Post by Killiak on Feb 14, 2019 13:44:43 GMT
{BGM: “Encounter”}
Round after round, wave after wave of battle droids swarmed the training arena, each armed with various high tiered weaponry. From swords, axes and spears to pistols, rifles and heavy machine guns, the mix of weaponry alone was a bit much for some. The droids also appeared to be human, though rest assured they were fully synthetic and quite disposable.
Only a minute and a half had passed, and already the Turk had cleared the 30th wave. Not his most impressive figures, but it was still up there in the top five or so. He did this every other day, sometimes twice in a row, he never kept to a pattern but every time he came down, crowds of SOLDIER gathered around to watch. He used punches powerful enough to shatter the ground, struck in such a way the air itself appeared to explode in large fashion, and sometimes he’d unleash a handful of energy attacks. No matter what he did, the scores and scores of battle droids, state of the art though they may be, were no match and wound up in the recycle heap.
As per usual, at the two and a half minute mark, his score hovering at 99, he abruptly came to a stop. You had to be quick if you wanted to see Solus smashing everyone’s scores, as he never went beyond two and a half minutes. His Shindroid sounded its alarm, and the hulking Turk ceased entirely. Drenched in sweat and short of breath, it looked like he’d at least been at it for hours. Nope, barely two and a half minutes….
“Aww man, I dunno why I thought he’d go longer today! Damn...”, said one 2nd class.
“It’s amazing and irritating all at once.”, said another.
“Yeah but you guys know you wouldn’t last two minutes against him”, chimed in a 3rd class.
“HA! Not in a million years! We’re not suicidal kid!”, the two grumbling 2nd class’ said in unison before leaving. Meanwhile, the 3rd class hung around a little longer.
Solus smirked, having heard it all while he wiped himself off with a towel. It wasn’t like he got any kind of pleasure from their conversations, but they were amusing nonetheless.
{BGM: “Turks”}
*Bzzt! Bzzzt!*
Answering his phone, he spoke only a few short words to acknowledge whatever the person on the other end said before placing the phone back in his pocket. Solus had worn his usual training attire of a pair of white gi pants with silver and gold lined flames on the right hip, and orange lined red flames on the left foot/shin, held up by a black belt with several, roughly 9 red tabs on the left portion before the knot. Only he knew what they actually represented, but it was undoubtedly similar to the rest of Wutai’s arts. More tabs meant more mastery, simple as could be. In any case it looked impressive….
Anywho, he also wore a white tank top, as if to conceal some of his more disturbing scars. Strangely, there was a section at the center of his chest and abs that wasn’t scarred in the usual fashion, but looked as if something had happened because it wasn’t quite normal. Fortunately, the shirt was enough to cover that up, even soaked in sweat. Then of course, there was the Ehrgeiz, his red gauntlets he never took off, same with his glasses.
He headed off to his office, leaving the training floor a mess for the built in services to clean up.
An hour later
Solus finished fastening his belt and began buttoning up his shirt when Julia arrived at his door, right on schedule. He could see from the security feed that she held a large wooden box of sorts, with silver plating done up all fancy-like around the corners. She’d told him over the phone that she had a gift for him, and he couldn’t imagine what it was.
He buzzed her in, which was more of a bip on a screen, and walked over to his desk, fumbling with his tie.
“Julia, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Shut up you big oaf! You know I owe ya one!”, Julia piped up, her voice was not the most feminine, but certainly not masculine either. She was strong willed, full of energy, and had a certain aggressiveness about her that Solus found refreshing. Dark brown, near waist long hair done up in a pony tail, she wore a pair of jean-shorts cut just enough to cover the pockets, which basically meant they barely covered her very well toned and gifted behind. She wore a large leather belt held together by a simple ringed buckle, and two holstered pistols—one for each hip. Lastly, she wore a gray tank top that seemed to barely contain her breasts and a pair of leather boots done up just above her ankles.
She set the box down and wiped off the layer of dust covering it, smacking her hand on the table.
“Well, ain’tcha gonna open it?!”
Solus, though still wearing his sunglasses as always, was quite surprised. The woman had a way about her, that’s for sure. Smiling, he opened the box and revealed what this was all about. At first he was quiet (he was always quiet), but then he coughed as he found his voice.
“Julia, what is this?”
“Jesus almighty man, it’s a damn gun what’s it look like?!”
“Well I see that but, why a gun? I --”
“have only the need for my two giant ass fists. Blah blah blah. Look, you need something to make your life a little easier until you figure out whatever the hell is goin on with your body. Yer all outta whack and stuff, and if you learn how to use this thing, I guarantee it’ll make your job at least a little easier.”
Solus smiled, picking up the firearm. It was large, even in his hand. Black custom made hand grips shaped to his hand—with the Ehrgeiz no less. The entire finish was black with a hint of silver filigree spread out over the weapon. It had a bottom-mounted barrel, revolving fluteless cylinder, and large vented heat shield on top that featured diagonal channels to expedite the release of built up heat. There was an emblem of Julia’s family crest stamped into the side, the picture of a flying Eagle.
“Thank you, I don’t know what to say”
“Yeah yeah. I’ll teach ya how to use it even, so long as I get mine.” She smiled and winked, her fiercely blue eyes capturing his for just a moment.
Just then, his screen lit up with a notification that he had another guest waiting outside. As the video feed popped up, he saw that it was none other than the poster boy himself.
“Enki, what brings you here? Come on in!”
The door buzzed open, and in walked the KNIGHT.
Round after round, wave after wave of battle droids swarmed the training arena, each armed with various high tiered weaponry. From swords, axes and spears to pistols, rifles and heavy machine guns, the mix of weaponry alone was a bit much for some. The droids also appeared to be human, though rest assured they were fully synthetic and quite disposable.
Only a minute and a half had passed, and already the Turk had cleared the 30th wave. Not his most impressive figures, but it was still up there in the top five or so. He did this every other day, sometimes twice in a row, he never kept to a pattern but every time he came down, crowds of SOLDIER gathered around to watch. He used punches powerful enough to shatter the ground, struck in such a way the air itself appeared to explode in large fashion, and sometimes he’d unleash a handful of energy attacks. No matter what he did, the scores and scores of battle droids, state of the art though they may be, were no match and wound up in the recycle heap.
As per usual, at the two and a half minute mark, his score hovering at 99, he abruptly came to a stop. You had to be quick if you wanted to see Solus smashing everyone’s scores, as he never went beyond two and a half minutes. His Shindroid sounded its alarm, and the hulking Turk ceased entirely. Drenched in sweat and short of breath, it looked like he’d at least been at it for hours. Nope, barely two and a half minutes….
“Aww man, I dunno why I thought he’d go longer today! Damn...”, said one 2nd class.
“It’s amazing and irritating all at once.”, said another.
“Yeah but you guys know you wouldn’t last two minutes against him”, chimed in a 3rd class.
“HA! Not in a million years! We’re not suicidal kid!”, the two grumbling 2nd class’ said in unison before leaving. Meanwhile, the 3rd class hung around a little longer.
Solus smirked, having heard it all while he wiped himself off with a towel. It wasn’t like he got any kind of pleasure from their conversations, but they were amusing nonetheless.
{BGM: “Turks”}
*Bzzt! Bzzzt!*
Answering his phone, he spoke only a few short words to acknowledge whatever the person on the other end said before placing the phone back in his pocket. Solus had worn his usual training attire of a pair of white gi pants with silver and gold lined flames on the right hip, and orange lined red flames on the left foot/shin, held up by a black belt with several, roughly 9 red tabs on the left portion before the knot. Only he knew what they actually represented, but it was undoubtedly similar to the rest of Wutai’s arts. More tabs meant more mastery, simple as could be. In any case it looked impressive….
Anywho, he also wore a white tank top, as if to conceal some of his more disturbing scars. Strangely, there was a section at the center of his chest and abs that wasn’t scarred in the usual fashion, but looked as if something had happened because it wasn’t quite normal. Fortunately, the shirt was enough to cover that up, even soaked in sweat. Then of course, there was the Ehrgeiz, his red gauntlets he never took off, same with his glasses.
He headed off to his office, leaving the training floor a mess for the built in services to clean up.
An hour later
Solus finished fastening his belt and began buttoning up his shirt when Julia arrived at his door, right on schedule. He could see from the security feed that she held a large wooden box of sorts, with silver plating done up all fancy-like around the corners. She’d told him over the phone that she had a gift for him, and he couldn’t imagine what it was.
He buzzed her in, which was more of a bip on a screen, and walked over to his desk, fumbling with his tie.
“Julia, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Shut up you big oaf! You know I owe ya one!”, Julia piped up, her voice was not the most feminine, but certainly not masculine either. She was strong willed, full of energy, and had a certain aggressiveness about her that Solus found refreshing. Dark brown, near waist long hair done up in a pony tail, she wore a pair of jean-shorts cut just enough to cover the pockets, which basically meant they barely covered her very well toned and gifted behind. She wore a large leather belt held together by a simple ringed buckle, and two holstered pistols—one for each hip. Lastly, she wore a gray tank top that seemed to barely contain her breasts and a pair of leather boots done up just above her ankles.
She set the box down and wiped off the layer of dust covering it, smacking her hand on the table.
“Well, ain’tcha gonna open it?!”
Solus, though still wearing his sunglasses as always, was quite surprised. The woman had a way about her, that’s for sure. Smiling, he opened the box and revealed what this was all about. At first he was quiet (he was always quiet), but then he coughed as he found his voice.
“Julia, what is this?”
“Jesus almighty man, it’s a damn gun what’s it look like?!”
“Well I see that but, why a gun? I --”
“have only the need for my two giant ass fists. Blah blah blah. Look, you need something to make your life a little easier until you figure out whatever the hell is goin on with your body. Yer all outta whack and stuff, and if you learn how to use this thing, I guarantee it’ll make your job at least a little easier.”
Solus smiled, picking up the firearm. It was large, even in his hand. Black custom made hand grips shaped to his hand—with the Ehrgeiz no less. The entire finish was black with a hint of silver filigree spread out over the weapon. It had a bottom-mounted barrel, revolving fluteless cylinder, and large vented heat shield on top that featured diagonal channels to expedite the release of built up heat. There was an emblem of Julia’s family crest stamped into the side, the picture of a flying Eagle.
“Thank you, I don’t know what to say”
“Yeah yeah. I’ll teach ya how to use it even, so long as I get mine.” She smiled and winked, her fiercely blue eyes capturing his for just a moment.
Just then, his screen lit up with a notification that he had another guest waiting outside. As the video feed popped up, he saw that it was none other than the poster boy himself.
“Enki, what brings you here? Come on in!”
The door buzzed open, and in walked the KNIGHT.
