taking earth by storm [open]

[Nappa]

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[atrb=style, background: transparent; padding 0px; cell spacing: 4px; opacity: 0.9] SAIYAN PRIDE KNOWS NO BOUNDS ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ arms crossed as he sat in his saiyan pod nappa kept his eyes closed. tapping his foot somewhat he began thinking of what awaited them on earth. frieza was there yes, working for some doctor named hypno, but what else? did it even matter? of course it did. vegeta, himself, and raditz were all three after the legendary dragon balls in hopes of getting the wish of immortality so they might defeat frieza and avenge their entire race. but, then the idea came into nappa's mind, shouldn't they wish for their people to be brought back to live, to be given a second chance at existance? why hadn't they thought of that before? deciding to bring this up with vegeta nappa merely continued to tap his foot and keep his arms folded as his pod, just several meters from vegeta's, continued to pierce space at amazing speeds. though nappa would open one eye to take in the sights of the various planets along the way to earth. how could the most populated planet in the system be one of the smaller ones? odd.

[Lucas D. Hargrave]

One year ago, the world had ended.

Or so it was claimed. As the world was clearly still around, Lucas was pretty sure that that was an exaggeration. Hyperbole. Some useless figure of speech or another. However, it was certainly true to say the world was a very different place than it had been, previously. One year ago, West City had stood, tall and proud, gleaming ivory towers and architecture a marvel of the modern world. Today, the place he called home, was little more than a crater populated by random little shacks where people kept their heads down as the war-

What war? They had already lost.

-raged on in the rest of the known universe. People fought and lost. To a great many people this was a time of unparalleled rage and sorrow. A time to weigh the risks of picking up arms and consider the possibility of extinction or hiding and living to see another day.

But for one little Lucas D. Hargrave this was an opportunity like no other. During war, the only respectable occupation was murder and given his particular mental sensitivities... he intended to make the most of it.

[Nappa]

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[atrb=style, background: transparent; padding 0px; cell spacing: 4px; opacity: 0.9] SAIYAN PRIDE KNOWS NO BOUNDS ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ as some would be surprised, obviously nappa not being one of them, within the pod no shaking nor shock would be felt as his saiyan pod smashed into earth. creating a large crater as steam slowly waved from it's outer shell and into the air, fading away. waking up from a short nap nappa would exit his pod and begin floating upwards to exit the crater next. landing just at it's edge he'd glance about, but he didn't see vegeta nor vegeta's pod anywhere. odd...turning on his heel he made his way back to his own saiyan pod, reaching into it he pressed a few digits on a console that registered vegeta's pod had ran into an asteroid field, knocking him off course and damaging the pod's location beacon. raising a brow he grumbeled a bit. tapping his scouter nappa would attempt to locate vegeta via his awesome power level as he exited the crater once more. but, even after a few recheckings he couldn't find vegeta. which meant he was extremely far away. "shit..."

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rubbing the back of his neck he began looking around again, soon catching sight of an area where various shack looking homes were sorted about. civilization, perhaps vegeta had wondered through here, but he doubted it. taking off towards the shacks he'd soon land in the middle of the area. apparently this place had once been a city, no doubt ravaged by raditz or some of frieza's goons. probably that punk ass pink freak dodoria or that girly girl zarbon. chuckling to himself he began walking around shouting. "yo, anyone here?!"[/color]
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[Lucas D. Hargrave]

A star was falling towards the ground.

Lucas tracked it almost against his own will, a little annoyed by the way it hemmed in on his senses, making his mind feel as if it was being compressed by some strange, alien force. What he wanted to do, planned to do, here in the blasted remnants of West City was catch rats. Maybe dogs, if he was lucky. His adoptive family was fussy about eating such creatures but in all honesty their stores of dried preserved foodstuffs would not last forever. His own lack of... squeamishness could probably save them a great deal of time and trouble. And possibly lives.

And, if he was entirely honest with himself, and he always was - he was here to kill. It didn't matter the targets were vermin and not human, it didn't matter that their nutritional content was not easily cooked or fried or battered, it might not even matter that they were fat. They were though. With the war in the state it was, the rats here were of not only fine but, excellent eating, gorged as they were on the carcasses of the dead and numerous in number. Although 'big as cats' was probably an exaggeration, Lucas didn't consider it as mere semantics. Two or three would probably be equivalent to a cat.

Spotted one. Staying absolutely still, the child tried to erase his presence. Rats, much more so than people, seemed to have a knack for noticing danger. He'd need to be fast. Fast and-

The star continued to fall, still far off but radiating an aura of - well, what it was Lucas wasn't sure but tried to put it away from his thoughts. He needed to focus on the hunt. On the kill. Enough on food so that it would give him the necessary drive, but not so much so that it would drive him to distraction. Putting the falling star out of his mind (what were the odds that it would fall near him?) he took a deep, quiet breath and then went absolutely quiet.

Three minutes later he had gathered about half a dozen critters - and the the star fell and ended up nearly crushing him flat. The resulting explosion of debris and broken concrete flung him some distance. An older, more experienced fighter would have rode the shockwave and then scurried for cover but Lucas wasn't terribly old and besides his few forays into the broken city, had never received training. The air pressure from the impact blew him back he must have hit his head on something because he promptly passed out.

OOC: Crap post is crap. Sorry. >_>