Upon Angel's Wings: Part 2 The Stranger's Approach
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as well as the ancient history of Jurai are also my own ideas feel free to
use them as well.
The scene was always the same on these crowded planets, the huge buildings, the crowded streets. One could go crazy from the monotony of these planets if not from the humble distractions they offered. This planet was practically one huge bustling city lit by hundred upon hundreds of lights each one seemingly brighter than the next. On this planet, darkness seemed non-existent.
In a small bar located in the heart of this urban madness, sat a man with long platinum hair dressed in the form-fitting, dark colored inner robes of a Jurai noble. Beside him crumpled in a pile, was the rest of his ensemble. Before him was a large glass of a purple fluid with cloudy white patches in it. Fallarian ale they called it, he called it anything but. He propped his boots up onto the table he sat at and looked around with yellow- globed oculars of jade. A yawn escaped him as he kept vigilant watch over the various other species in the bar.
It was then that he noticed the fist fight through that half open door. A slender platinum brow was raised in silent question but then pieced it together in a rather quick fashion. No doubt this was one of those oh so popular "fight clubs" he had heard about when he was a child growing up on the Jurai controlled planet of Drax. Clubs where grown men beat the hell out of one another for money and adrenaline rushes. He rose slowly and moved to the door, pushing it open and watching for a few moments.
His eyes studied the match intently, much like how an art connoisseur studies a work of art before moving on to the next piece. The fight was between two men; one was of a terran subspecies. The other fighter was a rather stodgy looking midorean. The terran was well built, with biceps the size of his head. His form seemed to be of a slight form of martial arts, but it was hard to tell due to the midorean being in the way. The midorean's form of fighting was clumsy and awkward, the effects of too much drinking. Midoreans were known for their tremendous speed and agility when it came to the art of fighting. However, this was not the midorean's lucky night. The terran had thrown a punch that caught the poor bastard off guard. A residual crunch was heard as the fist impacted upon the midorean's right cheek, the sound of bone shattering like porcelain.
A streamer of thick green blood flew from the fallen fighter's mouth as he began a quick decent to the ground. As he hit the hard concrete floor, a few of the sharp and crooked teeth that would normally jut out of the midorean's lower jaw skidded across the floor. The midorean shuddered as it tried to get back up but he merely gave a heavy sigh and settled to the floor, unconscious.
As he was declared the winner, the terran lifted his hands up and gave a triumphant yell. It was then that it came to notice that the terran had been squatting this whole time. He stood straight up to a height that had to be at least seven and a half feet tall. As the crowd cheered and collected their money, a man with a bullhorn announced that this was "The one hundred and twentieth win for Satoshi Hiramoto on his undefeated record."
The platinum haired man scoffed and smirked saying louder than he should have, "Undefeated, what a joke.. The he's just been fighting weaklings." The crowd went dead silent as Satoshi looked up.
"What dead man just said that?!?" He yelled out to the crowd. The crowd immediately parted way to expose the platinum haired man who stood there defiantly without even looking up.
"You got a death wish, eh pretty boy? Huh, answer me you damn pansy." He spoke in a gruff voice that would scare most people but not this man. He merely lifted his head to look at him and said.
"Maybe your anabolic steroids are affecting your hearing. I said your fighting is crap. I'll show you what combat is if your up to it." A quick shine flashed over his eyes as he grinned to the huge hulking man who was turning redder by the second.
Satoshi leaned down into his challenger's face and was now screaming at him. The stench of alcohol hung heavy on his breath. "Listen here you little suicidal maniac, I accept yer challenge. You ain't on Jurai where all you fight are pansy little playboys that're too afraid to get their faces bruised. Fer this fight, I'm gonna be sure I snap ya in half like a twig!"
The platinum haired man merely smirked and walked past him, placing his hand on Satoshi's chest and pushing him nearly off balance. "Fine." he said, walking into the center of the ring. "And by the way. My name is Lance. Learn it, because pretty soon you'll be pleading it for mercy." With those words spoken, he chuckled in a fashion that could be interpreted as almost too confident.
Satoshi growled at the pushing he got but gave a hearty ignorant laugh after Lance had made what he assumed would be his last words. "It doesn't matter what the hell yer name is. After I'm done, yer gonna get buried in an unmarked grave as it is. And as fer pleading to you fer mercy, I think it'll be the other way 'round." He laughed once more, the laugh of overconfidence. He then took a boxing style fighting stance.
Lance merely stood there unmoving as if he were daydreaming. As the ring announcer said that the fight could begin, Satoshi moved in quickly for the first strike, which was a right straight punch that was directed toward the center of Lance's face. Strangely enough, Lance didn't move at all and let the fist hit him squarely in the face. Lance hardly moved at all from the blow, the only actual movement from him was his head moving only an inch back.
Satoshi's face filled with an expression of horror as he began to send fist after fist into the center of Lance's face.
"It was sad really, having to fight an ignorant fool rather than a worthy opponent." Thought Lance as a small bored sigh escaped him. He watched the fear in the now frantically punching Satoshi's eyes. The sight filled him with a mock sense of power and he couldn't help but give a rather wicked grin.
The once deafening cheer of the crowd died down to a murmur as Lance was pummeled again and again but was unmoving to each blow. "W-w-what the hell are you.?" Said Satoshi as he recoiled in fear from the now grinning Lance.
"Does it matter.? Such information is truly useless to a dead man." Said Lance who rushed toward Satoshi with such incredible speed that he was rendered invisible for a few seconds. Once the gap between the two of them was cleared, Lance's fist was brought into Satoshi's midsection with a punch that temporarily distorted his entire trunk. His back and sides distended outward as his innards were shifted for the moment. Lance knew that such a punch had practically sealed Satoshi's death as organ and bone alike were mashed into a jelly. The whole punch and withdraw had not even taken a second to successfully execute but no doubt to Satoshi and the dull witted crowd, it seemed like an eternity. He watched as Satoshi doubled over in pain and then Lance made his second move. His arm shot forward with the same inhuman speed his punch had and his fingers wrapped about Satoshi's throat. With hardly any strain to himself, he lifted he burly man upward to his feet. Lance figured that he weighed probably around 800 pounds for one his size.
Lance stared at Satoshi with cold unfeeling eyes that chilled him to the bone. As Satoshi struggled to breathe, Lance stated calmly to him. "Now if you want to survive his ordeal you are to surrender your space vessel to me immediately. Do you understand.?" Lance said this to give Satoshi the mock feeling that perhaps survival was an option for this style of situation.
His plot seemed to work as Satoshi nodded quickly and produced his docking permit and access code to him. Lance quickly pocketed these and smirked "Thanks" He stated and tossed him aside as if he were a rag doll.
Satoshi's body slammed hard against the concrete wall, which crumbled at the impact. As the people looked at Satoshi for a moment or so, they turned to look to Lance who was standing there chuckling darkly as he extended his hand outward toward the fallen warrior. A small pinpoint of iridescent white light began to form within the center of his palm. As the crowd watched in silent horror, the light began to grow and grow in size as he spoke one word in a tone that was devoid of emotion.
"Thanks." Was all that he said upon which, he released the energy from his palm at Satoshi's crumpled form. The effects were brilliant and instant; everything in the small energy packet's path was converted instantly into raw energy. Within the blink of an eye, wood, stone, metal, and people were all converted into energy for the ensuing explosion that could be seen from orbit as a spectacular mushroom cloud.
Deep in the clutches of space, Lance was piloting his newly acquired ship. He had left the establishment seconds after he had released the energy packet and watched his handiwork with glee from the safety of space. He hit a few keys to plot the course he desired, it was to be a three day long journey to meet with the woman. He planned to jettison from this "borrowed" vessel upon nearing the planet, best to come down in the guise of a meteor so not to attract attention to him. No doubt the woman would have guardians but just like with Satoshi, he would overcome them. He would overcome them the same way he over came everything, with force.
The scene was always the same on these crowded planets, the huge buildings, the crowded streets. One could go crazy from the monotony of these planets if not from the humble distractions they offered. This planet was practically one huge bustling city lit by hundred upon hundreds of lights each one seemingly brighter than the next. On this planet, darkness seemed non-existent.
In a small bar located in the heart of this urban madness, sat a man with long platinum hair dressed in the form-fitting, dark colored inner robes of a Jurai noble. Beside him crumpled in a pile, was the rest of his ensemble. Before him was a large glass of a purple fluid with cloudy white patches in it. Fallarian ale they called it, he called it anything but. He propped his boots up onto the table he sat at and looked around with yellow- globed oculars of jade. A yawn escaped him as he kept vigilant watch over the various other species in the bar.
It was then that he noticed the fist fight through that half open door. A slender platinum brow was raised in silent question but then pieced it together in a rather quick fashion. No doubt this was one of those oh so popular "fight clubs" he had heard about when he was a child growing up on the Jurai controlled planet of Drax. Clubs where grown men beat the hell out of one another for money and adrenaline rushes. He rose slowly and moved to the door, pushing it open and watching for a few moments.
His eyes studied the match intently, much like how an art connoisseur studies a work of art before moving on to the next piece. The fight was between two men; one was of a terran subspecies. The other fighter was a rather stodgy looking midorean. The terran was well built, with biceps the size of his head. His form seemed to be of a slight form of martial arts, but it was hard to tell due to the midorean being in the way. The midorean's form of fighting was clumsy and awkward, the effects of too much drinking. Midoreans were known for their tremendous speed and agility when it came to the art of fighting. However, this was not the midorean's lucky night. The terran had thrown a punch that caught the poor bastard off guard. A residual crunch was heard as the fist impacted upon the midorean's right cheek, the sound of bone shattering like porcelain.
A streamer of thick green blood flew from the fallen fighter's mouth as he began a quick decent to the ground. As he hit the hard concrete floor, a few of the sharp and crooked teeth that would normally jut out of the midorean's lower jaw skidded across the floor. The midorean shuddered as it tried to get back up but he merely gave a heavy sigh and settled to the floor, unconscious.
As he was declared the winner, the terran lifted his hands up and gave a triumphant yell. It was then that it came to notice that the terran had been squatting this whole time. He stood straight up to a height that had to be at least seven and a half feet tall. As the crowd cheered and collected their money, a man with a bullhorn announced that this was "The one hundred and twentieth win for Satoshi Hiramoto on his undefeated record."
The platinum haired man scoffed and smirked saying louder than he should have, "Undefeated, what a joke.. The he's just been fighting weaklings." The crowd went dead silent as Satoshi looked up.
"What dead man just said that?!?" He yelled out to the crowd. The crowd immediately parted way to expose the platinum haired man who stood there defiantly without even looking up.
"You got a death wish, eh pretty boy? Huh, answer me you damn pansy." He spoke in a gruff voice that would scare most people but not this man. He merely lifted his head to look at him and said.
"Maybe your anabolic steroids are affecting your hearing. I said your fighting is crap. I'll show you what combat is if your up to it." A quick shine flashed over his eyes as he grinned to the huge hulking man who was turning redder by the second.
Satoshi leaned down into his challenger's face and was now screaming at him. The stench of alcohol hung heavy on his breath. "Listen here you little suicidal maniac, I accept yer challenge. You ain't on Jurai where all you fight are pansy little playboys that're too afraid to get their faces bruised. Fer this fight, I'm gonna be sure I snap ya in half like a twig!"
The platinum haired man merely smirked and walked past him, placing his hand on Satoshi's chest and pushing him nearly off balance. "Fine." he said, walking into the center of the ring. "And by the way. My name is Lance. Learn it, because pretty soon you'll be pleading it for mercy." With those words spoken, he chuckled in a fashion that could be interpreted as almost too confident.
Satoshi growled at the pushing he got but gave a hearty ignorant laugh after Lance had made what he assumed would be his last words. "It doesn't matter what the hell yer name is. After I'm done, yer gonna get buried in an unmarked grave as it is. And as fer pleading to you fer mercy, I think it'll be the other way 'round." He laughed once more, the laugh of overconfidence. He then took a boxing style fighting stance.
Lance merely stood there unmoving as if he were daydreaming. As the ring announcer said that the fight could begin, Satoshi moved in quickly for the first strike, which was a right straight punch that was directed toward the center of Lance's face. Strangely enough, Lance didn't move at all and let the fist hit him squarely in the face. Lance hardly moved at all from the blow, the only actual movement from him was his head moving only an inch back.
Satoshi's face filled with an expression of horror as he began to send fist after fist into the center of Lance's face.
"It was sad really, having to fight an ignorant fool rather than a worthy opponent." Thought Lance as a small bored sigh escaped him. He watched the fear in the now frantically punching Satoshi's eyes. The sight filled him with a mock sense of power and he couldn't help but give a rather wicked grin.
The once deafening cheer of the crowd died down to a murmur as Lance was pummeled again and again but was unmoving to each blow. "W-w-what the hell are you.?" Said Satoshi as he recoiled in fear from the now grinning Lance.
"Does it matter.? Such information is truly useless to a dead man." Said Lance who rushed toward Satoshi with such incredible speed that he was rendered invisible for a few seconds. Once the gap between the two of them was cleared, Lance's fist was brought into Satoshi's midsection with a punch that temporarily distorted his entire trunk. His back and sides distended outward as his innards were shifted for the moment. Lance knew that such a punch had practically sealed Satoshi's death as organ and bone alike were mashed into a jelly. The whole punch and withdraw had not even taken a second to successfully execute but no doubt to Satoshi and the dull witted crowd, it seemed like an eternity. He watched as Satoshi doubled over in pain and then Lance made his second move. His arm shot forward with the same inhuman speed his punch had and his fingers wrapped about Satoshi's throat. With hardly any strain to himself, he lifted he burly man upward to his feet. Lance figured that he weighed probably around 800 pounds for one his size.
Lance stared at Satoshi with cold unfeeling eyes that chilled him to the bone. As Satoshi struggled to breathe, Lance stated calmly to him. "Now if you want to survive his ordeal you are to surrender your space vessel to me immediately. Do you understand.?" Lance said this to give Satoshi the mock feeling that perhaps survival was an option for this style of situation.
His plot seemed to work as Satoshi nodded quickly and produced his docking permit and access code to him. Lance quickly pocketed these and smirked "Thanks" He stated and tossed him aside as if he were a rag doll.
Satoshi's body slammed hard against the concrete wall, which crumbled at the impact. As the people looked at Satoshi for a moment or so, they turned to look to Lance who was standing there chuckling darkly as he extended his hand outward toward the fallen warrior. A small pinpoint of iridescent white light began to form within the center of his palm. As the crowd watched in silent horror, the light began to grow and grow in size as he spoke one word in a tone that was devoid of emotion.
"Thanks." Was all that he said upon which, he released the energy from his palm at Satoshi's crumpled form. The effects were brilliant and instant; everything in the small energy packet's path was converted instantly into raw energy. Within the blink of an eye, wood, stone, metal, and people were all converted into energy for the ensuing explosion that could be seen from orbit as a spectacular mushroom cloud.
Deep in the clutches of space, Lance was piloting his newly acquired ship. He had left the establishment seconds after he had released the energy packet and watched his handiwork with glee from the safety of space. He hit a few keys to plot the course he desired, it was to be a three day long journey to meet with the woman. He planned to jettison from this "borrowed" vessel upon nearing the planet, best to come down in the guise of a meteor so not to attract attention to him. No doubt the woman would have guardians but just like with Satoshi, he would overcome them. He would overcome them the same way he over came everything, with force.