Nov 12, 2023 20:24:57 GMT -5
Post by ABAS on Nov 12, 2023 20:24:57 GMT -5
Training [ST1]Ki Suppression
Heavy Weights Active!
Training Dummy Active!
One Pre-Workout used
“RAAAAAAAAAH!”
A massive explosion rocked a secluded mountain range, blowing several of the white-capped peaks clean off their bases and causing massive rockslides on the few that survived. As the smoke and dust cleared, a heavily injured ABAS floated in mid-air with his aura blazing. The bio-android panted and wheezed, spitting a bit of purple blood into the air below. He grimaced, raising his hand to eye level and clenching it hard, watching the burns and cuts fade away.
ABAS had grown immensely stronger in the past few weeks. His repeated attempts on Liari’s life, combined with the marathon slug-fest that was his assault on the terrorists’ arctic base, had granted him immense power. He hadn’t had a reason to remove his weights for a bit, but he was sure that when he did, he would probably be almost multiple times stronger than his previous limit!
Of course, motive wasn’t the only reason ABAS hadn’t removed his weights. While he had trained hard to improve his ki control, and was now even capable of self-propelled flight using his energy, his power growth had VASTLY outpaced his control. It had gotten to be so bad that Nine politely asked him to train elsewhere for the time being, at least until they managed to build something capable of withstanding his might.
With a snarl. ABAS returned to his training, driving himself even harder if that was possible. Strength exercises to increase his raw power. Shadowboxing against a simulated version of Athren to hone his fighting technique. He trained for hours, working on every aspect of himself he could think of with every possible way of doing so until he lay on the ground, utterly exhausted.
This course of action is pointless. I can hone my body as much as I want, but without a way to properly regulate my output of ki there will always be a ceiling to what I can do. There must be something I am missing with this training. If even the least of species can do this, I, as the culmination of their genes, should be able to easily master it! ABAS thought, crossing his arms. Of course, the real problem was that ABAS lacked a serious opponent to hone himself against. Firing ki blasts at the empty air was all well and good, but without an actual opponent to push him forward, it was highly likely that he would remain stuck. To make it clear, ABAS put no faith in the standard notions of “exceeding limits” or “going even further beyond”. After all, what that meant most of the time was that the warrior was just plain bad at estimating their own potential. But the evidence showed that it worked, and in the end that was all that really mattered.
I might as well try again, I think my body can take it if I fuel my regeneration hard with enough ki. ABAS thought, lowering himself into a crouch and focusing his mind.
Yellow-green energy EXPLODED outwards from his flesh, cloaking him in a shimmering aura that shone with an inner light of its own. The ground, the mountains, even the very air around ABAS began to tremble and shake like a frightened child. At the center of it all, ABAS stood with a clenched beak, trying his best to keep the pressure within leashed. The overwhelming energy did not want to be controlled, it desired release and an explosive one at that!. ABAS couldn’t allow that to happen: if fully unleashed his energy would probably incinerate everything within a hundred miles!
Instead, ABAS focused harder than he ever had in his life, taking an iron-grip. Instantly, four gigantic ki orbs snapped into existence around him. However, unlike when they were previously used, the orbs were not pristine and perfectly still. They wavered on their axis, pillars arising and falling from their surface. One even began to break away from the back, nearly escaping the limits of ABAS’s control!
“EVOLVED BIO-BOMBER!” ABAS roared, slamming his hands together before him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the orbs combined into one, forming a titanic united attack before shooting off towards a distant mountainside. The resulting explosion was massive, taking a huge chunk out of the rock as if by a giant mouth. ABAS breathed deeply, as if oxygen would replace the huge amount of ki he had expended in that attack. It hadn’t been perfect, but it was a strong step in the right direction!
“ALRIGHT. WHO IS THE ASSHOLE I’M GONNA KILL TODAY!” A voice called out behind him, artificially enhanced to the point that it almost made his ears bleed. ABAS whipped around, spotting a figure slowly rising from a concealed recess in the endless rock. It was a Sayian warrior, with a PTO insignia emblazoned across the front of his armor. The man sneered, taking a fighting stance.
“Are you one of the ones sent to kill me? I’m telling you, they keep sending you mooks to die, and you keep on coming! It’s like having food delivered, but even better! Either way, you aren’t taking me alive, USD scum!”
In a burst of speed, the Sayian appeared in front of ABAS, landing a brutal kick to the back of the bio-android’s spine that sent him flying into a nearby rock formation! He didn’t stop there either, launching a bright red energy beam that incinerated the remaining rubble!
ABAS rose from the ashes, slightly singed but no worse for wear. His right eye glowed a soft crimson, before it faded and he nodded his head. “Rafar Zaitli. Wanted on 1252 counts of assault, 125 murders, and enumerable counts of disturbing the peace. The USD has a maximum-priority termination order on you for betraying them to serve as the PTO’s dog. Then again, I don’t even know if it’s accurate to call you a dog at this point. Considering the way they kicked you to the curb.” He stated simply, his left hand writhing grotesquely before forming into a giant chitin blade.
“Yeah yeah, get all of the justice shit out of the way now. At least the android ones don’t bug me with this shit. It’s like I have to whip out a dictionary every time one of you comes and preaches at me.” The Sayian scoffed, generating another ki blast in his hand.
ABAS simply shook his head. “Justice or lack of it doesn’t matter. You must die. That is all there is.” With that, ABAS blurred forward at a speed that made the Saiyan gulp, appearing behind the man and swinging his blade at his neck. Unfortunately, ABAS had overestimated his control once again, and the blade, suddenly without ki-reinforcement, merely clanged off the Sayian’s up-raised fist!
The pair shot through the air, trading blows and counterblows at lightning speeds! Normally, the Sayian wouldn’t have been a problem for the bio-android. While his speed and strength were impressive by normal standards, ABAS had grown so much recently that he should be beyond this man without even putting a lot of effort in.
That was, if his energy wasn’t also fighting against him.
Every time ABAS threw a punch, his ki either exceeded the amount he wanted, utterly wasting energy, or entirely left him, causing his punch to be almost ineffectual against the experienced Sayian. On one occasion, the imbalance was so bad that his arm was completely blown off!
“Are you even a warrior? What kind of fighter throws around their energy that sloppily! Who the hell do you think you are trying to fight me!”
Capitalizing on this opening, Rafar laid into ABAS with a brutal combination of punches and kicks! ABAS desperately parried with his remaining arm, but Rafar just attacked faster and faster. The Sayian’s eyes were practically burning with battle-madness, and he laughed and giggled even as he continued to fight. ABAS had heard about Sayian battle-craze before, but this was his first time personally experiencing it. He could feel the Sayian cells within him rise up in glee at this fight, but he harshly suppressed them. The absolute last thing he needed right now was for raw emotion to throw off his calculations.
Regardless, the situation was rapidly deteriorating. With a roar of anger, Rafar brought his hands down in a double-axe handle on ABAS’s remaining arm. There was a loud crunch as the bone snapped clean through. He desperately flew backward to attempt to get a chance to heal, but Rafar pursued him viciously. “Look at you now! How are you gonna wipe your ass like that! Better to die!”
ABAS’s vision began to grow hazy as punch after punch smashed into his body. He knew on an academic level what was happening of course. The force of Rafar’s blows was rattling his brain inside his skull, causing a concussion as the tissue was damaged. But knowing that, and experiencing that, were entirely different things. He could feel his brain start to cut itself off from the outside world in an attempt to protect him, turning his gaze inward.
As he floated in that quiet space between life and death, he was aware in a way he never thought possible. He could feel every cell, every atom of his body as they grew and split according to biological need. He could feel the various cellular messengers and compounds floating in his blood, as well as the nano-bombs clustered in specific key points of his bloodstream. And most of all, he could feel his energy, burning so bright yet just out of reach.
But….it wasn’t out of reach. It was HIS energy. At that moment, ABAS realized his greatest mistake. As he grew more powerful, and his energy grew more unmanageable, he had begun thinking of it as some separate thing. A hostile entity, and one that he had to beat down and brutalize until it obeyed him. But his ki WASN’T something separate. It was him, produced from HIS body, HIS spirit, and it would listen to HIS commands. While he couldn’t manipulate it in complex ways like some of Earth’s greatest powerhouses, that didn’t mean basic management was beyond him! Instead of continuing to fight it, ABAS simply let go, relaxing fully for the first time in weeks. He allowed his energy to flood every inch of his body, allowing it to flow freely and unrestrained.
With a scream of catharsis, ABAS powered up, blowing Rafar far into the distance just as he was about to land the finishing blow. His body healed near instantaneously, and he sprouted two new arms with sprays of blood and flesh. As quickly as it began however, ABAS’s power dropped once more, finally stopping at a power level reading of 50,000.
ABAS looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. “While I am not in serious combat, this level should be good. It should allow me to fight without worrying about causing too much collateral damage.” He said, glancing over as Rafar burst out from the rubble of a collapsed rock spire. He sneered. “Suppressing your power? Against the guy who was beating your ass? And the USD called me arrogant.” He said, charging up an energy sphere. ABAS flipped a hand dismissively. “It is not arrogance. Arrogance is nothing but misplaced confidence. Mine is confidence based on data and verifiable results. After all."
"You aren’t a threat to me anymore.”
A massive green energy wave burst from ABAS’s outstretched palm, carving a massive trough across the landscape. The Saiyan's energy attack had about as much success stopping the casual blast as a ant did a landlide, and Rafar was completely vaporized without skipping a beat. He didn’t even bother to look at the ashes now drifting through the air, instead forming a ki-aura around himself and flying off back towards the Blacksite. After all, there was always more training to be done.
Heavy Weights Active!
Training Dummy Active!
One Pre-Workout used
“RAAAAAAAAAH!”
A massive explosion rocked a secluded mountain range, blowing several of the white-capped peaks clean off their bases and causing massive rockslides on the few that survived. As the smoke and dust cleared, a heavily injured ABAS floated in mid-air with his aura blazing. The bio-android panted and wheezed, spitting a bit of purple blood into the air below. He grimaced, raising his hand to eye level and clenching it hard, watching the burns and cuts fade away.
ABAS had grown immensely stronger in the past few weeks. His repeated attempts on Liari’s life, combined with the marathon slug-fest that was his assault on the terrorists’ arctic base, had granted him immense power. He hadn’t had a reason to remove his weights for a bit, but he was sure that when he did, he would probably be almost multiple times stronger than his previous limit!
Of course, motive wasn’t the only reason ABAS hadn’t removed his weights. While he had trained hard to improve his ki control, and was now even capable of self-propelled flight using his energy, his power growth had VASTLY outpaced his control. It had gotten to be so bad that Nine politely asked him to train elsewhere for the time being, at least until they managed to build something capable of withstanding his might.
With a snarl. ABAS returned to his training, driving himself even harder if that was possible. Strength exercises to increase his raw power. Shadowboxing against a simulated version of Athren to hone his fighting technique. He trained for hours, working on every aspect of himself he could think of with every possible way of doing so until he lay on the ground, utterly exhausted.
This course of action is pointless. I can hone my body as much as I want, but without a way to properly regulate my output of ki there will always be a ceiling to what I can do. There must be something I am missing with this training. If even the least of species can do this, I, as the culmination of their genes, should be able to easily master it! ABAS thought, crossing his arms. Of course, the real problem was that ABAS lacked a serious opponent to hone himself against. Firing ki blasts at the empty air was all well and good, but without an actual opponent to push him forward, it was highly likely that he would remain stuck. To make it clear, ABAS put no faith in the standard notions of “exceeding limits” or “going even further beyond”. After all, what that meant most of the time was that the warrior was just plain bad at estimating their own potential. But the evidence showed that it worked, and in the end that was all that really mattered.
I might as well try again, I think my body can take it if I fuel my regeneration hard with enough ki. ABAS thought, lowering himself into a crouch and focusing his mind.
Yellow-green energy EXPLODED outwards from his flesh, cloaking him in a shimmering aura that shone with an inner light of its own. The ground, the mountains, even the very air around ABAS began to tremble and shake like a frightened child. At the center of it all, ABAS stood with a clenched beak, trying his best to keep the pressure within leashed. The overwhelming energy did not want to be controlled, it desired release and an explosive one at that!. ABAS couldn’t allow that to happen: if fully unleashed his energy would probably incinerate everything within a hundred miles!
Instead, ABAS focused harder than he ever had in his life, taking an iron-grip. Instantly, four gigantic ki orbs snapped into existence around him. However, unlike when they were previously used, the orbs were not pristine and perfectly still. They wavered on their axis, pillars arising and falling from their surface. One even began to break away from the back, nearly escaping the limits of ABAS’s control!
“EVOLVED BIO-BOMBER!” ABAS roared, slamming his hands together before him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the orbs combined into one, forming a titanic united attack before shooting off towards a distant mountainside. The resulting explosion was massive, taking a huge chunk out of the rock as if by a giant mouth. ABAS breathed deeply, as if oxygen would replace the huge amount of ki he had expended in that attack. It hadn’t been perfect, but it was a strong step in the right direction!
“ALRIGHT. WHO IS THE ASSHOLE I’M GONNA KILL TODAY!” A voice called out behind him, artificially enhanced to the point that it almost made his ears bleed. ABAS whipped around, spotting a figure slowly rising from a concealed recess in the endless rock. It was a Sayian warrior, with a PTO insignia emblazoned across the front of his armor. The man sneered, taking a fighting stance.
“Are you one of the ones sent to kill me? I’m telling you, they keep sending you mooks to die, and you keep on coming! It’s like having food delivered, but even better! Either way, you aren’t taking me alive, USD scum!”
In a burst of speed, the Sayian appeared in front of ABAS, landing a brutal kick to the back of the bio-android’s spine that sent him flying into a nearby rock formation! He didn’t stop there either, launching a bright red energy beam that incinerated the remaining rubble!
ABAS rose from the ashes, slightly singed but no worse for wear. His right eye glowed a soft crimson, before it faded and he nodded his head. “Rafar Zaitli. Wanted on 1252 counts of assault, 125 murders, and enumerable counts of disturbing the peace. The USD has a maximum-priority termination order on you for betraying them to serve as the PTO’s dog. Then again, I don’t even know if it’s accurate to call you a dog at this point. Considering the way they kicked you to the curb.” He stated simply, his left hand writhing grotesquely before forming into a giant chitin blade.
“Yeah yeah, get all of the justice shit out of the way now. At least the android ones don’t bug me with this shit. It’s like I have to whip out a dictionary every time one of you comes and preaches at me.” The Sayian scoffed, generating another ki blast in his hand.
ABAS simply shook his head. “Justice or lack of it doesn’t matter. You must die. That is all there is.” With that, ABAS blurred forward at a speed that made the Saiyan gulp, appearing behind the man and swinging his blade at his neck. Unfortunately, ABAS had overestimated his control once again, and the blade, suddenly without ki-reinforcement, merely clanged off the Sayian’s up-raised fist!
The pair shot through the air, trading blows and counterblows at lightning speeds! Normally, the Sayian wouldn’t have been a problem for the bio-android. While his speed and strength were impressive by normal standards, ABAS had grown so much recently that he should be beyond this man without even putting a lot of effort in.
That was, if his energy wasn’t also fighting against him.
Every time ABAS threw a punch, his ki either exceeded the amount he wanted, utterly wasting energy, or entirely left him, causing his punch to be almost ineffectual against the experienced Sayian. On one occasion, the imbalance was so bad that his arm was completely blown off!
“Are you even a warrior? What kind of fighter throws around their energy that sloppily! Who the hell do you think you are trying to fight me!”
Capitalizing on this opening, Rafar laid into ABAS with a brutal combination of punches and kicks! ABAS desperately parried with his remaining arm, but Rafar just attacked faster and faster. The Sayian’s eyes were practically burning with battle-madness, and he laughed and giggled even as he continued to fight. ABAS had heard about Sayian battle-craze before, but this was his first time personally experiencing it. He could feel the Sayian cells within him rise up in glee at this fight, but he harshly suppressed them. The absolute last thing he needed right now was for raw emotion to throw off his calculations.
Regardless, the situation was rapidly deteriorating. With a roar of anger, Rafar brought his hands down in a double-axe handle on ABAS’s remaining arm. There was a loud crunch as the bone snapped clean through. He desperately flew backward to attempt to get a chance to heal, but Rafar pursued him viciously. “Look at you now! How are you gonna wipe your ass like that! Better to die!”
ABAS’s vision began to grow hazy as punch after punch smashed into his body. He knew on an academic level what was happening of course. The force of Rafar’s blows was rattling his brain inside his skull, causing a concussion as the tissue was damaged. But knowing that, and experiencing that, were entirely different things. He could feel his brain start to cut itself off from the outside world in an attempt to protect him, turning his gaze inward.
As he floated in that quiet space between life and death, he was aware in a way he never thought possible. He could feel every cell, every atom of his body as they grew and split according to biological need. He could feel the various cellular messengers and compounds floating in his blood, as well as the nano-bombs clustered in specific key points of his bloodstream. And most of all, he could feel his energy, burning so bright yet just out of reach.
But….it wasn’t out of reach. It was HIS energy. At that moment, ABAS realized his greatest mistake. As he grew more powerful, and his energy grew more unmanageable, he had begun thinking of it as some separate thing. A hostile entity, and one that he had to beat down and brutalize until it obeyed him. But his ki WASN’T something separate. It was him, produced from HIS body, HIS spirit, and it would listen to HIS commands. While he couldn’t manipulate it in complex ways like some of Earth’s greatest powerhouses, that didn’t mean basic management was beyond him! Instead of continuing to fight it, ABAS simply let go, relaxing fully for the first time in weeks. He allowed his energy to flood every inch of his body, allowing it to flow freely and unrestrained.
With a scream of catharsis, ABAS powered up, blowing Rafar far into the distance just as he was about to land the finishing blow. His body healed near instantaneously, and he sprouted two new arms with sprays of blood and flesh. As quickly as it began however, ABAS’s power dropped once more, finally stopping at a power level reading of 50,000.
ABAS looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. “While I am not in serious combat, this level should be good. It should allow me to fight without worrying about causing too much collateral damage.” He said, glancing over as Rafar burst out from the rubble of a collapsed rock spire. He sneered. “Suppressing your power? Against the guy who was beating your ass? And the USD called me arrogant.” He said, charging up an energy sphere. ABAS flipped a hand dismissively. “It is not arrogance. Arrogance is nothing but misplaced confidence. Mine is confidence based on data and verifiable results. After all."
"You aren’t a threat to me anymore.”
A massive green energy wave burst from ABAS’s outstretched palm, carving a massive trough across the landscape. The Saiyan's energy attack had about as much success stopping the casual blast as a ant did a landlide, and Rafar was completely vaporized without skipping a beat. He didn’t even bother to look at the ashes now drifting through the air, instead forming a ki-aura around himself and flying off back towards the Blacksite. After all, there was always more training to be done.
