Travelling through the world, Plasma was carrying his beloved training dummy with him above his shoulder as it was the most appropriate training partner he could find during these troubling times of supposed invasions occurring alongside giant monkeys somewhere. It was currently Plasma’s plan to find somewhere else adequate to practice his technique even further and possibly develop newer ones with ease and haste. There was a foul sensation running through his chest once more as he pondered on the events of the world and how much was genuinely at play – especially after Plasma had managed to sneak inside of a building sometime earlier to watch some television to get an appropriate update as to the events of the world right now. It was sickening, troubling and irritating that these calamities were striking everywhere and within the cities, which only endangered those innocent and undeserving of such horrendous experiences. Sighing to himself, Plasma stopped in his tracks and glanced around in search of what could be another suitable spot which wasn’t met with a lot of fortunate luck as the fellow simply found nothing but quality wildlife and forests at this part of the world. Sitting down on the earth and planting his training dummy before him, Plasma looked at his inanimate companion and sighed to himself as he pondered what his position inside of the world was truly. He was not capable of transforming nor ascending to a new form on his own without taking someone’s else life – something that deeply troubled him and his flawed designed in that aspect. Shaking his head, Plasma’s expression hardened into a scowl as he stood up – and whilst he was not capable of multiplying his battle strength on his own, he was going to compensate this by training hard and continuously whilst arising to newer heights never seen before. It was the only option for the fellow, and Plasma’s endurance was going to be the deciding factor as it was only amplified by his natural potential that would skyrocket his strength to heights unrivalled. Feeling the weight upon his body as his super heavy body-armour was amplified by the added material, Plasma proceeded to power up to his utmost peak as he let out a fiendish roar across the field that blew his training dummy back. There were a set of goals for Plasma now, and these goals included increasing his base power level to insane heights, obtain newer techniques that’d compensate for his innate weakness or rather lack of transformation and discover new mentors and masters that would increase his power quicker than he could ever think of. Plasma’s strength would be the one to frighten others one day, scare them off from messing with those incapables of defending themselves, that was what Plasma was going to do! Fear he, who would be a menace of strength with the potential to evolve if permitted. Clenching his fist, Plasma promptly decided that this area would be adequate for training after all.



Unleashing his bionic blades before him, Plasma focused upon the dummy before him and rested his blade upon its shoulder – feeling out the trajectory he would have to strike to pinpoint a hypothetical strike. He’d do this once more with his other arm, before picking up the pace and slashing his arm in the direction of it – and again, and again till he felt utterly comfortable using his blades. Whilst it was just the beginning, it was the beginning of training his muscles to memorize these actions and strikes without extra thought process before it. His session continued against the dummy as the pace picked up at great speeds – soon including kicks and thrusts, unleashing a complete assault against the training dummy before him – yet what Plasma needed was something more, something more lethal if he was required to do this and reach another level. Plasma had to develop a technique that took advantage of his biological weapons – and would enhance their lethalness! It was certain, and Plasma knew he required a technique if push came to shove, a technique that was both energy and strength that would tear and cut through flesh to disable opponents far too dangerous to let freely walk as they could cause immense destruction without watch. Stopping his training session for a moment, Plasma closed his eyes and focused his mind to flow his chi throughout his body to get a feel for it once more – a feel that was to be manipulated manually and directed into a sharp yet thin point. It was to be natural to be him, a natural element that would be applied to his attacks, a dangerous element to apply against combatant but a last pitch effort to permanently disable them. Plasma oddly enough didn’t believe that other races had the same capabilities as he – in regard to regeneration, and this would be the advantage Plasma would apply onto others. It was a necessary act, but a desperate one – but for now, Plasma had to concentrate on the weaponized chi. Funnelling his aura towards his arm, Plasma felt the power course through him but without form and without an exit. Furrowing his ‘eyebrows’ Plasma began to picture the tool within his head, the weapon of peace that he was to use against foul creatures in his base form. Clenching both of his fist in frustration at the thought of remaining base, Plasma felt emotions course through his body and mind – indirectly shaping the volatile blade that he was going to claim as his weapon for the future – a tool to cause mayhem and fear amongst those of evil. Plasma felt his energy pour outwards from his arm, covering his left fist in a thin but delicate blade of energy – shocked at first, Plasma stumbled towards the dummy and applied the blade and bionic blade together in a consecutive fashion to slash and dice against his practice dummy. Its frame was cut due to the innate nature of the blade – but this was powerful, and whilst he had not severed its entire body, this was the path forward.







Opening his eyes, Plasma’s emotions dwindled for the time being as he witnessed the strong blade of purple energy cackling across his entire arm – engulfing his bionic blade as well with immense strength. Whilst this was just the first step in adapting it into his very cells, Plasma was excited that he had come to discover and create this through manipulating his energy and passion into one thing. Grinning to himself, Plasma lowered his arm and simply examined his chi blade with glee sparkling in his red eyes – simply ecstatic to witness this, Plasma opened his palm and applied more force into the blade, visibly increasing the size of it and then lowering it as he funnelled less power into it. Smiling to himself, Plasma began posing dramatically whilst the blade was active and spitting power everywhere – it even began making lightsabre noises as Plasma swung it around!

That was just Plasma mimicking noises through his mouth, but it felt the same as he began thrusting the blade forward at the dummy – piercing through it and slashing – similar to that of a kid who had just found an awesome stick for slapping things and imagining it was a sword. Whilst this could prove dangerous for anyone in the future, Plasma knew that with a tempered mind, alignment and pure soul – he could use this when appropriate and when sufficiently excusable. Although, he knew as well that by adapting this blade into his figure – Plasma could decide whenever it was meant to cut or harm his opponents through the sheer skill of his energy manipulation. Grinning to himself, Plasma poured more power into it.





Now, Plasma had to concentrate his power into the blade to keep it consistent for extended periods of time, something he thought would be easy at first – but it was already draining his reserves as it was. Plasma gritted his teeth and disabled his energy blade of death – and lowered himself to the ground before sitting flat on his butt. Closing his eyes, Plasma would focus on training his energy manipulation to become increasingly efficient at manipulating and harnessing his reserves before expanding upon them. Calming himself down to reach a state of peace within his mind, Plasma recollected every instance of training he had underwent with Callion since they met at the city that Plasma had attempted to steal a fridge from. At peace, Plasma’s grinned at the recollection, but shifted the memories forward till he was at the point of training with Callion in the middle of nowhere. It had been a hard and troubling exercise as Plasma was pushed beyond his limits as an android, but he never tired out due to his genetic background, but now he had to pull upon resources that were not physical, but spiritual. These were outside of the realm that Plasma could swiftly regenerate, as his stamina was nigh infinite, but his energy was not. Flowing and coursing his chi throughout every cell in his body, Plasma slowly began to levitate above ground as the power coursed through him – becoming more proficient with every hour passing. It was his zone, and Plasma’s training enabled him to now actively control his chi with efficiency. Harnessing the continuous flow of power through his body, Plasma channelled it towards his palm, creating small blades upon each finger on his right hand, a miniature version of his blade technique. Pleased with this progress, Plasma then moulded every miniature blade together to form a larger one – a powerful one, a blade that was cackling with extreme power and composure. It still felt foreign to the alien, but he felt he was getting there – closer with every step of training he underwent. At the end of this, he was going to thank Callion for showing him the ropes and basics of how to do it proficiently and consciously, but now he had to claim this technique – improve upon it, and it started out as he began slashing at the dummy before him – using it as a tool to compare the strength of his current blade with how it was beforehand. There was genuine progress, and every slash and cut went deeper than the previous one, but there was still more to be done – more to make his own, and more to incorporate into his fighting style! It was thrilling for Plasma, but the burden of such a technique still weighed on his mind due to the innate potential of it – for if he sought to use this at the wrong time, he could easily decapitate or seriously harm someone good or bad at the wrong time. It was a moral issue he had to work with, but Plasma was confident in his abilities to work it out.





Plasma had taken a small break following the excessive training against the dummy, including manipulation and training of his reserves to reach a functioning medium to channel his newfound technique. Satisfied for now, Plasma rested on the ground and pictured numerous instances and implementations of himself using this technique in battle – figuring out how it would be optimal, and whenever something would be appropriate to use it with. There would be bloodshed, and Plasma’s style would be centred around it using these tools that were given to him by his creator – weapon and chi blades. It was the path forward, and Plasma opened his eyes and stood up, approaching the dummy before him, he activated it once more and got into a combative stance and engaged in mortal kombat with his assailant. This time however, Plasma was continuously using his ravenous blade to slice and dice everything the dummy threw at him – intercepting strikes by cutting off its regenerative limbs and blocking with his blades as best as he could. Plasma was in his zone, and Plasma was loving it with each bang and clash the two did against each other. Flying upwards, the fighting continued as Plasma’s blade gave him an impeccable edge against the opponent – and an edge he so direly needed to make it out of this. Plasma’s victory was soon and possibly ensured against his dummy friend as the dummy soon gave ground to Plasma’s aggressive fighting style – becoming entirely overwhelmed as the fighting continued. However, Plasma wasn’t done just yet as he empowered his strike further and greatly increased its size to twice of that before. Now – it was similar to that of a powerful lance and he could safely keep the dummy at bay whilst attacking it. It was indeed draining upon his reserves, but his conservative methods from beforehand ensured he could keep going and appropriately adjust himself to the powerful drain of his technique. There would soon be a little mix-up however, as Plasma grinned to himself and deactivated his Death Blade! It caught the dummy off guard as it was promptly impaled by Plasma’s blade and cut into as it sought to simply dodge beforehand, but now it had to calculate its movements accordingly to Plasma’s new size and fighting style. It’d be a victorious fight, but Plasma was happy he had come so far with his training buddy, and even more now that he had not been forced to destroy the field around them due to the destructive capabilities of chi. Satisfied, Plasma sought to finish this spar between them in one fell swoop as he lunged forward and activated his death blade once more – pouring every bit of energy he had available inside of him into the attack, successfully disabling the dummy for now as he reached forward to turn it off. Clicking the button, the two of them would fall out of the sky and land with a loud crash against the ground beneath. Plasma was exhausted, hungry, but mostly exhausted and there were plenty of bugs around to feast on.



Plasma was genuinely happy and at peace, but now with this under his belt – he had to appropriately fixate on what the next task was. It being figuring out where the next instance of battle would take place now that Plasma had become aware that some ruffians were causing trouble in different cities. Although, before napping in the middle of nowhere, Plasma crawled towards his training dummy and lofted him up onto his shoulder. There had to be a comfortable spot somewhere close where he could hide his dummy and himself whilst the two of them regained their energy – or specifically Plasma as he was the only one drained from this powerful interaction.



Sighing to himself, Plasma was fortunate enough to find a little cave underneath a massive boulder where he could stuff his dummy for now, and this would also be the place where Plasma would rest for a few briefs hours. Resting aside to his dummy, Plasma closed his eyes and proceeded to think about all the combative experiences he has had so far, and the fun times he had with his friends. What truly remained on his mind however, was how Callion was doing – and Liari. Those two were the odd ones out of the bunch, and Plasma knew them to a degree – but he hadn’t sensed them just yet, and worry arouse within his little body. Shaking his head, Plasma had a hopeful imagination that the two would be capable of handling whatever threat was hurled their way, and hopefully neither of them died. If they died however, Plasma wasn’t sure on how to handle the situation. Would he become a vengeful being or seek out to temper and offer humility to those that thought themselves worthy enough to take the lives of others? It remained on Plasma’s mind and kept him up for a few long minutes as he looked upwards into the sky. Whatever the outcome was, Plasma had a bad feeling about it – and a feeling that there would soon be turbulence if those people Callion warned him about were those responsible for such evil deeds. Shaking his head, Plasma slapped himself before closing his eyes for good. He was in dire need of sleeping, and with a flick of his wrist, Plasma bonked himself on the head to turn the internal lights off and promptly sleep – just to dream about the training sessions he had with his mentor.