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Post by trueblaze on Jan 5, 2008 6:56:49 GMT -6
For many years now, Yoron as played host to one of the resistance's five primary bases for command. It has been here that the resistance has gone from a rag tag group of fighters to a slightly less rag tag group of fighters.
Camouflaged from both sea and air, one could only see the main command center itself once on land. Though only three stories tall above ground, there were an additional seven stories underground. Aside from it's teleportation chamber, the base only had three entrances: A boat dock hidden on the seaward side of the base that could open either above or below water to allow either submerged or surface vessels to enter, A massive garage where the resistance stored its vehicles, and a small personnel entrance. Though three places to enter from, all required those entering the base itself had to go through a high level scanner to ensure they were who they claimed to be.
Not far from this base a small community had begun to take root within the ruins of an old town. Many of those living there were either family members of the resistance members or those who were either unable or unwilling to fight, though over time several resistance members themselves had decided to move out of their underground dwellings and back into the light.
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 5, 2008 7:21:37 GMT -6
Activity within the base bustled along as usual as people constantly bustled about to and fro.
In the mess hall humans and reploids alike waited in line for their turn to grab their grub all the while getting a laugh at the small reploid humming bird as it buzzed about excitedly over the new flower decorations. Not to far away several mechanics set up a ladder as they attempted to aid a machaniloid that had some how managed to get itself stuck in a ventilation shaft. In the lower levels, com officers continued to scan radio frequencies attempting to listen into Neo Arcadian transmissions or any other bits of information they could us. In the same room, William Striker and Siege Lion, having been temporarily put in charge Ciel was at a meeting in America, discussed the reports they had recently been handed.
Near by, in what had once been a supply storage bay, an older man practiced his marchal arts in what was now a make shift dojo. Several people stood in the room with him attempting to mimic his fighting stances. Though one could consider these people students, for the most part they were not, rather "those with too much free time on their hands" was a better way of describing them.
In a level slightly lower than the previous, resistance fighters practiced their combat skills on both a firing range and in virtual combat situations. Within the virtual chamber stood the hulking form of the one they called Fallout. His eyes were closed, and several wires were running from his head and into one of the simulators. Though unusually docile, the look on his face indicated he was running through a simulation that would give Jack Thompson a whole new list of things to complain about.
Mean while back on the surface level, several mechanics busied themselves inside the garage repairing and upgrading the dozen old style golems they had managed to acquire during one of their recent raids on a Neo Arcadian storage unit. Amongst them was a human like reploid clad in red armor. Climbing up a ladder, the red reploid opened one of the large back panels of a golem and peered inside. Suddenly there was a loud POOF sound as one of other mechanics accidentally grounded the wrong wire. A few seconds later, the red reploid pulled his head back out of the hole and stood there tapping his foot while listening to the others laugh at the fact his upper body was now completely black with soot.
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Post by Raeone on Jan 5, 2008 21:25:32 GMT -6
"Hee, lookin' good there."
A single cyborg simply sat, crosslegged, on a large crate in the garage by the wall. Why she was there was probably an easy question to answer, which was usually why she was ever anywhere: she felt like it, and nobody had the heart to tell her to leave. The girl had popped in to watch what was going on, easily amused and in quite a good mood, giggling as she let out her witty comment. "You okay?" Rain tilted her head, brown hair drooping in response as her eyes blinked.
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Jan 5, 2008 22:20:16 GMT -6
Meanwhile, in the former supply storage bay. An old man was being watched by a big crowd of people. This old man was no stranger martial arts, or the war against Neo Arcadia. This old man was Grandmaster Dewei. He was demonstrating modern day techniques for the audience.
"So a man confronts you, say he go to kick you."
The grandmaster's assistant throws a right front kick. Many people don't even see the leg being raised, but of course the grandmaster catches the kick with both hands.
"Now, from this range it makes sense that his leg is longer than his arm. Therefore he can't strike me. Go to strike me."
The assistant tries his best to strike him but cannot. The grandmaster continues holding the leg up.
"The only thing supporting him right now, is his other leg, but there's a way to deal with that. Continue holiding onto the leg with your right hand, but use your left hand to turn his head, neck, whatever you need to redirect his head, but at the same time, use a left sweep kick to take out the leg he is standing on."
The grandmaster executes the technique, and the assistant falls. He is still holding onto the leg.
"Don't let go of the leg during this technique, even after the fall. Practice this felling concept, and then at this point, his body is positioned for much more damage. Using Chin-Na you can break his leg with your knee. But be very careful, the leg break very easily with this technique. Just twist his foot outwards to the left, so that it turns his knee, and now do this."
People are following along, and then the grandmaster kneels down with his right leg up, and his leg leg down, and he controls the neck with his left hand, and shows how you can break the right leg, on your right knee.
"Don't pull in this, just have his leg, on your knee and he can break it. See if you can resist."
The assistant kicks while he is still on the ground, and the grandmaster pushes the leg away towards the assistant's neck.
"Now I control not only the leg, but the spine as well. He cannot attack with his hands, at least one of his knees is not going to work, so if he runs for a living, there aren't alot of one legged marathons going on, so you just fired him from his job as well."
People laugh and the grandmaster continues talking.
"After you break this knee, you can press lightly on his neck, and he will pass out."
The grandmaster doesn't actually break the knee, he shows the break, then presses lightly and his assistant says break, break.
The grandmaster helps his assistant up, and he says to the audience
"Try that, see if it works for you, I will be around to help people. Then we can work on disarms."
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Post by Sokuren on Jan 6, 2008 1:30:29 GMT -6
As the laughter echoed in the garage Sokuren Looked up from the golem he was working on and chuckled, then called out "The blue wire, not the red one!" At the hapless mechanic, then popped the panel on the one he was working on. Lowering his scan visor, he looked over the internals for a while until he called out into the room. "well, looks like this one is almost ready to be scraped, half the capacitors are shot and the power core only works at 25% capacity. Someone get over here and help me salvage what we can." with that he starts examine the other systems, seeing if there is anything salvageable
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Jan 6, 2008 2:21:25 GMT -6
The grandmaster walks around to help 10 groups of people. He sees alot of people have the correct technique up until the break on the ground. He just wanted people to get the takedown right. There was only one kid there, but he was training with the adults. He duplicated the form about exact to what the grandmaster had it.
"What is a young one like you doing here, learning the way of the Red Star?"
The young boy didn't answer, and he resumed the technique. The grandmaster smiled, he thought this young boy had alot of dedication to training.
"Ah no matter. Stay as long as you want."
Walking back over, he put his hand up in the air. People instantly shut up, and the grandmaster called out.
"Attack me in anyway you want."
People looking around thinking he was nuts. The assistant nodded, and proceeded to choke the grandmaster, like a thug would on the street. The grandmaster grabbed the assistants head, and turned his hips very lightly. The assistant rotated, and fell to the ground. The grandmaster let his assistant get back up, and said.
"No matter what he is going to do, I can use Chin-Na, to defeat him, without using any strength at all. With Chin-Na I can seize, and trap. But I can also control an opponent, without hurting him too badly. Chin-Na says if you must, you can get nasty, you can tear muscles, target pressure points, break bones, cut bloodflow from one part of the body, cut oxygen from one part of the body. You can destroy an opponent if you need to. But I don't think my assistant here, would appreciate it if I left him in a giant mess."
The assistant shook his head with a smile. People started laughing, the grandmaster smiled.
"Here's a concept for you people afraid of knives. It's not Chin-Na but it's effective." The grandmaster gave the assistant a training blade.
"Now when he goes to attack I want a guard. Not a boxing guard, not a karate guard, not a kung fu guard, not no guard." People laughed "But have a knife defense guard. Have your forearms facing outwards, protect the other side of your arm. The outside of your arms facing him, will be a better advantage for you. If he decides to cut it anyway, and I mess up. Go ahead."
The assistant slices, and stabs for show.
"How many times did you see him even get close to the other side of the arm? None right. That's a good thing. The outer arm is all muscle. If that's a real knife, and he cuts my outer arm here, not a big deal, muscle grows back. You will live. But what if he cut the other side of the arm? Am I safe? Not really. All that is sensitive, and it's not protected by muscle. It's just skin, and blood on the other side. He even pinches you with that knife.... on that side. You have very few moments left before you pass out. You will start losing blood, even after you pass out. You will go into shock, then coma, then die. If you are lucky enough to be rescued you will live, but you will only have 70% percent of your arm function back. You might never be able to write with your fingers again. You might never be able to even lift the arm all the way up again. But if you live, it's not as bad as dying. Just don't get cut where the tissue is, it doesn't grow back, the worst place you can get cut on your arm is your wrist. Do not let him cut you. So just keep your arms out, so he can only cut the musclar part of your arm if you miss. Keep them about up to your neck, so he doesn't cut your neck. Neck cutting can be instant death. Here are some training blades, they have dull edges, try to see if you can't get cut. Move around too like an actual street fight."
The grandmaster hands out training blades to people, and he observes.
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 6, 2008 9:43:46 GMT -6
As the Grandmaster handed out the last training blade, a jolt of electricity surged through his body. Though he felt no pain, both his organic and cybernetic systems began spasming. After two or three seconds without muscular function, he finally collapsed to the ground and the jolting finally stopped a moment later.
Not sure what had just happened, the students jumped a second time as a man standing in the door way began to speak.
"You can have all the Tie Jutsu or Chan-nin, or whatever the hell you call it, ya want, but when someone walks up and blows your brains all over the floor from fifty meters away, it ain't gonna mean squat palies," the man stated with a heavy New York accent.
Though most didn't recognize the man, some did. Known as Bitmite among the resistance, he was the Russian resistance's Arms Master.
To those that did know him, he had several outstanding reputations. First, he was all human except for his eyes which had been replaced cybernetic eyes designed to enhance his vision in several ways. Second, he was a crack shot sniper even before he opted for the eye augmentation. Third, he wasn't above injuring his students while training, not enough to do permanate damage but enough that they have a desire to learn right and learn quickly. And fourth, he had little interest in the martial arts, in fact, he considered them to be an out dated tradition.
With a smirk, Bitmite walked in and placed his still booted foot on one of the low tables and wrested his elbow on the back of his knee. With his right hand he replaced the blaster back into it's side satchel and with his left he popped a stick of gum into his mouth.
Smacking the gum loudly, he began speaking again, "Eah, don't worry about your master, I only used level one stun. He'll feel a little tingly for the next few minutes but other than that there won't be any lasting effects." Clearing his throat he continued, "As I was sayin', all this punchin' and who hain' might be fun, but on the battlefield it ain't gonna make a difference. I mean come on, what's it mater how good you are breaking someones knee, when they've already blown your leg off with a gat two blocks away and six stories up followed by whatever other body parts they wish to see go bye bye."
Though most of the students didn't respond, several began to either whisper amungst themselves or nod in agreement. This, of course, made Bitmite smirk once again.
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 6, 2008 10:11:04 GMT -6
Blaze reached up and was about to rub some of the soot out of his eyes when he felt a tickle in his nose. A second later, nearly ninety percent of the soot flew off his body with a loud ACHOO.
Wiping his face off once again, Blaze glanced up at the mechanic that had grounded the wire, "Well, I was about to tell you the circuit buffers were fused. However, now the buffers are still fused AND the right arm controls are fried. Oh, and guess who just volunteered to replace these parts?"
Sighing and shaking his head for a moment, the mechanic nodded and replaced Blaze in repairing the golem.
As he used a towel to wipe the debree from his face and armor, Blaze glanced over at the reploid woman, "Ya I'm fine, believe me I've taken bigger things than that to the face....I mean.....you know what I mean." Tossing the towel down, he picked up his helmet, "You know, as long as your sitting there, why don't you pick up a wrench or something and give us a hand?"
Placing his helmet on and clicking the visor down, Blaze walked up beside Sokuren and began scanning the golem as well.
"Ya, afraid so," Blaze said disappointedly. "Looks like these suckers have been decommissioned too long, and after all the work those poor saps went through to get them here too." Blaze shook his head, "Looks like we'll only be able to get four of these up and running, maybe five if we're lucky. The rest we'll probably have to strip down and use for spare parts."
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Jan 6, 2008 13:13:31 GMT -6
As the Grandmaster handed out the last training blade, a jolt of electricity surged through his body. Though he felt no pain, both his organic and cybernetic systems began spasming. After two or three seconds without muscular function, he finally collapsed to the ground and the jolting finally stopped a moment later. Not sure what had just happened, the students jumped a second time as a man standing in the door way began to speak. "You can have all the Tie Jutsu or Chan-nin, or whatever the hell you call it, ya want, but when someone walks up and blows your brains all over the floor from fifty meters away, it ain't gonna mean squat palies," the man stated with a heavy New York accent. The grandmaster got back up, despite the effects of his protective uniform, the electrical effects somehow managed to penetrate through and into his body(oddly enough, the energy felt like it had come from the inside rather than the outside). He spoke to this person who shocked him. "Yes, but you did you understand this is for conventional weapons? Knives, pistols, any gun you can put in your hand, swords too because I see them used more often on the battlefield. Everyone knows you will get blown away by a high caliber weapon. But what about smaller weapons?" The grandmaster signals to his assistant and says "Bring a live pistol in. Worst that can happen is I die, proving a point. Pull the trigger if you can. But accomplish what you must first. But point is, you can't disarm a weapon from a far distance away. You have to do what they want, but times like this, this will rarely happen, and work. But it can, know that they are going to kill you anyways, this is a time of war." The assistant presses the pistol up to the grandmaster's head. "Give me your wallet!" "OK." The grandmaster says The grandmaster reaches for his pocket, hands the assistant his wallet, but at the assistant is caught off guard trying to look at it, and the grandmasters hands are already upwards, making the assistant think he is surrendering, but in reality the grandmaster pushes his head down, and pulls the gun upwards at the same time, redirecting the line of fire upwards, then the grandmaster controls the weapon by disarming. "ON THE GROUND NOW!" The assistant gets on the ground, and the gun is in the grandmaster's hand. "Sir, and I use that term very rarely. Perhaps I need to give you a demonstration, as why I am still here today. Martial arts have saved my life before, I am willing to bet all I have on it. How many people know how to use a fully automatic rifle, and I mean know how to use one?" A person raised his hand and said "I been enlisted with this base for many years, I have a whole lifetime experience with a fully automatic rifle, laser, or bullets." "Ok heres one with live bullets, these are bullets that will instantly kill me if they pierce me. To prove I am not hiding anything I will take my robe off, and leave my pants on. I am going to stand 50 feet from you, when I get over there to that wall, you may fire when you need to, I will not give you a signal. Everyone in this room, needs to stand all the way over there, behind that bulletproof wall." The grandmaster waited for people to leave, then they watched behind the wall, because you could see the room still. The grandmaster took off the top part of his uniform. His body was well toned for an older man. The grandmaster started to walk over to the wall he promised. He could feel out what the other person was about to do before he did anything. In other words, he almost knew when he was going to shoot. Right as the grandmaster was drawing near to the wall, maybe 5 feet away. The guy started to open fire on the grandmaster.
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 6, 2008 18:52:51 GMT -6
Bitmite started laughing when he saw the student's performance, "Obviously this guys watched too many Hollywood movies and has never mug some one for real. Here kid let me show you how a REAL mugger would do it."
Walking over to the assistant he handed his gun to the assistant and lifted the guys hand until it was at his forehead, "Ya see, real muggers DON'T press their weapons against a victims head, they only do that in Hollywood. It's way too easy to avoid," Quickly Bitmite twitched his neck to the left and stepped forward. Before the assistant realized it he was literally standing nose to nose with the guy.
Smirking once again, Bitmite grabbed his gun back, "Now if you're going to mug somebody you wanna do it like this," He took a few steps back and got into position. "Now you wanna stand a minimum of three to four feet away from the target, this way you have time to react to any movements your victim may make. Keep your gun arm pressed loosely at your side and your elbow bent at a ninety degree angle so you pointing directly at the person. This way you can quickly and easily move your targeting to just about any locations in front of you." He smacked his gum for a moment. With this method it doesn't mater whether you assault someone from the front or the back, so long as you have a quick trigger finger their screwed no mater what they try," He smacked his gum loudly for a moment, "Oh, and never be dumb enough to actually grab the guy's wallet from his hand, your just askin' for trouble that way. Make the guy either drop it or throw it to you, preferably drop it and back away since throwing it can distract you for a split second that could be required to react to the person's moves."
Replacing the gun back into it's satchel, he stood quietly (except for the smacking of his gum) while Grandmaster spoke. Once the students began leaving the arena he smirked and began speaking again.
"Live bullets eh? Well, don't let it be said 'you ain't a gutsy one'," Bitmite said with a laugh. "However, I think I'll stick to my stunner. Lost too many students the last time I used live ammo in training." He gave a quick wink indicating he was just joking...well, sort of joking.
Moving to the far side of the room, the Arm's master made a big show of loosening his neck and arm before getting into a wild west style stance (complete with wild west sound effects). He stood there with his hand hovering over his gun and staring at the older man. After a few seconds he got into a more serious stance and prepared to make his move.
His hand moved so quick many didn't even get a chance to see him remove the blaster from his satchel. Two rapid shots rang out as he fired a pair of bolts down the room. As expected, with the fluid grace of a grandmaster, Dewie easily and skillfully dodged the shots. However, it was Bitmite who was grinning.
Unexpectedly, Dewie found himself convulsing once again as energy once again began surging through his body. This was unexpected, because everyone in the room knew for a fact the grandmaster had not been hit. Before he could recover, the grandmaster felt an forearm slam into his chest and press him against the wall. A second later the was a soft click as the blaster dead fired in a shot that would have gone through the mans chin and into his brain.
"BOOM your dead," Bitmite remarked in a much more serious tone, "A bit more potent than last time eh? That there was level two stun. You'll regain control of your muscles in a second, but their gonna burn like hell if you try to move any faster than a crawl for the next four or five minutes." He paused and smirked again. "EH? You wondering what just happened?"
Opening his blaster with a soft click he pulled out a small chamber of ammo and held it up so Dewie could see, "This here is a special stun blaster I had the tech boys make custom made just for me. Instead of firing normal stun bolts, this here fires a built AND a micro charge dart. Once hit, these darts penetrate deep into the skin for several hours before they naturally bio degrade into the body. In the mean time however, all I have to do is press one of the buttons on this here ring oh mine," He held up his left hand showing the grandmaster the ring he wore on his middle finger, "and BAM, anyone within fifty feet unlucky enough to have a dart in them gets upward of a level three charge directly into the nervous system."
Certain Grandmaster Dewie could now stand on his own, he let go of the guy and slapped the ammo back into it's cartridge. Dewie turned away from the grandmaster began addressing the students once again.
"Oh sure, some of you may consider what I did to be sneaky, under handed, and 'dishonorable', but hay. Are you going to complain when an ambush squad shoots you in the back while you're out on patrol? No of course not, you'll be too buisy being dead," He paused for a moment to glance around. "Being honorable may be good and all, but lets face it, in a fight it doesn't mater who was right, only who is left."
The students chattered amungst themselves for a moment. Some were angry about what Bitmite did to their grandmaster, others were angry that an outsider would come in and act so ballsie, yet others seemed to be nodding and whispering in agreement with what the Arms Master said.
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Post by Raeone on Jan 6, 2008 19:22:42 GMT -6
As he used a towel to wipe the debree from his face and armor, Blaze glanced over at the reploid woman, "Ya I'm fine, believe me I've taken bigger things than that to the face....I mean.....you know what I mean." Tossing the towel down, he picked up his helmet, "You know, as long as your sitting there, why don't you pick up a wrench or something and give us a hand?" (OOC: Just a heads up to avoid confusion, she isn't a reploid, she's an almost fully-converted human cyborg; only her head was left normal.) "Pfft. Help you? C'mon, I'm about as clumsy with a wrench and a socket set as a fisherman trying to grab a fish with greased hands." Rain leaned back, cutely, twirling a lock of her hair. Her eyes strayed to the hand doing so, looking like she's in thought. "Observation's more fun anyways."
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 6, 2008 20:22:27 GMT -6
Blaze glanced back, at the cyborg woman, "Not that I can't appreciate a woman who likes to watch, but don't you have ANYTHING else to do? Running laps, target practice, painting your finger nails?"
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Jan 6, 2008 22:41:52 GMT -6
The grandmaster disarmed the weapon from Bitmite, and soon as he gained control of it, he stepped back, not allowing Bitmite any room for a counter. The grandmaster didn't want Bitmite to feel bad, but of course the grandmaster already felt bad enough, not letting Bitmite know he was standing right next to him the whole time, and everyone saw it, but him. Another reason people were quiet.
"But you left me standing. By the way, I never said I didn't have toys just like you as well."
The grandmaster gave the weapon back to Bitmite with two hands, out of respect. The grandmaster waved his hand, a couple of times, and the image of the grandmaster that Bitmite hit, disappeared. He would instantly see what just went wrong for him. But the grandmaster didn't want him to feel bad. He wasn't looking to challenge Bitmite, that would be the last thing he would want to do with anyone, but he wanted him to stop being one sided for a second.
"Sir, out of respect, I ask of you, don't try to shock me while I educate others. I know it's an open to all class, but I can't teach if you keep attempting to shock me. Would you like it if next time you taught a class, I came in and started trying to distract you from teaching others? You probably wouldn't like that, I always find fun in teaching and so do others, but I really don't try to focus on if someone is going to turn against me while I teach. As you can see, someone of my age, COULD BE ready to retire at any moment, and I am more of a teacher, than a military person like you. Your techniques, and my techniques all overlap each other some place in martial arts. I just teach it the way I found it most effective, and the way that worked for me."
The grandmaster would let Bitmite talk if needed, then he would continue onwards.
"A long time ago, believe it or not, I actually enlisted in the military, before Neo Arcadia controlled my country, I wanted to save a couple of soldiers from going to serve, so I ran in there place instead. Because that was a time where the death rate in our country was extremely high, from military operations, it gave me this perspective on mentality in the Military. Now personally I don't like it, but I can understand what they do. They drill stuff over, and over, and over again, until you have it, but they only have 30 days to train you. But then you easily become so sure with what you do, that you don't have time to think about the 'what if's' in any given situation. "
"Let me show you something....sir."
The grandmaster played a projection of what just happened, and looked at Bitmite the whole time.
"The gun drill I did, was no illusion, but then you see me turn on the toy I have. Sorry if I didn't tell you I was right there any sooner. Anyways I have seen you around before, but what is your name, if you don't mind me asking? Do you have any more questions, or can I continue teaching? This is really all I do, and if I can't teach, then I can't do anything."
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Post by trueblaze on Jan 7, 2008 1:45:02 GMT -6
To say Bitmite was surprised when the real Dewei came out of no where and snatched away his gun would be an understatement. The grandmaster loosened his grip on the gun by squeezing on a certain pressure point, and used his other hand to press against the barrel, to turn the gun around, and instantly the barrel is facing your character, and it's armed in my hand
The Arms Master gave Dewei an annoyed glare as he was offered back his gun. With a slight "humph" sound he reached over and snatched the gun away sliding it back into the satchel.
"The only reason you're still standing is because this was training and not a real fight," Bitmite stated. "If this had been real you would have been dropped before you'd even seen me enter the room."
He stood quietly while Dewie spoke about his past and his teaching, though it was obvious he had no interest in what the man was saying. It wasn't until Dewei asked his name that he responded.
"The name's Bitmite," He replied smacking the gum in his mouth loudly. "And your Dewie right. Spare me the history lesson, I've already read all about you in the Intel files. Though obviously they could use a bit of updating."
Walking away he gave a dismissive wave, "Ya ya, get back to whoin' and hain' I've got real training to do."
Exiting the room he paused and glanced over at the man standing just outside.
"Bet'chu thought that was funny eh commander?"
G1 simply turned his head and shrugged, "Maybe a little. Though it doesn't hurt to watch the mighty Bitmite get humbled once and a while." He chuckled for a second then looked up seriously. "However, while we are here in Yoron WE are the guests. Your a high level officer and your actions reflect all of us. Considering how things turned out I think I'll for go formal punishment, but the next time you feel the urge to cock off, take a lap around the base instead. Is that understood?"
Bitmite stood quietly for a moment before responding plainly, "Yes sir."
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Jan 7, 2008 2:16:31 GMT -6
"The only reason you're still standing is because this was training and not a real fight," Bitmite stated. "If this had been real you would have been dropped before you'd even seen me enter the room."
The grandmaster had no choice but to nod. He spoke to his students regardless of what happened.
He stood quietly while Dewie spoke about his past and his teaching, though it was obvious he had no interest in what the man was saying. It wasn't until Dewei asked his name that he responded.
"The name's Bitmite," He replied smacking the gum in his mouth loudly. "And your Dewie right. Spare me the history lesson, I've already read all about you in the Intel files. Though obviously they could use a bit of updating."
"Bitmite, I apologize if you had received any misinformation. The last thing I want to do is fool people."
Walking away he gave a dismissive wave, "Ya ya, get back to whoin' and hain' I've got real training to do."
Exiting the room he paused and glanced over at the man standing just outside.
The grandmaster said to him as he left: "Ok, Bitmite. Hope to see you again soon."
As Bitmite left he heard a conversation as he was talking with his students. He understood that Bitmite was representing a higher level person, but this other voice was not amused. He also understood that Bitmite didn't mean anything he did, so the grandmaster was ok with it.
"Anyways class. That concludes training for today. Tommorow will be very similar, if anyone is interested in anything else, I will be free afterwards. I will just be cooking again, for the kitchen crew."
A student said in excitement: "Grandmaster, cook use some rolls again. You cook just as good as the other kitchen crew does, how do you do it?"
The grandmaster said "Magic. But don't have to call me grandmaster. You can just say hey you! if you want, or Dewei is fine. But tonight I will be cooking a dish that involves beef, and duck."
The student bowed, and people started to leave. The only person behind was a small thirteen year old boy. But he was doing self defense techniques in the air. He was really focused. The grandmaster packed up his equipment and caught sight of the boy, and he was just about to leave.
"You are still here? Class ended you know."
The boy didn't respond, and didn't even look at the grandmaster. He was out there in terms of doing his self defense techniques. The grandmaster finally found a possible student to inherit his martial arts style.
"Boy. Listen, what you doing here in first place? Very dangerous place to be. Everyone has reason to do something, or be somewhere. What your reason for being here, and what your reason doing martial arts? Are you a interested?"
The boy looks at the grandmaster, and still doesn't respond, but he looks like he wants to, and he heard everything the grandmaster said.
"Do you speak english?"
The boy nodded, but couldn't talk back.
"Can you hear me, but not talk?"
The boy nodded, and the grandmaster looked shocked. The grandmaster heard of a martial artist who was born mute, and became a living idol of the grandmaster. This martial artist had talent, and was treated like a hero. This kid would be something similar, in the grandmaster's mind, but the bad part was, he could never pass on his style through oral teaching, he wrote his style in a book, that had never been found to this day.
"Boy. We live in the age, where you can get a voice, and you will instantly learn how to talk, and know what people are saying, and learn how to respond. It would be easier for me, to teach you martial arts, but give you a voice as well. Very expensive, but I willing to do it, if want learn how I defend myself."
The boy cried, and he nodded quickly. He followed the grandmaster out, and he said to the boy: "We get you voice today. Promise. Then maybe I understand who you are, and what you doing here."
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