Test Dummy - Broly Quest #2

by Broly 3/28/2012, 9:49 pm

Test Dummy

Easy Quest

Requirement: None

Reward: 1,000 zeni

The Capsule Corporation is designing a new series of combat androids and wishes to test them against a warrior of your caliber. They put a strange sensor suit on you and have you fight a legion of the robots to acquire data.

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Scientists; the source of all types of trouble since the inception of study. The only useful scientist, to Broly, was a scientist who had dedicated his life to war. That was where Glory lie, and where he often found himself. He didn't loiter around in lounges filled with air conditioning, nor did he honestly care for such a place. It was too cushy, too comfortable and altogether too fresh for him to enjoy. He was fine with a hole in the ground in the center of the desert, so long as he felt the rough living that nature had intended for his species. It wasn't as though they were honestly intended to live in such a comfy style of existence. What Saiyan bothered with air conditioning?

Their pods weren't even ventilated. The only type of conditioning they had impressed upon the space pods were the generators of air that they had attached inside. Otherwise, the Saiyans would have died during travel. The same was true with their war ships, as most species that had been wiped out could have said. Where they had tried making their ships comfortable, the Saiyans had devoted the extra space to making it more heavily armored, more powerful and more vast in it's array of weaponry. It was what made them so deadly in space. Even if they couldn't hold their own in ground combat (which they were more than capable of doing), they could blast a planet to shreds should it be deemed useless.

So, with the new advancements made by Capsule Corporation, it was clear that Broly could have cared less. Sensory equipment?

"Pah.", he spit toward the flooring, turning his head back before the substance could even hit the ground. He cared little for their new technology; the only redeeming factor was that they were using it to acquire battle data based on his own strength and power readings. What would provide him with more of a challenge than his own technique and power? That was provided the were capable of matching his force, his tenacity...More than just his raw strength. One could be as strong as they wished, but left unable to harm even a fly if they couldn't apply it with the right reason behind it.

One did not fight for peace, and expect to be a juggernaut. No one he knew, anyway.

Broly strapped his sensory gloves on, pulling them tightly over his fingers as he prepared himself for combat. Those scientists were covering him in all that cumbersome equipment, and he couldn't say he enjoyed it. While it didn't hinder his movement too badly, it was still a new type of hell to maneuver in it, without breaking something. If he wasn't so spurred on by the challenge they were offering, he'd have wiped them all out on the spot, as opposed to being put up to this modern technological fiddling. It was enough to send his body into spasms of rage when presented with the thought that they were utilizing him as a large guinea pig. He didn't enjoy being used...but he did have a penchant for destroying things.

Oh yes, he had a penchant for destroying 'things'. Things like entire civilizations, planets, damn near entire galaxies. Broly wasn't one to be inhibited or stopped by something that others saw as powerful; Broly was his own definition of powerful. Night unstoppable, dangerous. Uncontrollable and wild, free to do what he wants simply because he could. No one could or would stop him, so why shouldn't he destroy what he pleased?

Patting his freshly gloved fists together eagerly, before glancing up at the scientist's secure location with a scornful look upon his face. He'd have to make sure to destroy this facility if they failed to provide him with a solid enough challenge to his might. Broly couldn't stand being deceived, or being disappointed. If they managed to do both of those things at the same time, he would probably just blow this entire place into the sky. It seemed like the most reasonable course of action available to him. After all, it wasn't like he'd waste time negotiating for a second trial of this crappy technology.

The green light suddenly lit up above their perch, signalling the release of the hostile entities that were to be opposing him today. Broly lowered his eyes to the gates on the other end of the room, and watched a small handful of what looked like cyborgs step out from their now unbound restraints. He narrowed his eyes, and slowed his breathing. His energy rose up around his ankles, rising toward his head as if it were a burning flame. It continued until it covered his entire body, rotating and swirling as if some invisible force was forcing it to sway to and fro to some kind of beat. The cyborgs didn't look very threatening, but one could never tell with synthetics.

He watched as they scanned him, looked him over, and agreed silently upon a plan of attack. Broly stepped forward with his back straight as the cyborgs began to separate from each other, branching off to encircle him. Foolish robots. They had no way to tell that such a tactic wouldn't work against someone like Broly. Allowing his energy to sweep over his form, Broly waited for them to attack. Now was the time to express the pent up rage Earth had left him with. This planet disgusted him more than any other he'd encountered, simply because of the softening effect it had on it's residents. Everyone who came here ended up softer than when they first showed up. Doughier.

Broly wasn't to become that way. He would keep his killing edge for as long as possible. He would be like these cyborgs, but even better. Untiring, unrelenting, and cold as ice at heart. He could tell they had lost all human processes in the way that they flung themselves at him, clearly calculating their chances for a three pronged assault. Broly's left hand raised up firmly, catching the metallic skull of the Cyborg who'd come in from his right, before slinging it forward into the cyborg ahead of him. To deal with the cyborg on his left, he lifted his left palm to release a firm pulse of ki energy in it's general direction.

While the first two went flying back in the direction they came, the third managed to redirect his blast into the air, where it soon collided with the ceiling to produce an upside down plume of smoke, which sank toward them slowly. Broly turned his body to defend himself from the incoming assault, which was shockingly easy to see through. These things were too weak to keep up with him. Grinning smugly as a blow came dragging in from the left, he batted it away with his arm. He then proceeded to counter attack with his right, sending it directly inside of the cyborg's guard.

The strike smashed into his synthetic chest, but it hardly seemed to notice. In response to it's lack of care, Broly released a heated barrage of blows toward the robot's chest, peppering it with medium strength strikes to drive it back, before finishing his combination with a deadly hook. The cyborg recoiled, sliding back several feet from the sheer force of Broly's blow. As he was reigning his arm in to reestablish his guard, he felt a firm tug against his shoulders. One of the other cyborgs had managed to get back up and latch onto him. Releasing a guttural roar as he was dragged to the ground by the strength of the synthetic and the ally who had come to aid it, Broly tried to twist in the air.

He positioned himself so that he landed hard on the synthetic who was on his back, before pointing his palm directly at the ground below him. Grinning maniacally, he set off several point blank energy detonations against the ground, starting a bubble of rising and expanding energy that threatened to consume all three of them. For a moment, his plan seemed to be working, until the android who had gripped his shoulders (as opposed to lower back) raised a hand toward the expanding sphere. A little red orb on the center of it's palm suddenly began siphoning Broly's energy toward it, sucking up the power he was trying to release.

Roaring once more, Broly switched tactics. The Legendary Super Saiyan suddenly released a jet of energy from both feet, blasting toward the make shift arena's walls with all the power he could muster. The android who had been standing was now blown back across the arena by the force of his propulsion, while the one on his lower back found himself embedded into the concrete. He could feel his hair flatten against his head, his usually spiky hair pressed hard against his skull. As the acceleration increased, the cyborg who was still holding on tightened his grip, slowly moving his fingers toward the Legendary Warrior's neck. So he was trying to strangle him? Trying would need to be the key word there.

Suddenly taking a steep rise, Broly made a rapid dash for the ceiling. Flipping his body once more, the Saiyan smashed his opponent's body against the hard arena roof, spinning again when he felt the thing's grip relent slightly. It had been just what he was looking for. He allowed himself to spin for what must have been only seconds, but the period felt like hours to the timing sensitive Saiyan. His leg extended at high speeds, coming down hard upon the falling robot's dorsal plate. This sent the thing toward the ground in a blur of motion, but the fighter wasn't quite finished with the task at hand.

He pulled his leg back into his guard, and quickly rose a hand into the air. Making a grand gesture as he lowered his body through the air, Broly took care to sweep the areas where the cyborgs were located. With two of them stuck in their positions, the attack was nearly impossible for them to evade. Grinning as his energy extracted itself from his aura, the Saiyan allowed his hand to sweep the other direction, releasing a barrage of screeching blasts that bathed the arena in a bright green, almost emerald-like light. Each blast created a small cloud of dust and smoke that rose from the freshly cratered ground and into the air, decimating all in the assault's path.

As Broly's blasts finished raining down upon his opponents' now mostly deconstructed bodies, he let the ghost of a smug grin swing across his features once more. They had been only the barest challenge, but they had been tricky enough. He cast a glance up toward the scientists' booth, grinning a fang filled grin as he shouted up at them in his own way of saying good-bye. "Make me more...MAKE ME MORE. Make them stronger, Earthlings. I love a challenge!"

As he blasted a hole through the wall to his left, he couldn't help but hope they would get the message from his sensory data, that he would be throwing to the ground in a few seconds. He would let them have their data, but only to build him a true challenger. Something that would actually test his limits, as opposed to those Capsule Corporation shit-bots.

WC: 1,913