Apr 17, 2022 11:07:04 GMT -5
Post by Tundra on Apr 17, 2022 11:07:04 GMT -5
ENSLAVED *Easy*
You somehow have gotten captured by a slaving crew. They've slapped power dampening restraints on you, and have thrown you into a cage. You have to find a way to escape. Do you sneak out? Wait for the right moment to try and break free? Maybe there are other slaves and you stage a revolt! Either way, you must get free before you're sold to the highest bidder…
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 20% PL gains + 10% ƶ gains
(Natural Strength Trait: 15% Additional Gains while in First Form)
Tundra’s eyes slowly opened. He felt a massive headache come on as he woke up. Maybe something had hit him in the head? His vision was blurry, but it was starting to clear up. He rubbed his forehead as tried to figure out what was going on. It was then that he realized something else: His wrists felt heavier than usual, and it was as if his hands were bound together. Once his vision cleared up a bit more, he realized they were cuffs that went from his wrists all the way to the middle of his forearm. Was he a prisoner?
He put his intention to the room he was in. It was a little dark, the only light source from a small opening in the cage above him. It was a little difficult, but he was able to make out the prison cell door in front of him. He was being held captive? How? When did this happen? He had no idea, but this was infuriating. Who would dare reduce him to this? Did they have any idea who they were messing with? Tundra kicked the wall behind him, intending to break through it to free himself, but it was no use.
“What?” Tundra muttered to himself, surprised. The material wasn’t that strong, what was going on? He tried to power up, but he could feel his own ki being suppressed. He could hardly create an aura. What was going on here? Tundra took a moment to examine himself, trying to see if there was anything strange on his person. After a few moments, he was able to take a closer look at his restraints.
The words: “STATUS: POWER SUPPRESSED TO 1%” appeared on the screen that was built into his cuffs. ‘Great, my battle power is almost at the same level as a human civilian.’ He thought. These restraints were particularly advanced, but definitely Earth technology. At least he knew he was still on the planet. Still, that didn’t exactly narrow it down.
Tundra began thinking about his next move. If he was going to get out of here, he was going to have to be patient, and wait for his chance to strike. Right now, he just needed to get these cuffs off of him. At some point, someone had to open the door to feed him, right? Were there other prisoners aboard? Maybe he could use them as well…
Tundra tried to at least fly to the opening of his cell to get a better look, but he couldn’t even do that. ‘Ugh, being reduced to this, how annoying…’ He thought. Due to his height, he had no choice but to jump to see if he could at least get his eyes to see a glimpse of what was outside. First jump: Not high enough. Second jump: Almost, but not quite. Third jump… water? He was in the ocean? This had to be a ship.
‘Alright Tundra, patience is a virtue.’ He told himself, knowing that getting all emotional wasn’t going to accomplish anything. After around 2 hours, Tundra was sitting in the corner of his cell when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Soon, he heard what could only be the jingling of keys. After hearing a click, the door swung open, revealing a single guard.
“On your feet, freak. Boss wants the slaves on the front deck for some sunshine. It’s more than you deserve, so be grateful.”
Tundra wanted to say something arrogant and dickish about that slave comment, but he couldn’t afford to foil his opportunity. He had to stay focused. As he stood up, he began analyzing him. He was armed with a regular gun, strapped at his hip. The strap was connected to a utility belt with various compartments. He thought that there had to be a key to these cuffs in them. Tundra stood up, walking towards him before stumbling and falling to his knees.
“Ugh, my legs still feel like jelly from whatever knocked me out. I think I’m in desperate need of help.”
“Oh please, stop being dramatic. Get your ass up already!”
“Sir, please, I be- I am not lying…”
‘Yeah, I don’t need to act THAT well. The day I beg for help is the day I die.’ Tundra affirmed to himself.
The guard sighed and grunted as he put his keys away before he reluctantly made his way over to Tundra in order to get him onto his feet. As the guard bent down to give him some leverage, that’s when the Changeling made his move. He swiftly brought his arms upward, aligning the metal of his cuffs with the guard’s chin.
WHAM!
Tundra now stood over a guard who was knocked out cold.
“Gullible idiot.” The changeling commented before rummaging through the utility belt. He found a phone, a couple of cigarettes, ammo, a map of the ship…bingo. The keys! There were a few keys bound to a chain, this was going to take a little bit of trial and error.
After around 5 minutes, Tundra freed himself from his cuffs. His aura flared to life around him as he felt his power return to him.
‘Ah, much better. Now.. I need to find who’s in charge.”
Remembering the map from just moments ago, Tundra picked it off the guard’s body and stood in the light of his cell to be able to see the fine details. From where he was, the captain’s office was straight above him on the next floor. ‘Huh, well, that’s convenient.’
With a burst of energy, Tundra flew straight up. Punching through solid metal like it was paper, he found himself in the captain’s room facing a, now scared, captain. The man had a long black beard, stains on his white T-shirt, and a drinker’s stomach. “What the hell-“
“Oh please, save it. My patience is wearing thin, so let’s cut to the chase.” Tundra interrupted, holding his hand up to signal the captain to shut the hell up. “So, here’s the deal. You give me a bit of compensation for the trouble you’ve caused me, and I’ll be on my merry way. If not, I’ll sink the whole ship with everyone on it.”
The captain blinked a couple times and gave a confused look.
“So…you’re not here to free the slaves?”
Tundra rolled his eyes before closing them and pinching his nose, clearly annoyed.
“…What did I say.”
The captain, seemingly realizing that he should just comply, reached down to the drawer of the desk he was sitting at and opened it.
“Alright alright! Here.” He said, pulling out a box and handing it over.
Tundra opened the box to take a peek inside. It was a bunch of coins. Unfortunately, he had no way of telling if they were real or not since he was still new to the planet. He couldn’t let the Captain know that though, or else his ignorance might be taken as a sign of weakness. He was just going to have to take a leap of faith on this one.
“Alrighty. Now, hopefully, this’ll be the last time we see each other. Next time I won’t be so merciful.”
With that, he turned around and blasted the door down and went to walk out. It was then that he felt something metallic bounce off his back. Turning around, he found the captain pointing a smoking gun at him. He had a look of awe on his face. Tundra raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“Sorry.”
With that, Tundra took off. Something told him he wasn’t going to have to worry about him again.
WC: 1272
You somehow have gotten captured by a slaving crew. They've slapped power dampening restraints on you, and have thrown you into a cage. You have to find a way to escape. Do you sneak out? Wait for the right moment to try and break free? Maybe there are other slaves and you stage a revolt! Either way, you must get free before you're sold to the highest bidder…
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 20% PL gains + 10% ƶ gains
(Natural Strength Trait: 15% Additional Gains while in First Form)
Tundra’s eyes slowly opened. He felt a massive headache come on as he woke up. Maybe something had hit him in the head? His vision was blurry, but it was starting to clear up. He rubbed his forehead as tried to figure out what was going on. It was then that he realized something else: His wrists felt heavier than usual, and it was as if his hands were bound together. Once his vision cleared up a bit more, he realized they were cuffs that went from his wrists all the way to the middle of his forearm. Was he a prisoner?
He put his intention to the room he was in. It was a little dark, the only light source from a small opening in the cage above him. It was a little difficult, but he was able to make out the prison cell door in front of him. He was being held captive? How? When did this happen? He had no idea, but this was infuriating. Who would dare reduce him to this? Did they have any idea who they were messing with? Tundra kicked the wall behind him, intending to break through it to free himself, but it was no use.
“What?” Tundra muttered to himself, surprised. The material wasn’t that strong, what was going on? He tried to power up, but he could feel his own ki being suppressed. He could hardly create an aura. What was going on here? Tundra took a moment to examine himself, trying to see if there was anything strange on his person. After a few moments, he was able to take a closer look at his restraints.
The words: “STATUS: POWER SUPPRESSED TO 1%” appeared on the screen that was built into his cuffs. ‘Great, my battle power is almost at the same level as a human civilian.’ He thought. These restraints were particularly advanced, but definitely Earth technology. At least he knew he was still on the planet. Still, that didn’t exactly narrow it down.
Tundra began thinking about his next move. If he was going to get out of here, he was going to have to be patient, and wait for his chance to strike. Right now, he just needed to get these cuffs off of him. At some point, someone had to open the door to feed him, right? Were there other prisoners aboard? Maybe he could use them as well…
Tundra tried to at least fly to the opening of his cell to get a better look, but he couldn’t even do that. ‘Ugh, being reduced to this, how annoying…’ He thought. Due to his height, he had no choice but to jump to see if he could at least get his eyes to see a glimpse of what was outside. First jump: Not high enough. Second jump: Almost, but not quite. Third jump… water? He was in the ocean? This had to be a ship.
‘Alright Tundra, patience is a virtue.’ He told himself, knowing that getting all emotional wasn’t going to accomplish anything. After around 2 hours, Tundra was sitting in the corner of his cell when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Soon, he heard what could only be the jingling of keys. After hearing a click, the door swung open, revealing a single guard.
“On your feet, freak. Boss wants the slaves on the front deck for some sunshine. It’s more than you deserve, so be grateful.”
Tundra wanted to say something arrogant and dickish about that slave comment, but he couldn’t afford to foil his opportunity. He had to stay focused. As he stood up, he began analyzing him. He was armed with a regular gun, strapped at his hip. The strap was connected to a utility belt with various compartments. He thought that there had to be a key to these cuffs in them. Tundra stood up, walking towards him before stumbling and falling to his knees.
“Ugh, my legs still feel like jelly from whatever knocked me out. I think I’m in desperate need of help.”
“Oh please, stop being dramatic. Get your ass up already!”
“Sir, please, I be- I am not lying…”
‘Yeah, I don’t need to act THAT well. The day I beg for help is the day I die.’ Tundra affirmed to himself.
The guard sighed and grunted as he put his keys away before he reluctantly made his way over to Tundra in order to get him onto his feet. As the guard bent down to give him some leverage, that’s when the Changeling made his move. He swiftly brought his arms upward, aligning the metal of his cuffs with the guard’s chin.
WHAM!
Tundra now stood over a guard who was knocked out cold.
“Gullible idiot.” The changeling commented before rummaging through the utility belt. He found a phone, a couple of cigarettes, ammo, a map of the ship…bingo. The keys! There were a few keys bound to a chain, this was going to take a little bit of trial and error.
After around 5 minutes, Tundra freed himself from his cuffs. His aura flared to life around him as he felt his power return to him.
‘Ah, much better. Now.. I need to find who’s in charge.”
Remembering the map from just moments ago, Tundra picked it off the guard’s body and stood in the light of his cell to be able to see the fine details. From where he was, the captain’s office was straight above him on the next floor. ‘Huh, well, that’s convenient.’
With a burst of energy, Tundra flew straight up. Punching through solid metal like it was paper, he found himself in the captain’s room facing a, now scared, captain. The man had a long black beard, stains on his white T-shirt, and a drinker’s stomach. “What the hell-“
“Oh please, save it. My patience is wearing thin, so let’s cut to the chase.” Tundra interrupted, holding his hand up to signal the captain to shut the hell up. “So, here’s the deal. You give me a bit of compensation for the trouble you’ve caused me, and I’ll be on my merry way. If not, I’ll sink the whole ship with everyone on it.”
The captain blinked a couple times and gave a confused look.
“So…you’re not here to free the slaves?”
Tundra rolled his eyes before closing them and pinching his nose, clearly annoyed.
“…What did I say.”
The captain, seemingly realizing that he should just comply, reached down to the drawer of the desk he was sitting at and opened it.
“Alright alright! Here.” He said, pulling out a box and handing it over.
Tundra opened the box to take a peek inside. It was a bunch of coins. Unfortunately, he had no way of telling if they were real or not since he was still new to the planet. He couldn’t let the Captain know that though, or else his ignorance might be taken as a sign of weakness. He was just going to have to take a leap of faith on this one.
“Alrighty. Now, hopefully, this’ll be the last time we see each other. Next time I won’t be so merciful.”
With that, he turned around and blasted the door down and went to walk out. It was then that he felt something metallic bounce off his back. Turning around, he found the captain pointing a smoking gun at him. He had a look of awe on his face. Tundra raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“Sorry.”
With that, Tundra took off. Something told him he wasn’t going to have to worry about him again.
WC: 1272
