Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 13:43:37 GMT -6
After their initial meeting in the field, Wasabi had taken an interest in the tuffle known as Bana Smoothie (and not just in his name). He would invite him to what had essentially become his permanent training room. Wasabi would wait for his guest, shadow boxing with himself in the room until he arrived. Bana Smoothie
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Bana Smoothie
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Power Level: 19,167
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 8, 2017 13:53:22 GMT -6
He had considered long and hard on whether or not to accept the invitation to the training room. Reports said that Wasabi had won the tournament, and his recent scans had highlighted that his abilities would far surpass the capabilities of his suit at it's current parameters. It would be a losing battle from the outset, and unlike when taking Planet Plant the objective was not vital for the Armada.
However the arena of choice all but declared the non lethality of the encounter, especially with peace talks underway. Thus he felt his own life was not in danger. And the coat and time to repair his battle suit was well worth the chance for field data of actove combat of someone of Wasabi's strength.
So with the potential benefits outweighing the permanent danger Bana decided to show. Though he would appear in his casual clothes. A button down shirt and slacks. His power suit was of course ready to be activated when they began, but he didn't find the idea of walking through the city with it prudent.
"So what prompted this social call?"
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 14:06:55 GMT -6
Wasabi would turn as Bana entered, a light sheen of sweat on the surface of his skin.
"Nothin' much . . . just wanted to see your cool robo suit in action."
Wasabi would grin, before a disappointed look would cross his face.
"Y- You didn't bring it . . ."
He'd groan lightly, biting his lip.
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Bana Smoothie
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Power Level: 19,167
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 8, 2017 14:12:44 GMT -6
"I brought a basic prototype."
Something to help him save face and remind himself that it is fine if it is nearly destroyed. His old suit had already blown up when he was showing off his new reactor. Still, he didnt like losing even if it was a forgone conclusion, or for the greater good.
He'd hit the button on the side of the wall to close the door to the training room before letting out a small sigh.
"Just think of the data."
He mumbled to himself before hitting his chest and activating the suit. From under his clothing metallic shafts, plates, and fibers came out, fully encompassing his body and head. Scanners and reactor quickly coming online.
"Your turn."
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 14:22:48 GMT -6
Wasabi's eyes and grin would widen with anticipation. It was all he could do not to shout out in excitement as Bana began to 'transform'. After it was over, Wasabi would stand silent, shock still evident on his face before he let out a loud yell!
"HAHA THAT WAS AWESOME!"
At Bana's request, Wasabi would cock his head in confusion, an amused smile on his face. He wanted him to transform? Not happening, unless the Tuffle had a death wish.
"My turn? Well if you say so."
Wasabi would take off his shirt, stripping down to his bare chest.
"That's about as transformed as I get. So come on, show me what your suit can do!"
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Bana Smoothie
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 8, 2017 14:47:30 GMT -6
He frowned under his mask. He had still hoped to get axtive combat data of him at his full power. He'd already revealed before that he could reach higher strength. But the power level he had scanned earlier was still more than enough to surpass his suit's current durability.
"As you wish."
His distorted voice came out through the speakers before his hand rose up to fire a plasma blast at Wasabi's bare chest. He was resting for durability and reflexes for the Son of Mayoko. As for his suit he was testing the power output of the blasts.
Attack PL 495
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 15:17:31 GMT -6
Wasabi would let out a low whistle as the suit shot out a ki blast -- or something similar to it. Wasabi could sense the energy all the same, but the feeling was different, synthetic. It was impressive what a mechanical suit could allow someone to do. Wasabi would take the blasts head on, smacking the blast off to the side before dropping his power level, so Bana could see his next attack.
"Haha! Try, this!"
He would fire a barrage of ki blasts at the floor, aiming to force Bana up into the air. He wasn't even sure if the suit could fly, but he was about to find out.
PL of Blasts: 500
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Bana Smoothie
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Power Level: 19,167
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 8, 2017 15:32:33 GMT -6
He frowned behind his mask seeing how weak the blasts that Wasabi was lobbing back at him were. Previous scans and his victory showed conclusively that he was holding back. A lot, which was unacceptable.
He powered the suit's reflex enhancements, allowing the suits Processors to take some control of the suit, using it's sensors to predict trajectory and probability of attacks.
He had no need to fly back from the blasts as instead he hopped back with a series of flips and somersaults to avoid the energy attacks directed at him.
"If you are going to hold back this exercise is not worth the data I will gather."
New PL 540
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Wasabi
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Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 15:54:23 GMT -6
Wasabi would raise an incredulous eyebrow in almost complete disbelief at what he was hearing right now. The tuffle wanted him to go all out? His grin would broaden wider and wider still as he cracked his neck in preparation.
Suddenly his ki would flare outward, his skin beginning to darken then crack, taking on a rock like appearance as red energy glowed visibly within the cracks. With a shout, he'd charge his ki into his hand as he slashed downwards at Bana. A vertical wave of ki would streak its way towards Bana, aiming to slice him in half. Wasabi realizing his mistake, would take control of the ki from a distance, angling it upwards.
"Demon Edg -- OH SHIT!"
The blast would clip the side of Bana's helmet. The stray blast would leave a jagged scar in the material of the wall with a resounding boom that would send a strong air current whipping through the room.
M.S.I. PL: 115,915 Demon Edge PL: 144,893
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Bana Smoothie
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Power Level: 19,167
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 8, 2017 16:06:48 GMT -6
His sensors fired off frantic beeps of warning as Wasabi's power climbed dramatically. Double his output. Triple. Over a hundred fold and beyond. Any fool couls look at the data and tell how this was going to end, let alone someone of Bana's intellect. And yet he watched intently this was unlike anything he'd seen before. And the data that was being transmitted back for review and archival. But he had yet to find anything of this level in the archives. That alone would make this worthwhile, even if he died.
The blast coming at him moved to fast for him to register, and it was only through Wasabi's efforts and his suit's reflection of resources to evasion that allowed him to get enough out of the way that the blast only clipped his helmet.
Though even that brief contact was enough to shatter the metal plating protecting his head and damaging the sensors preventing further readings until repairs could be conducted.
The damage and splintering to the helmet caused enough of a force to knock Bana out, a deep bloody gash along his head where the blast had connected.
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
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Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 8, 2017 23:30:48 GMT -6
"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!"
Wasabi would rush to the young Tuffles side, unsure of what to do. He reached to check a pulse, but found the suit impeded his efforts. With a grunt, he'd tear away at the metal of the suit as if it were aluminum foil. Peeling it away until there was only a Bana (heehee puns), he'd check for a pulse.
Upon finding that he was fine, Wasabi would slap Bana's face a few times in an attempt to rouse him. If it didn't work, he'd simply throw the young man over his shoulder, flying him away to the nearest healing tank. A feeling of relief would wash over him; he hadn't accidentally killed someone today, that was always good.
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Bana Smoothie
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Power Level: 19,167
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 9, 2017 0:09:56 GMT -6
The slapping roused him back to the waking world, but with that came the agonizing pain from his head wound. Pain that would only be dwarfed by the pain he would feel when he realized just how trashed his suit is now.
Still while he was not physically tough by any metric that compared him and Wasabi he was disciplined. A lifetime on the Armada, being groomed for military service and battle gave him the stoicism to maintain his wits at least. A soldier on the field that couldn't think was as good as dead.
"That was quicker than anticipated."
Despite his efforts to be neutral in the matter. Even knowing the outcome ahead of time he couldnt help but be disappointed at how quickly it was over. His now destroyed Prototype was a long ways off from being ready for real action. Further away than he had anticipated.
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 9, 2017 0:18:21 GMT -6
"Yeah . . . I did try to hold back, but then you had to go and tell me to go all out."
Wasabi would look away, feeling guilty and slightly afraid. He'd almost taken Bana's head off. If he hadn't been as quick as he had . . . it was likely the young Tuffle wouldn't have even known he was dead until he was in the next life. It was a scary thought to realize he'd gotten so powerful.
He'd look around at the various scraps, and bits of metal that was once Bana's high-tech combat suit. He offered an apologetic smile with a slight shrug.
"You uh . . . need a ride?" , he'd ask, offering to fly him home.
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Bana Smoothie
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Post by Bana Smoothie on Mar 9, 2017 0:23:32 GMT -6
"It's fine. The Data was worth the risk."
He would try and sit up to wave away the concern. But the moment he did dizziness overtook him and he thought he was going to vomit his guts out.
"If you wish to take me to the diplomatic quarters where the peace talks are being held I would not object."
He was confident that he could get there on his own. Eventually. But as he looked down and saw how much damage had been done to his suit he doubted it would fly. If anything they were lucky that when he was ripping open the suit he didn't rupture the power cores. That would have been a fatal explosion.
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 9, 2017 0:34:12 GMT -6
Wasabi would shake his head in disbelief. The guy was nuts. Risking his life for what? Some numbers he could send to the rest of his people? It made no sense to him, but he knew better than to question alien ideologies.
Without further argument Wasabi would toss Bana over his shoulders, like a sack of robo potato's and begin to fly into the sunset (or at the very least, wherever Bana told him to go).
/exit?
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