The Scientific Method (Open)

Saiba-Ban was now headed to the tuffle side of the planet since he wanted to go take a look for tuffle objects he could sell or offer to Oud. He could also use that to give to anyone else who was going to pay for them. Maybe he could also free more of his tuffle kind. Of course, that was if he was not caught by them. The tuffles were pretty smart. Saiba-Ban was sneaking around and just trying to see what he could find. He was in the Berri Forest right now, which was not going to be the type of place to find anything of note but he'd use the forest as cover to get into the tuffles main city. Running right to the front door was a good way to get caught out. Saiba-Ban while walking around however sensed two power levels one of them around <500> and another which was much lower. Saiba-Ban decided to follow around and see what was giving off the power. He watched as a truffle man formed some sort of saiyan out of thin air and hit a saiyan who was stuck in some sort of trap? "What the hell is this shit?" Saiba-Ban hissed as he watched. He was trying to hide and watch Quantum to see what he'd do next.



Powerlevel:10,000
Wc:221

Quatum's eye-piece sensor started beeping WILDLY as information and data FLOODED his vision, the tuffle's cold, aloof expression nearly giving way to shock at the sudden power that was coming to his attention! Without moving his head, he would glance in it's direction, the highlight of a creature hiding amongst the brush at the border of the clearing! As more information came in, his brow would furrow heavily, a confused grimace hiding behind his mustache. 

"A saibaman...?" He grumbled below his breath. "And one this powerful? If I could guarantee its capture, its DNA would aid greatly in furthering my research." He would tap his wrist-panel once more, a FLASH of green FLOODING the area before dissipating! An image of this area would be saved and filed into the central processor of Quatum's suit, coordinates included. "...However, as it stands, its raw power is to great for this data-servant to handle. I must return and secure it once I have upgraded my hardware." 

Back to the sayain, it was easily subdued. A quick CHOP to the neck and it was unconscious. Simple, effective and without collateral. Clearly, a sign of genius, these servants. The data-sayain would grab the child by his tail and drag him back towards the Tuffle, raising and lowering him into the man's waiting arms. 

"It is almost hard to believe creatures as inferior as these..." Quatum mused, the face of the unconscious boy reflected in his glasses. "...have yet to be enslaved in their totality. " The scientist would raise his hand over the head of the child, a wave of green data washing over him! Ones and Zeros would FLOOD over the boy before slipping off and onto the ground to the side, slowly building itself into a human-like shape! In a matter of moments, a green, data-replica was created of the boy standing statue-still before Quatum, awaiting programming. The tuffle would place a hand upon the replica's head, its shade disassembling and FLOODING into Quatum's palm!

It too, had been saved within Quatum's processor. 

Quatum's sensor would suddenly begin to BEEP again, a new... but MUCH weaker power coming across his sensors. 

"Oh, my." Quatum grunted. "It would seem today is a fruitful day." He would turn to face the new power, its form... like that of an adult woman coming through the brush! Before her full form had been revealed, she had already been identified as a sayain, Quatum scowling at this fact. They have become too brazen, these monkeys... It was ONE THING for a child to be found in Tuffle Territory. It was ANOTHER for an adult to be so arrogant as to barge in here without a squad... and one as weak as this! He would cock an eyebrow as the sayain-woman would ROAR angrily at his actions, DEMANDING he pick on someone his OWN size.

How quaint. A howler-monkey. Perhaps she would serve best as a base for female sayain data-servants once he extracted her vocal cords. 

Instantly, the sayain data-servant would LUNGE at Jagaimo, throwing an VICIOUS uppercut at her stomach in an effort to incapacitate! A green bubble, meanwhile, would form around Quatum, shielding him and the child in his arms from the inevitable collateral.

WC: 537
TWC: 1033

What the hell was this guy doing? He was like getting a copy of the kid on the ground into his system. Saiba-Ban had no idea what was going on. He could see the tuffle watching the area he was in but he couldn’t exactly tell. But just in case he got ready to attack. If this guy thought he could do what he did to that kid, he had another thing coming. It was quite crazy, to say the least. He was going to have to watch this carefully. However, as he was focused on this guy he could sense someone else was arriving in the area. Someone is a lot weaker. The Saiyan decided she wanted to be a part of the victim list, as her power level was only <500>. Then again this tuffle power level also seemed to be merely <500>. But there was that robot, so he really had no idea how this would all go.

But as this was all about to happen with the tuffle getting ready to attack the saiyan, Someone he was well aware of in Arzhael became rushing in and blocked the attempted attack. “What the heck. Well, that is something I didn’t expect?” Saiba-Ban hissed as he slowly came out of the open to see what was going on. He came walking out as the demon called him, “Yah whatever you wanna say you fool. And no. Us Saiba-man gets stronger each time we fight. Unlike saiyans, we don’t zenkai but we adapt. I needed to adapt much but now I’ve had to adapt. So I've become stronger.” Saiba-Ban then glanced at the Tuffle. “What are you doing? Are you collecting data or something? Whatever it is, you're pretty much outmatched. I’d escape while you can.”


Wc:302

The fist of the data-servant would smash NOT into the gut of the lone, sayain woman, but into the shield of a mysterious figure! The blow would quickly rebound against the metallic bulwark, sending the sayain recoiling, Quatum cocking an eyebrow curiously at the new arrival! He had completely evaded his sensors up until now, seemingly manifesting from the shadows themselves to make his appearance!

...And what an archaic appearance it was. T'was an alien knight, as far as he could tell, complete with plate, a metal shield and a sword. His flesh-color indicated he was neither Tuffle NOR Sayain, an observation coming off the back of his glasses FAILING to relay information on him! 

"An 'error...?'" Quatum muttered in aggravation, tapping the side of his shades with his finger. The figure, enveloped in a scanning circle, relayed nothing but "? ? ?" back to the Tuffle! "How is that possible...?" What was more, he had an appropriate level of arrogance to match his tacky, retro attire, remarking how that woman-monkey was his and alluding to all present that she was also his student! Quatum grunted at this ridiculousness. Pride, along with intelligence, seemed to be a declining factor in the sayain genome. The reason they must cling to it is due to its waining properties within their population as indicated by their willingness to accept help from alien freaks. The data servant would quickly drift back to its master, arms raised defensively. Quatum could at least get a read on this figure's power, his basic signature ALREADY outmatching his Data-servant! T'would be incredible... were it not so immediately inconvenient. 

Quatum stoically listened to the bickering between alien and monkey, the woman desperately trying to separate herself from her prince-charming... as if anyone outside of herself cared in the least. T'was as if they had forgotten he was holding a child hostage... and perhaps they did. The Tuffle had, the entire time this debacle-of-an-interaction, been drawing data from the child he held, information on his vitals, his genome, his molecular make-up, all to serve his purposes later. This kid mattered not to him... Less than the sum of his parts. Those parts, though... he could use those. 

While the knight and the sayain spat witless banter at one another, Quatum's glasses would flash an alert, the Tuffle quickly turning his head in the direction of the Saibaman! He had decided to come out now and... It could SPEAK!? 

Anyone could dress up their favorite slave (for that was what the saibamen were designed to be) but to create one that could speak... and with apparent intelligence? Now THIS was something Quatum was interested in! Oh, how his scientific mind SPUN with interest. 

"Remarkable...!" He would mutter with genuine awe, absently dropping the boy to the ground at his feet! "A sapient Saibaman... Not only does it possess a vast wealth of power, but it is verbally competent. Surely no sayain designed such a creature..." Only further adding to Quatum's awe, the creature would seemingly project a moral code, expressing distress at the Tuffle's actions and beckoning him to leave!

Truly, this wood had more to offer than foolish sayain monkeys. Quatum made a note in the back of his mind... He NEEDED to come back for this Saibaman. Scans alone just wouldn't cut what he could learn from this thing.

"Too true." Quatum would remark back at the green, artificial life-form. "Your powers, save the monkey, are too powerful for my creation." Suddenly, the data-servant would KICK the child towards the Knight, its hand leveling at the Saibaman and firing off a LARGE energy-beam his way as well! Quatum, in the chaos would SLIP back into the forest as quick as his legs would take him, his suit further powering down to inhibit any attempt to sense him further! Quatum would have to make a long, circular journey to get back to his lab... but when he did, the first thing he'd do is upgrade his servant... He NEEDED that Saibaman's DNA!

WC: 669
TWC: 1702

Attempting to leave. TOO MANY PEOPLE here to do much else XD

Saiba-Ban glanced at Arzhael annoyed as he called out that he had changed the cause of Arzhael, and that he should at least get a little credit for that. Saiba-Ban didn't say anything he just looked at the demon with great anger. He had tried to kill him, did he think he was going to forget that. Despite his own increase in power, Arzhael's power had increased all the same. So he couldn't beat down the demon, for now, they were regrettable on the same side of this situation. That really bugged the Saibaman but what was he going to do.

Still, this was broken by Quantum calling out noting he was a Sapient saibaman and that a saiyan could not have designed this. Saiba-Ban pointed, "Asshole I was not created by anyone. Raised by your kind sure but I escaped. It's Saiba-Ban to you as well. Not Saibaman. Got it asshole." Saiba-Ban cracked his knuckles ready to attack but Quantum began his retreat as he kicked the kid towards Arzhael with the kid being knocked over and then a beam flying down at Saiba-Ban to smash into him. Saiba-Ban would fire a beam upwards blasting the beam and causing both beams to explode. "Tch." Saiba-Ban could sense where Quantum was going but Arzhael had him. he turned to Jagimano. "You ok?" He would go to grab the kid to check on him as well. He must have been very traumatized into almost becoming a test rat. Something the Saibaman could relate to.



I'M SO SORRY MB!
Wc:253

Quatum failed to account for one thing when making his escape: That Arzhael wasn't the gallant, proud and noble soldier his attire would make him out to be. No, in a display of callous disregard that the doctor neglected foresee, the warrior would allow the sayain to rebuff off his armor as if he were nothing more than trash to him, the boy gashing his face upon the warrior's armor before collapsing to the ground! Meanwhile, Quatum himself was already deep into the woods, pushing his way through as much brush and hard-terrain as necessary to slow down any potential pursuers as he attempted to leap boarders back into Tuffle territory. Already, his old age was starting to show in his exhaustion and exasperation, the artificial implants he had grafted into himself starting to pull on his flesh. He was growing exhausted very quickly, his biological reserves gradually giving way to artificial supplements to keep him moving. Still, all was quiet behind him and persuit was not obvious from the continuous scans his A.I. did on his behalf, the man clinging to the hope he could escape them with all the data he had gathered-

Warning! Hostile approaching! 50 meters! 10 meters! 1 meter-

"WHAT!?" Quatum gasped, whirling around to spy Arzhael behind him mid-quip, sword pulled back in preparation for a strike! Acting purely on protective instinct, Quatum would raise his hand and curl his fingers into a fist, his energy-shield doubling... then TRIPPLING in strength until it were an opaque green shield between the tuffle and the demon's blade! The weapon would SMASH into Quatum's desperate defense and, while it did not break, the force of the swing would send him BARELING into the the forest behind him! The good doctor would tumble end-over-end before SLAMMING spine-first into a massive tree-trunk, the man slumping forward in a limp, sitting position against it! Blood rolled down Quatum's lips as he quivered there on the ground, warnings and scan-data flashing before his double-vision as muffled warnings blared in his ears!

Warning! Critical Damage Sustained! Fracture of the upper spine and three of upper ribs! Lung punctured! Potential organ failure in progress! Recommend immediate medical atten-

"C.....Computer. Disengage e....mergency medic-..... *HACK!*" Quatum DOUBLED over, letting out a viscerally wet cough, a glob of blood splattering out onto the ground before him... "....Medical protocols... Direct... warnings to.... direct personal access... only." 

In an instant, all warnings would cease, a folder in the corner of his vision named "Personal Medical Info" would blare red with an exclamation point. Slowly pushing himself up on trembling legs, Quatum would raise a quivering hand up to his arm-console, tapping in a barely ledgible command with a blood-splattered finger into the screen! The next moment, his data-servant would manifest between himself and the approaching knight, the doctor barely managing to stand using the tree's trunk as support!

"C...Curse it all..." Quatum gasped huffed wetly, spitting out another gob of blood. "I never thought.... I would have to use... THAT technology..... soon...."

WC: 505
TWC:  2207

Man guess this was just gonna go crazy. Arzhael was able to quickly attack the doctor but he seemed to be able to also defend himself. Saiba-Ban rubbed his head, he was not exactly sure what he wanted to about this situation. He was sure he didn't wanna stay here. The Demon was gonna start a big old fight and eventually Quantum would proably call for some tuffles to help out. He didn't wanna mess with them, he had a enough bad memories with them. Then agian this could be a good time to sneak off and get what he wanted. Saiba-Ban rubbed his head, this was really annoying to decide exactly what he wanted to do. Eventually he decided to just follow what Jagimano was doing. She was there to help the kid, he might as well do the same. "Yah you guys have fun with this fight." Saiba-Ban waved off and began to walk away. "I am not trying to stay here and see more tuffles arrive. You have fun dicing him to bit Arzhael." Saiba-Ban skipped off into the woods though before he left he did sense out just in case he was being followed. But it seemed Quantum was really the only guy here. Guess whatever he was doing was not approved by the tuffles? Those were question he didn't care to have answered.



Wc:228
Twc:1,004
Exit!