Buster Training (Onnio)

Onnio's PL: 14,000
Items: Scouter



Onnio had spent the last few weeks healing up after his drag-out fight with the Tuffle General, Cheri. To say that the bout had left him battered was an understatement. He'd broken three ribs, his right leg, and bruised an eye socket. He had some fresh scars, too, that would soon join the constellation on his body. But all in all, even though the outcome was messy and not in his favor, it'd been a good fight.

Thanks to Saiyan Power, his battle point had more than doubled. He'd been grievously wounded by Cheri, but if he saw her now he'd thank her. He'd never been so strong. I don't think she'd have as easy a time with me now. Onnio reckoned as he donned his newly-repaired battle armor. It was still fatigued and war-worn, and now with new patches welded in, but that was fine. There was an old warrior's legend about reforged battle armor. The more damage it took, the more time it was blown to bits and clapped back together, the tougher it became. Onnio wasn't sure if that was true, exactly, but it certainly felt true. 

After soldering on the last circuit back into place, Onnio carefully donned his helmet. It'd been split in two saving his skull during his fight with Cheri, but it felt like it fit perfectly. He'd grown accustomed to fixing his armor, over many years of getting blasted.

"Time for some training!" Onnio said, looking himself over in the full-length mirror in Vennel's apartment. He'd been living there and recuperating the whole time, sleeping in a sack of sheets hanging from the window, cooking meals for himself, watch lots of teevee. He hadn't seen much of Zuqetta lately, even though she hadn't gone on a trip like Vennel. She'd been busy or something. So, he was looking forward to training with her.

He'd never worked with a snooty princess before, and since she probably hadn't done a lick of training in her life, he'd likely have to show her the ropes. Push ups. Sit ups. Boulder squats. The whole nine!

Of course, eating during your training was also crucial. So, Onnio had prepared for both Zuqetta and himself some traditional meat skewers, well charred and seasoned, then wrapped in broadleaf. Onnio slung the sack of provisions on his back, and left carefully out the window.

Zuqetta had picked a spot way out in the Wastes. According to the half-built map on his visor's HUD, it was jagged terrain. Plenty of cover. Soaring through the skies, thundering across the atmosphere like a bullet, breaking the sound barrier and going faster still. Onnio let his power spread out and push. He was flying faster than ever. He spun through the sky joyously, scaring a flock of saiba-dactals with a loud woop.

His aura was a vortex, a lightning-white beam across the pink sky.
 
If I get any stronger, I'll start catching clouds on fire.

The beep of his scouter informed him of his eminent arrival.  Slowing, then skipping down through the air, Onnio found himself surrounded by tall, craggy boulders, bigger than some of the buildings in the Sadala Capital. Landing on a tor jutting out from the earth, Onnio saw Zuqetta. She had sleek new battle armor on. Very impressive! Onnio thought, a pang of jealousy shooting through him. He wished he could afford such fancy, gleaming armor. 

Waving to his friend, Onnio leapt from his perch, flipping dramatically before landing in a crouch. "I really must admit..." He said, opening his eyes slowly, affixing Zuqetta with a stone-faced seriousness. "I really like your armor!" Onnio broke into a grin. "Ready to go?" Onnio asked, dropping his sack of provisions. "I brought snacks!" Raising a finger, Onnio went on, "Keeping your calorie count high is one of the keys to maintaining a good training flow. I recommend we break up our sparring sessions with regular snacking, followed by ten thousand crunches, and ten thousand push ups."


KP:6/6
MP: 0/6
Damage: 0/270

WC: 664
TWC: 664


Onnio decided to chew on one of the kabobs as Zuqetta worried on about training on an empty stomach.

"No, no, no," Onnio said, shaking his head around a mouthful of meat. "Yish 'ant the poposite'," He explained, before gulping it down. "You got to have plenty of snacks, to keep the blood pumping! We're going to be throwing ten punches a second, at least. How much Carol-ees do you figure that burns? A lot, that's how many!"

Before Zuqetta attacked, Onnio readied for battle by doing his traditional deep knee bends. "Usually, I like to do more stretches, but since you seem so hyper about it, we can go ahead and fight without doing a full sequence." Smiling at his friend, he added, "I've gotten a lot stronger too since we fought. I hope you can keep up!"

Before the fighting commenced, Onnio did a rare thing. He placed his helmet (carefully) to the side. Whatever new powers Zuqetta was bragging about, he wanted to be surprised!

And when the fighting commenced, he certainly was. He was knocked across the jaw by a swinging right hook, that made him flip backwards before he regained control. 

I'm going to have to give this my all! Onnio thought, immediately rolling into a series of counter attacks!

Zuqetta, like so many opponents he faced, was evenly matched with him. Or perhaps even slightly stronger. It was hard to tell, as they were both throwing punches and kicks with wild abandon now.

“Most of my training is the real kind. When you’re growing up in the Outpost, people pick fights a lot. So it gives you lots of chances to workout.” Onnio grinned. “Pit fighting too, when the jobs dry up. That’s a good way to train and earn money at the same time. But sometimes you gotta fight real grimy and oogly aliens.”

Onnio made a face. The iron machinery of his melee routine was broken by Dolendo’s fat pink head and gloating smile, Onnio was caught off guard from a hard jab from Zuqetta, snapping his nose with enough force to make him flip end over end.

Startling to a stop, Onnio cleared his mind once more, letting those spiky, intrusive thoughts grind down into a clean, uniform, unthinking line. There were two things that lived on this line. Zuqetta. Onnio. Nothing else.

“Why are you so interested in the Buster Corps, anyway?” Onnio asked, breathing with effort after throwing a feigning punch that turned midway into a ki wave. “Are you wanting to join up?”

Onnio had been watching for the tail. It was one of Zuqetta 's main offensive attacks, savagely using it as a fifth limb, using what is usually a weakness as a strength. Onnio respected it, but its utility was limited -- it may surprise you if you're not expecting it, but you could see it coming easily if you watched for it, as its route of travel wasn't as quick or as direct as a punch or kick. When the tail swiped out, Onnio quickly leaped back and parried it with his own tail, seeking to latch onto with his own tail and twist around.

Whether or not he managed to braid his tail with hers, Onnio would retaliate with a series of machine-gun punches, rapid fire pumps of his fists aimed directly at Zuqetta's head, aimed at either knocking her back or at least off balance with a new defense. "Course I've met lots of Tuffles!" Onnio said, twirling into a high-legged kick. "I am in the Low Class Infrantry, after all. Fighting on the front lines is what we do most!"

Agreeing, Onnio went on. "We also bust a lot of planets. So sure, I've been into space! Mostly messy worlds that are really gross. The last one was occupied by a giant living blob that took up half a continent! Well, it took me half a day to disintegrate all of it."

As thrilling as the fight and conversation had been; the night was drawing near and the dangers of the Borgos Bluffs would begin revealing themselves. As such, Zuqetta decided it best to end their training session and return home. She had learned a lot from Onnio this day; and now, was uncertain if joining the Buster Corps was truly something she wanted to do. When she had first run away from home and began living with Vennel, it seemed like the coolest thing in the universe; not only was the name cool, but she would be a soldier like Vennel. Having learned the way the Buster Corps, and more importantly, Onnio, thought of war; it was becoming clearer and clearer to Zuqetta that joining the military wasn't something for her.

"Heh, well, this was... enlightening." Zuqetta would say with a furrowed brow as the two departed; returning to Sadala city and to Vennels apartment. There was soon to be a big experience ahead of them after all; and whether Zuqetta knew it or not, she would need all the rest she could get for the coming storm that would happen upon Planet Fruti. For now at least, Zuqetta could rest easily in ignorance as she blindly followed her Saiyan Doctrine as any other.
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