the rubble. Light red blood painted his right eye and his expression was carved with agitation instead of self-concern, he faced Bazooka Bro too, thrown from Jallo's energy blast all the same. BB punched him while his daze drove on, knocking him back a bit with stars over his face. Marckus reacted just in time to see that the Bazooka was in front of, clambering from the stun and slapping his gauntlet's palm on the bazooka's front. As it fired, the explosion created a powerful blackish-red explosion on the other end that smothered Bazooka Bro.
Wires leapt from the skyscrapers and landed gracefully with a rotating spin, kicking up gravel and sweeping an onlooking Jallo and Destructin off of of the streets. With finesse he used his right, infinite-wire arm pincher to pierce both of their skulls, and then he tossed them on the ground as Shadow Balto and Parody Man charged at him, batting at each other with their own fists along the way. Parody McJesus made it there first, rolling around Wires and shooting a blue beam from his eyes that hit Wire's many legs and sent an electric charge spamming through his wires.
Bedazzled and lost, Wires swung his arm forward and smacked Balto with his arm, launching him off into the sky towards Mt. Impossible. He narrowly avoided crashing on one of the spikes on the mountain's surface, and he saw that Ghost had his back turned to him there, searching for a way off the mountain himself.
"Time for a showstopper!" mumbled Balto, transforming once again into a cuter, more compressed form. His entire attire became more flamboyant, shorter blue short shorts, a pink hairdo, and a red scarf as well as a tanner fur color.
"What the f-ssssssh-biiff!" was all that Ghost could muster before FAB Balto's s*** stick smacked him in the back of the head with inconceivable force, causing blood and teeth to fly from his mouth and his upper brain functions to cease entirely. Ghost collapsed, dead enough, and Fab Balto turned back to Brawl City's horizon.
"Now...how am I gonna like get back?"
...
The fighting had escalated. Superheroes such as Dannyllama joined the battle, swooping in his blue mask, cape, and hooves firing an orange mouth beam at Marckus that gained him several frequent flier miles before a brick wall bowed to him. Death overcame him as he exploded in a furious black and white explosion, from which Number Nine sprang and pummeled Danny. His landing was noticed by the malfunctioning robot, whose chrome chassis opened up to free several electrical wires that wound around each other to form a static black tentacle capable of strangling anything it grasped with electricity. The tentacle smashed the ground underneath it, pounding it once before it chased after Nine who fled with a somersault.
~ Chicks Dig Giant Robots - Instrumental - Deathwish XI
Ghost's corpse flew from the sky in a bright light that nearly eclipsed the moon, which was now quite clearly falling from the sky at its own merit above them. Ghost crashed on top of one of Wire's hastily spawned wire tentacles that went directly through his noggin, and the Moon itself shattered in a fiery explosion over Wires, crushing the robot without a problem and showering Number Nine and the other Brawlers beneath it. Balto landed safely above them, whooping at the sensation of his apparent victory while other large-scale battles roamed the streets.
But the camera still focused on Number Nine, whose insidious mind formed a plan as he shot from the rubble and landed on top of the still activated Wires. He controlled the beast then, conjuring a sign that read HAR HAR HAR! from thin air as Wires stumbled, but Balto launched himself from the ground and smacked him off of Wire's head, meeting him on the ground and pressing the sign against his throat as he tried to cut off his breathing and crush his neck. Fire ran across his fur and he hopped away in a panic, escaping the fires that Glados 9 and her ASTD caused, smothering Number Nine in a bed of flames that ate away his flesh and immolated him.
"Damn it!" Balto cursed, holding up his hands as part of a desk that blocked out his vision as it crashed from the sky, blasted from the window of one of the earshot buildings. He couldn't see who had knocked it away, but the top of it was charred and reeked a hot red smoke from the hole on its surface. That left so many different possibilities...how many people in Brawl fired RED energy?
MOM soared above him, her eyes flared with her potent emotional energies but even her rage hadn't distracted him as much did the giant tidal wave rushing through the streets. A blue-haired Brawler on a surfboard shouted from above as the wave wrapped over Balto and swallowed all of that street, then slashed two other buildings right next to it and flooded their lowest floors, capsizing them all at once. Mom, a sheepshifter through and through, caught herself on the sliding edge of a secure skyscraper, skidding slightly before her nails lodged fully into the concrete, and she scanned the partial ocean that some water-based Brawler had created.
~ DBZ OST - Cell Saga - Gohan Angers - Bruce Falconer
From the horizon, creating a massive series of ripples and slides through the ocean was a trio of black, hardened prisms. The body of Damian, drenched and blue from his apparent drowning, rose while impaled on all three of the prisms which pushed together to peel into him together, then sank below the waves as Number Nine shot from the water and formed a black sphere underneath him. He used that sphere to balance himself, and then kicked off of it and flew towards the building MOM rested on. His body clicked right through it, making an exit wound on the building's back the same way a bullet would have gone through a human's torso, splashing into the water in the back.
~ Hell's Bells - DBZ OST
A figure hovered upward from the water in defiance of mother nature, refusing to allow the ocean to become his tomb. It was Hikaru, ex-pigeon of team Grimscott, using his FLY ability to escape the ocean and take a look above the war zone. A faction of civil defense workers had quickly raised the water gates to section off the city from the tidal wave, but even behind their barricade a row of buildings collapsed through the force of Momentum Man, who himself was being chased by the tag team of Zarth and Hammer Man, both causing massive city damage themselves.
Hands wrapped around Hikaru's waist as Balto tackled him, and Mom berrated them with quick blasts of laser vision. They plummeted into a whirlwind of Wires which simultaneously opened a hole in the ocean, big enough that the demolished buildings began to swirl. But it wasn't merely Wires, because the Void shook in terror as GURF's mouth widened around them all and sucked in the water and the shelled buildings.
~ Orochimaru's Theme - Naruto OST
"SHIIIIIIII-" screamed Balto as he waved Sticky in every direction, the energy device glowing with an emerald radiance. Suddenly, Sticky had vanished, and in its place, a Multi-colored Palm Tree was not clenched in Balto's hands. "Awesome!" he said, whirling it over his head and then throwing his arm beneath him. A greenish-red beam shot under him and prevented his fall whilst Wires and Hikaru tumbled deeper into GURF's gullet.
The machine finally stammered and shut its mouth as soon as the white Void was visible again and most of the wreckage had been cleared, its two victims inside of its mechanical gut. Balto skillfully bashed GURF over the head with a somersault and cartwheeled down his spine as GURF belched a breath of fire from his fanged mouth, then roared in its agitation and burrowed its form back into the ground so it could target its next victim.
The Rofflez building was covered by a green, noiseless explosion that leveled at least thirteen city blocks in its magnificence.
~ Final Atonement - DBZ OST
...
By this time, days had passed. With Markus the very original combatant deceased, no one quite knew what to make of it anymore. The non-super powered inhabitants of Brawl City? They evacuated like sailors aboard a burning ship, and the police and militia had already been wiped out once Zarth's and the Omnipresence's individual galactic-class fleets warped in above the city and began carpet bombing the hell out of the place with their futuristic, alien technology. An astounding snapshot came in the form of Rialto, a Brawler with an orange headband, catapulting through one of Zarth's ships and torpedoing through it with the unintentional assistance of McJesus, the two soon after began to swap blows that shot cars, or what remained of them, spiraling into the sky.
Near a pizza shop, the front window was punched out by Kyle, a Brawler with skin the same texture as solid stone. A gunshot was heard and a round went through his skull, alarming the woman behind him to take off and run rather than continue the brawl. Meteors dented the surface of the void from the very orbit of the planet, as some of the Brawlers had even become stuck in space thanks to the effort of a Brumak-riding Balto, still somehow alive.
Number Nine had snatched himself a bird's eye view, skating through the sky the way Iceman would have except using the black, energy-formed constructs that functioned as his main power and main method of transportation. With a hawk's eyesight, he swooshed lower to pick off Zarth with a flurry of black, razor-sharp spikes from his hand. They collided as the armorless warlord was busy dealing with MVG and Bonetail, but Zarth whirled around and deflected a few by bouncing them off of his Hyper Barrier. It spilled from his hand like glass when Nine sent another barrage his way, Zarth pumped his legs and launched from the ground to grapple Nine but missed as the nine-faced Brawler slipped away, hitting the ground on his legs painlessly.
"Die!" yelled Zarth, charging a massive green ball the size of a spirit bomb over his head. Nine, Bonetail, Jenny, DJ Ray, Mr. Blue, and several others ceased their individual battles to awe at the massive green bomb just lingering above Zarth who cackled maniacally to himself as he silently wished them all a bloody, agonizing death.
"NOOOO!" cried some unknown, brave soul. "IIII...III WON'T LEEET THIIIS HAPPPEEEN!"
It was Swordkill, the last ember of a dead alien race known as the Saiyans who, himself, had arrived in Brawl City as am ere teenager wearing a crimson headband around his nappy, greasy black hair. His chainsaw sword was wrenched in the torso of Piranha Man, half-Brawler and half-Piranha, and exited through the creature's forehead as Swordskill coldly waxed his blade to the left and splintered Piranha Man off of it. He sheathed the hellish, blood-covered weapon and clapped his hands into fists, gritting his teeth together in preparation for a special technique.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR......GGRRR..........GRRRRRRRRR!!!" he struggled fiercely, so hard that his feet plunged deep into the void he stood upon. Electricity stuck itself around his skin in a brilliant play while a golden-sapphire aura criss-crossed around him, another quake developed in the ground as the energy Swordkill was creating began ripping the world apart around.
And that was when it happened. The sleeper inside of the Saiyan-bred Brawler had awakened, his hair flashed gold briefly and then exploded with color as every part of him entered a godly emanation the likes of which no Brawler had ever seen before. He was Prince Swordkill once more, a Super Saiyan.
~ Super Saiyan Three - DBZ OST
Everything near him showed signs of godhood, his power level was so astronomically high that it discharged volleys of positive energy into everything within meters of it, and street lights, car batteries, and anything else that required an electric power source there either shattered or short-circuited due to the extreme release of energy. Super Swordkill howled with an overwhelming yell, cupping his hands behind him while a miniature Sun beeped in between his fingertips. He chanted syllables that none of them could enunciate but loudly enough that everyone heard, and Zarth's eyes bulged as he witnessed the incredible golden energy source that was roaring beneath him. He couldn't push off the very fact that he might as well have very well been standing inches above the sun. Waves pulsed along the void as Super Swordkill charged his secret technique in his hands, with the ball of energy reaching the density of five hundred planets put together into one cup, and the buildings around gradually began to wear away and surrender to gravity as they were pulverized by this display of power.
And then with no one's consent at all, Zarth bent his entire body at a ninety degree angle and chucked his arms forward, dragging the mile-wide energy ball from its throne and tossing it towards the ground. It didn't take more than fifteen people to estimate that they couldn't stop it in time before it cracked open the void with its awesome power. Zarth rattled endlessly with fiendish laughter at their helplessness as nearly everyone except for one Brawler who was standing next to a payphone harmlessly as though he was barely even aware of the events that were occurring. Super Swordkill panicked, and shoved his cupped hands forward, releasing the ball with half of the Sun inside of it out of his protection.
~ Final Flash - DBZ OST
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What the naked eye could only detail as the sun's very rays beating from Super Swordkill's position, disintegrating over a hundred Brawlers who had already gotten at least a mile away from him. He disappeared in the combustion splashing between Zarth's sure-enough Planet Buster and Super Swordkill's sun-class Kamehameha Wave. The two energies challenged each other like twins, but only one would be able to break through. Within seconds, Zarth screamed and his Korjan Planet Buster went from green to red in an instant while a blue layer encapsulated it, the ball shrunk and immediately the Sun Kamehameha took the advantage.
"Grrrryyyyggghh....haaaaa! Got you!" Super Swordkill lauded confidently.
Zarth's only response was laughter, and in a low voice that he made sure the Saiyan could hear using his telepathy he muttered, "....hhhhaaa....you FOOOOOL..."
~ Super Buu Theme - DBZ OST
Abruptly, the blue energy shell shattered and the red ball contained therin expanded to the size of a small star, an invisible Ki shocked the bottom of its surface and the Korjan Red Planet Bomb sliced through the Sun Kamehameha without any problem, nullifying the energy wave as it dashed towards Super Swordkill who shrieked in horror as the energy fell on top of him and obliterated him.
KRRRSSSAAAASSSHHHR-PWWRROOOOOOM!!!!
Words could not accurately visualize so much as the RADIUS of the blast, let alone the number of lives it took along with it. Zarth zipped away at supersonic speeds through the sky like a fly running from a swatter as the blast intensified and blanketed two-thirds of all of Brawl City, only his devious mind could tolerate the amount of death that permeated the air. When the smoke finally cleared, hundreds of already deserted buildings, melted tar and gargantuan pieces of metal littered the street. The only smell for miles was of burning flesh. As Zarth disappeared in search of more Brawlers to kill, a man stood silently next to the payphone he'd been about to use. The phone was gone except for the blackened pole erected from inside of the disheveled ground, and his backpack had been burned off while he stood in the middle of the blast.
"...Dick!" said Astro after a moment of thought.
Zarth peered upward and with his power could see that multiple lasers were whipping across the planet's atmosphere, dancing through stars and punching holes in the Pollution Moon. His fleet was still bombarding Omni's Pollution Moon, his very own Death Star with the Empire's elite weapons, and the Moon still stood there, big and buoyant, tall and boisterous. It was obnoxious too. It needed to have his name on it, his insignia, his control...
"Omnipresence...we have a score to settle." Zarth thought, bracing his arms in Superman pose before taking off into the stratosphere, his alien armor around him to resist the discomfort.
Brawl City was no more.
...
March 17th, 2010 (53 hours after the destruction of Brawl City)
The Docks Of Brawl City, Afternoon_
The sun was a pale speck compared to the fireworks that the agent standing there, forty-nine feet out from the beginning of the wooden platform and twelve feet from the end, had seen. He wore a "smooth suit", your generic opaque black suit, a white collar shirt underneath, cloth-colored cuffs, black tie, and thin, laymaker shoes with no laces. He didn't bring a sidearm, but he had a German-custom DSR-1 bolt-action sniper rifle wall mounted waiting for him at where the envelope containing his mission briefings told him to station and complete his upcoming objectives. Now for the next eight minutes, of what should have been a romantic sunset across the summer glaze of Lake Brawl, was the last eight minutes he'd get to smoke before he had to go to work.
The city behind him was no longer qualified to even be a village. It was as if there had never even been a city there, just a bunch of ruins from older cities that had been pushed together by nature to fool the sane people left in the void into thinking there were victims still alive in there. The closest thing he had ever seen to that were pictures of a town that had fallen due to a nuclear reactor going off and wiping out the population, filling the town with a lethal, cosmic smog.
He brushed his wild scarlet hair away from his shades lenses, and slowly breathed out another breath of hot, gray smoke as his senses tensed. He didn't make a motion so as to not alarm his unwelcome guest, but he knew that any sudden movements might result in him getting shot first before he could have even seen the bastard.
"Knew I'd find you here." came a succinct voice from behind him, minus the clicking of a gun as he'd expected. He turned his head courteously and saw who it was, the very static and unusually swathe body of Black, his cohort and identity partner in crime. She crouched to level herself with his head as he turned again, flicking ash from his finger. The cigarette felt cold in his hand as her eyes fell upon him, he didn't even look but he knew she was staring right at him. "Ever consider taking a vacation?"
He scoffed at the comment. That joke wasn't even funny anymore. "In this place? Ha, hell no. One false move and there'll be a knife in your back." said Red, trying not to be utterly rude.
"Any word from the BSPA?"
"Nope. They can't spare anymore agents out to help us because they're afraid that any involvement with a non-Brawler force might stir up the hierarchy. Not like that matters considering Balto's already blown a hole so wide through the Void that a small star could fly through it. Out of everyone, ironically, he's probably one of the highest damage amounts."
"We're to go ALL THE WAY that god forsaken eyesore and start picking off as many hostiles as we can, right?"
Black nodded, her red telekinetic field captured Red's cigarette and stole it from his mouth as she slid it into her own. Red rose from his sitting position and shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his lip and sounding out a low curse with his lips. "You know, I used to like looking up at the moon..."
All he saw there now were the green beams that he assumed to belong to Zarth's ships, the red beams that were fired by Omni's ships, the multicolored blasts that came from Balto, and the white-scarlet blasts that poked from the moon's surface every few seconds. Little explosions happened every now and then on the moon's surface that told him how heated the combat was getting up there, it only made him a bit happier that he and Black were getting the crap work from their superiors down HERE instead of people like Agent Yellow and Madman who were being fired from a cannon and straight into the stratosphere, on the 20 to 100 chance they weren't caught in the Void's triangular orbit and then shot like rubber bands into some foreign star.
"Come on." Black pulled him away from his view by an arm, dragging him from his pre-mission break, "We've got a date with a really, really tall tower..."
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TO BE CONTINUED
TO BE CONTINUED
~Piccolo's Theme - DBZ OST
