Parasites [Split]

Yatapi was laser focused on keeping the creature within his vision, and now that there were no other distractions present such as the Human and Saiyan from before, he could do so much easier— the trail of strange green viscera was also certainly helpful in such endeavours. In most other scenarios he may have even stopped to examine the creature’s blood, but this was not most other scenarios.

Besides, if he got his hands on the creature properly, he could examine it then and there.

“Because something is not right about you, that is why.” Yatapi tracked the creature and stared back at it. “I will not step aside, and I will not let you feast. That much should be clear to you already.” Yatapi realigned some of his nanomachines and created a laser sword in one hand and an accompanying shield around the other. “If your hunger is so great, then why do you not fight me, hm? Why not come at me with the intent to feast?” This was, in fact, a genuine question— though of course Yatapi had an educated guess as to why. If this creature was indeed made by a Tuffle as a weapon of some sort it made sense that there would be some Tuffle related non-agression protocol in effect.

“Tell me, beast! Why is it that you flee?!” Yatapi roared, blasting off once again to intercept the creature with a few swings of his newly made weapon. “Show me that there is something about you that is yours and yours alone, your will, show me that you want to live not merely survive!”

“That is part of the problem if not the root cause, yes.” Yatapi responded dryly. “It seems you have not fully grasped what I meant regarding living versus surviving. That is fine though. Not everyone gets things right on their first attempt.” Not to mention it was probably hard to present such a thought experiment to... Er, a rogue lab experiment.

Oh well, Yatapi decided to keep the pressure on in drawing the creature’s focus “You’ll see. You’ll find that truly living can be full of surprises.” For now, he wanted to keep the creature guessing, try and occupy it’s thoughts with more than just hunger— for such a ravenous directive, what Yatapi saw as a tortuous design flaw was not any way to live. “Why do I deny your so-called hunger? Because it is limiting. You can be more than such a poorly constructed directive.” Examining the creature during this exchange, Yatapi could have sworn he saw some non-organic parts under all of the oozing blood-like substance and organ-ish fabrications.

Yatapi reconfigured the sword and shield into a large fist around one of his arms. “At one point, I may have indeed wanted to kill you. Now, that is not the case. My plan has changed. You are as much a victim of the wars on this world as I am, as others are...” He raised the large fist above him and swung down at the creature, even attempting to fully grab them. “... You did not ask to be made, let alone made this way. The idea that someone would do such a careless thing makes me sick.” Should he be successful in grabbing the creature before him, Yatapi sought out non-organic parts if they did indeed exist as he had hoped, just to make sure that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him before he did anything further.

There it was, a biomechanical structure. Yes, this was perfect! Yatapi’s eyes widened in a near-deranged sort of excitement. He had the chance to possibly derail yet another mad scientist’s design. After his first act against Satsuma and their co-conspirators in freeing many of their experiments, after clearing the Destron from the abandoned city, after freeing the synthetic recreation of Iyokan from Satsuma’s control...

It gave him a thrill nothing else could. Yatapi could barely contain himself.

First, he had to soundly defeat this opponent. “Worry no longer, you poor creature. You will be released.” In a sense, at least. Yatapi certainly didn’t mean to release the entity from his grasp just yet. “Released from the shackles of your making.” The large hand construct that Yatapi gripped the being with began to heat up and change slightly, within its palm a vent opened up to reveal energy pooling in a makeshift cannon. “You who did not ask to be made, yet wish to survive...” The energy in the cannon revved up and rumbled, much like a dragon finding its foe. “You will be un-made, then remade and given the capability to live.”

Then, Yatapi fired the cannon, which let out a mighty roar— geared more towards a concussive blast rather than an atomizing beam this time.