Post by Kaal on Jan 25, 2024 0:58:10 GMT -5
"So, this is the place?"
'Indeed, sir.'
"... It's definitely seen better days."
Suit pulsating through the dark cover of the slumbering night sky, Kaal hovered over the location of the once esteemed Battle Island with a critical glint within his gaze. Considering he was the head of one of the most esteemed weapon companies on the planet, one might be led to wonder why exactly Kaal was lingering on an area whose salvage would still pale in comparison to whatever his company could put out on any given day- but, he wasn't exactly here for himself.
Yes, Kaal was indeed current president of Colton Enterprises, and had a wreath of resources available to him at beck and call, but not many others were nearly as fortunate as he. No, some people were, by comparison, destitute, and more than desperate enough to be shifting through years old scrap and debris just to get even a glimpse at half-decent material. Battle Island, while to most appeared to be completely worthless, to others remained a great source of building material for both good and bad purposes.
Kaal was here for those who intended to tread the path of the latter option. There had been reports, although niche and unconfirmed, of suspicious activity surrounding this particular sector of the Battle Island remains- groups of people moving in and out during the midnight hours carrying heaps of scrap metal and material for who knows what.
While normally not one to buy into conspiracy theories, Kaal knew that if these rumors proved true, it meant that there were other people- potentially those with less morally righteous purposes than he- who were getting smart about their current position in the universe. People who were aiming to do as he did, to tip the scales in their favor to try to impose their will on those unable to fight back. The Earth already had her fair share of troubles coming from beyond the stars, the planet simply couldn't afford too great amount of infighting. A house divided against itself could not stand, and Kaal was dead set on ensuring that this house stayed standing.
So, the young man found himself navigating his way through the ruins of a once gladiatorial like arena, watching for something that he wasn't even sure was here- at least, that was until his sensors indicated motion roughly two klicks off of his current position. Staring into the direction of the movement, the Savior suit's night vision kicked in, highlighting and zooming into directly what the young man had hoped he would be seeing.
As the locals said, a group of mysterious, suspicious looking individuals with a good haul of scrap and salvage directly in their wake. Moving towards them, Kaal raised both hands up in reassurance, stating as his suit helped to project his voice over to the strangers, "No need to get too startled, I'm just here on a bit of business. You guys mind if I-"
A violent blow cracking the back of Kaal's helmet immediately cut the young man off- barely able to remain standing as the Savior suit's AI chimed in, stating, 'Sensors indicate sniper sightlines coming from several directions sir- as well as multiple other offensive forces closing in on your location.'
"... Could've told me sooner, you know."
'I didn't want to interrupt you, sir.'
And with that, Kaal kicked the suit into its combat directive- Repulsor blasts lighting up the night as yells and screams of indiscernible dialect filled the originally quiet ocean atmosphere. It didn't take very long for the battling billionaire to take care of most of these low-level thugs- a single punch, kick, or blast was more than enough to incapacitate them for the next week or so.
It was just as he thought- these people, whoever they were, needed this tech and scrap- they didn't really stand much chance against him without it, and if they couldn't even stand to him, what hope did they have against what potentially laid in wait out there in the rest of the cosmos?
It's partially why Kaal made this armor after all- to ensure that no one, under his watch, would ever feel helpless ever again. To even the scales in a way that would allow him to help those who couldn't tip them themselves.
And while he still had a long way to go, it seemed like Kaal was at least getting a bit of a foot in the door at this very moment- as the group of ne'er do wells were well taken care of after only a few minutes more of high paced combat. Dusting his armor off, the blond tsked at the minute scratches that the armed men's guns left- clearly, he needed to up the defensive capability of the suit a little more before it was at acceptable levels.
Dragging the last of the nameless thugs by the scruff of their clothing, Kaal tossed their unconscious body onto a main pile where the rest of them laid in a pained, humiliated heap. Sighing, the young man began to check vital signs, making sure he didn't hurt any one of them too badly-
Only to be interrupted by yet another chime coming from the Savior AI.
"What is it, Sav?"
'There appears to be another individual near your location sir- this one of much more notable strength than the foes you've just dispatched.'
Frowning, Kaal turned away from the pile of pain and began to search the night sky for any signs of suspicious activity. Waiting in tense silence for whatever, or whoever was to come.
'Indeed, sir.'
"... It's definitely seen better days."
Suit pulsating through the dark cover of the slumbering night sky, Kaal hovered over the location of the once esteemed Battle Island with a critical glint within his gaze. Considering he was the head of one of the most esteemed weapon companies on the planet, one might be led to wonder why exactly Kaal was lingering on an area whose salvage would still pale in comparison to whatever his company could put out on any given day- but, he wasn't exactly here for himself.
Yes, Kaal was indeed current president of Colton Enterprises, and had a wreath of resources available to him at beck and call, but not many others were nearly as fortunate as he. No, some people were, by comparison, destitute, and more than desperate enough to be shifting through years old scrap and debris just to get even a glimpse at half-decent material. Battle Island, while to most appeared to be completely worthless, to others remained a great source of building material for both good and bad purposes.
Kaal was here for those who intended to tread the path of the latter option. There had been reports, although niche and unconfirmed, of suspicious activity surrounding this particular sector of the Battle Island remains- groups of people moving in and out during the midnight hours carrying heaps of scrap metal and material for who knows what.
While normally not one to buy into conspiracy theories, Kaal knew that if these rumors proved true, it meant that there were other people- potentially those with less morally righteous purposes than he- who were getting smart about their current position in the universe. People who were aiming to do as he did, to tip the scales in their favor to try to impose their will on those unable to fight back. The Earth already had her fair share of troubles coming from beyond the stars, the planet simply couldn't afford too great amount of infighting. A house divided against itself could not stand, and Kaal was dead set on ensuring that this house stayed standing.
So, the young man found himself navigating his way through the ruins of a once gladiatorial like arena, watching for something that he wasn't even sure was here- at least, that was until his sensors indicated motion roughly two klicks off of his current position. Staring into the direction of the movement, the Savior suit's night vision kicked in, highlighting and zooming into directly what the young man had hoped he would be seeing.
As the locals said, a group of mysterious, suspicious looking individuals with a good haul of scrap and salvage directly in their wake. Moving towards them, Kaal raised both hands up in reassurance, stating as his suit helped to project his voice over to the strangers, "No need to get too startled, I'm just here on a bit of business. You guys mind if I-"
A violent blow cracking the back of Kaal's helmet immediately cut the young man off- barely able to remain standing as the Savior suit's AI chimed in, stating, 'Sensors indicate sniper sightlines coming from several directions sir- as well as multiple other offensive forces closing in on your location.'
"... Could've told me sooner, you know."
'I didn't want to interrupt you, sir.'
And with that, Kaal kicked the suit into its combat directive- Repulsor blasts lighting up the night as yells and screams of indiscernible dialect filled the originally quiet ocean atmosphere. It didn't take very long for the battling billionaire to take care of most of these low-level thugs- a single punch, kick, or blast was more than enough to incapacitate them for the next week or so.
It was just as he thought- these people, whoever they were, needed this tech and scrap- they didn't really stand much chance against him without it, and if they couldn't even stand to him, what hope did they have against what potentially laid in wait out there in the rest of the cosmos?
It's partially why Kaal made this armor after all- to ensure that no one, under his watch, would ever feel helpless ever again. To even the scales in a way that would allow him to help those who couldn't tip them themselves.
And while he still had a long way to go, it seemed like Kaal was at least getting a bit of a foot in the door at this very moment- as the group of ne'er do wells were well taken care of after only a few minutes more of high paced combat. Dusting his armor off, the blond tsked at the minute scratches that the armed men's guns left- clearly, he needed to up the defensive capability of the suit a little more before it was at acceptable levels.
Dragging the last of the nameless thugs by the scruff of their clothing, Kaal tossed their unconscious body onto a main pile where the rest of them laid in a pained, humiliated heap. Sighing, the young man began to check vital signs, making sure he didn't hurt any one of them too badly-
Only to be interrupted by yet another chime coming from the Savior AI.
"What is it, Sav?"
'There appears to be another individual near your location sir- this one of much more notable strength than the foes you've just dispatched.'
Frowning, Kaal turned away from the pile of pain and began to search the night sky for any signs of suspicious activity. Waiting in tense silence for whatever, or whoever was to come.
Kaal PL: 5 - S.A.V.I.O.R. Armor PL: 23,994 - WC: 934 - TWC: 934