Aug 12, 2024 7:29:43 GMT
Post by Liek on Aug 12, 2024 7:29:43 GMT
The cold northern winds ruffled the hair of the teenaged Fury Knight called Liek Galswith as he sat among the peaks of the mountain, whipping around him as if to test his resolve. But he remained as still as stone, his honed muscles not allowing him to budged from where he sat with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, palms turned skywards. His blue eyes, typically fierce and focused, were currently closed, the fiery spirit of determination within him calmed. The world around him was quiet, as if holding it’s breath, waiting.
Even among those who had borne the Title of Fury Knight Liek was far from ordinary. The Fury Knights and Knight Lords had been known for always being an eccentric sort, even ate the peak of their numbers, when there had been thousands in their ranks, the penchant for individuality among the ranks had been legendary, with each making modifications to their armour to identify them. It wasn’t unusual for younger Knights to use their seniors modifications as a basis for their own, making lineages of student and teacher going back hundreds of years clearly distinguishable among their ranks.
And among that, Liek stood as the most unique. He didn’t wear the armour of the Fury, having refined the Furiemshinken into a martial art that used Ki as a basis for drawing our Orgone, rather then technology like the Fury of old. His clothes bore no indicators of the Knight who trained him, both respecting and distancing himself from the ancient tradition, honouring that the masters of the old forms Furiemshinken where long passed, while marking himself as the potential progenitor of a whole new form.
To add to that he’d pushed into frontiers no practitioner of the Furiemshinken had ever believed possible; he’d discovered the secrets to telepathy, something his predecessors thought to be relegated to the realm of science fiction. And yet he had done it! And more! He’d pushed the boundaries of this Version Three Furiemshinken, and applied his ki-based connection to the Orgone and projected his consciousness into the Orgone Layer itself!
The Orgone Layer… the Fury knew it existed, they had confirmed it scientifically after discovering their own version of the Scientific Method but nothing they ever tried had permitted them direct access. Theologians had debated whether even trying was blasphemy, but unlike many Earth religions, no Fury tradition had any tales of those who sought to reach the Gods being punished for their hubris, so most held that the Dragon Gods considered the barrier between the material plane and the Orgone Layer to be a challenge for the Fury to overcome.
And the first to succeed in anyway had been Liek, who wasn’t even Fury by blood.
There, in that sacred place, he had encountered one of those Dragon Gods. Volda, the Dragon God of Darkness, the Destroyer, Bringer of Death, the Restful Night, Arbiter of Honourable Combat and Guide of the Dead. The first time the Dragon’s mere visage overwhelmed Liek’s senses and consciousness, making him pass out within seconds of entering the Orgone Layer. The second time he had managed to maintain his senses for a few moments longer, giving the Dragon God time to speak.
Liek’s purpose in this remote place was to further hone this connection, to reinforce his will and extend the time he can spend mentally immersed in the Orgone Layer, to ‘widen’ the connection so that it took less effort on his part to push up into the Orgone Layer and so hold an actual conversation with the God. Not because he believed he was worthy of special treatment, but because of the challenge it presented. His Saiyan blood burned with anticipation of the day he could hold the connection at will. His Demon side salivated at the potential applications and advantages of the ability. And the Knight simply refused to back down from a challenge that had the possibility of success.
To accomplish this he was avoiding fully sending his consciousness through the doorway to the Orgone Layer, but still tapping into it and following the flowing tendrils of Orgone that linked all living things, allowing his senses to guide his will through the connections and move from person to person, touching their minds and hearing the briefest of their surface thoughts, taking in only the faintest impression, not even full words, just their emotions in that moment, then moving on. Far to the West he felt Korin’s mind, the immortal feline seemingly taking a nap. To the East he felt several members of his Tri-Stars enjoying some downtime together and to the South he felt Roshi’s noticing his mental touch and encouragement.
And to the North he felt… things that made his skin crawl and bile to rise to his throat. Such dark thoughts and intentions, ranging the spectrum between pure greed, to hunger for power, to selfish desire and far worse. The sensations where not coming from just anywhere in the North either, but from North City in particular. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Even with that quick global survey he could tell that minds with dark thoughts where not uncommon. Logically he knew most of those minds would be criminals out to sate whatever thirst they had that could not be sated through legal activities. That such people existed made the youth sick to his stomach, but he also knew such lowlifes where inevitable. The Fury had them as well, although they managed to mitigate their impact some with the Shadows, who, although dishonourable, where a means by which to allow those who would have turned to crime to turn their flaws towards the betterment of Fury Society, with oversight by the Knights, of course.
But for so many to be congregating in a single city? Something was terribly wrong.
The sound of his communicator beeping brought the teen abruptly back to awareness and he inhaled sharply. Sighing in frustration at losing his focus he pulled out the device and activated it, revealing the number of the King himself. The young man raised an eyebrow in surprise, having never expected to be contacted directly by the monarch of Earth. After joining the Earth Defence Force he’d expected any orders from the King to reach him through General Akubra, given that’s how chains of command where supposed to work.
Pressing the button to accept the call he lifted the device to his ear and answered, “Liek, here.”
“I’m glad I could reach you, young man. This is the King.” The Monarch said through the device, “I am sorry to bypass the regular channels but I have a mission of utmost importance for you, something that needs to be taken care of with great force, but more discretion then an entire platoon of the Earth Defence Force’s finest descending from on high.”
“And if you send the order down through the chain the wrong ears could hear it, or do something to compromise things before the General could pass it on to me?” Liek surmised, “Understood, Sir. So what are you asking me to do exactly?”
“There is… a serious problem within the North City Police Department.” The King began, “Not long ago I had a mercenary attend to the matter and they performed admirably, ambushing a large number of corrupt officers, including the Chief at the time, and apprehending them.” The monarch sighed, “Unfortunately the aftermath did not go as planned, most of the officers got off scott free, many even returning to their old positions due to some… suspiciously well paid lawyers. The Chief retired citing ‘undue stress’ caused by the ‘false’ allegations. To make matters worse, most of the young officers who helped the mercenary where transferred to different departments by administrative staff.”
Liek frowned. Corruption that deep didn’t happen overnight and he wasn’t sure he had the means to deal with that kind of corruption himself. Ousting the corrupt individuals in the department’s administration would require legal avenues that the young man simply knew nothing about. He was about to ask about that when the King started to speak again, “I have some reliable people working on things behind the scenes, but it will take time to deal with the rats in the administration. For now we just need someone to put the fear of Kami into the no good scumbags making a mockery of our law enforcement.”
After a pause in which the King took a breath, clearly upset by the whole situation, “That is where you come in. The mercenary has too many easily recognisable features, and you are the only one of comparable strength and moral character I know who can do the job. Track down as many of the scum as you can and make them regret their choices, just don’t end their lives.”
“Wouldn’t assaulting officers, even corrupt ones, land me in a whole lot of legal trouble though?” Liek asked, genuinely concerned. He was fairly sure that he’d face court martial from the Earth Defence Force at best, if not become a hunted criminal for doing that. Worst case scenario he’d have to flee the planet to avoid the consequences of doing the right thing.
“I can assure you, that you will not. I am the Commander in Chief even if Commander Sento is the active commander. I could just veto any calls for a court martial and pardon you of any charges…” The King explained, “But that’s only if I was asking you to do this in total secrecy. But…” The King trailed off, leave the hook out for Liek to catch.
“Fine.” Liek replied, innocent people where being hurt by these rogue officers and the Knight within wouldn’t stand for it, “I’m in.”
The King chuckled, “Welcome to Task Force Peccary, Liek.” The youth could almost hear the grin coming from the King.
Some hours later Liek stood atop a tower in the heart of North City. His body was clad not in his usual attire, but instead an armour like costume that concealed his appearance and face. The suit was predominantly white with red outlines, save for some black on the inner thighs and abdominal region. His shoulders, shins and forearms where covered in plates coloured white with red details while his head and face where covered by a helmet with a vertical grill face plate, and swept back spines from the ear region. Flowing behind him was a cape coloured white on the outside and red on the inside.
The reason for the strange costume was part of the plan the King and had cooked up with his strategy team. The teen ran the conversation over in his head once more…
“As I said, we can’t do anything about the traitors in the administration until they can be identified and evidence compiled against them.” The King had explained, “But the traitors on the streets are another matter. Liek, with your power you should be able to handle anything they throw at you. Knock out any you come across so the federal police in Task Force Peccary can bring them in.”
“How do we know we can trust your feds?” Liek had asked.
“I’ve verified their reliability myself. I’d trust each one with the keys to the national treasure while the security systems where shut down.” Was the King’s response, “Now, Liek, it wouldn’t do for you to reveal your identity. Wear something that keeps your identity obscure, a costume with a full head covering helmet would work best. And be sure not to use your name!” The King warned.
Liek had taken the instruction to heart and had cobbled together the costume in record time from various things that had been lying around in the cabin. Most of which had all been right next to each other in a very deliberate fashion, almost like the youth had been putting together the costume for some time now. But that couldn’t be the case right?
Looking down he saw that the stage was set, four cars worth of officers that IFF system in the helmet marked out for the youth as corrupt, using data the King had provided. He had been watching the situation unfold from the start waiting for the moment his intervention would be justified. Simply striking randomly and declaring the cops corrupt wouldn’t have any lasting effect. No, he needed to wait until the corruption was clearly apparent.
Bystanders where present, their cell phones out and recording. When the officers noticed they approached the filmers and attempted to get them to stop, falsely asserting that it was a violation. Those filming didn’t buy into the officer’s words and pushed back. Apparently the officers decided the battle wasn’t worth fighting and changed tactics, using a combination of their bodies and their cruisers to block the view of them and the person they where harassing.
From what Liek could make out of the situation with his telepathy was that the person the officers where attacking was genuinely innocent of any crimes, they had simply been walking down the street when the officers descended on him. From the officers minds he learned that the innocent party had recently started dating a woman one of the officers was keen on, and to that officer that was justification for the beating they where about to deliver, and the other officers where all to willing to help.
No, not officers. They didn’t deserve to be called by such an honourable title… Thugs… they where thugs.
The lead thug lifted an arm, a baton in hand, as the innocent man cowered in fear. The thug laughed with a cruel grin on his face, equally cruel words leaving his mouth before bringing his arm down. Some of those filming could see the vile act in motion and gasped in horror in disgust… only for this declarations to turn to confusion and amazement as the thugs arm stopped in mid air, a gloved hand holding it in place.
For a moment silence passed over the scene as everyone stared at the newcomer in shock, after all he had just appeared out of nowhere and stopped an act of brutality before it could even truly begin. The costumed figure’s cape billowed out behind him as the light of the streetlamps reflected between the grilled bars covering the front of their helmet, the figure’s hand tightly gripping the lead thug’s wrist. Then the figure spoke, “Such a despicable act from one sworn to protect and serve! Your black hearts are laid bare for all to see, Villains!” The figure shifted their weight and with seemingly no effort threw the thug he was holding towards the other oathbreakers.
The figure held his arm up high, cape billowing once again, “Sworn Defender of the Innocent!” He brought his arm down in front of him, elbow bent so his fist was still skyward before seeping it out to the side, “Faithful Knight of Justice!” He brought both arms straight out in front of him, hands clasped, then spun both arms around before holding the left out dynamically and the right in a showing guard position. “I AM.” He started when suddenly a white explosion erupted behind him, and the innocent he was protecting as he proclaimed, “THE GREAT SAIYAKNIGHT!!”
There was a moment of baffled silence as oathbreaker and bystander alike tried to process what in the world was happening right now, with the innocent victim staring at the back of the saviour, and where the explosion had gone off right next to them, wondering if he was actually safe right now. The silence was broken by one of the oathbreakers raising his arm, with a device attached to it and yelling, “More like Saiya-Dead!” And firing a blast directly at the costumed figure.
The crowd gasped as the energy ball left the barrel of the blaster and then some nearly lost their phones as the figure caught the ball with one hand. Everyone present had seen officers like that and others use such blasters to dramatic effect in previous altercations, either with their own eyes or through videos circulating online. They had seen the damage it could do… and this weirdo had just caught it with his hand?!
“You would wield such power in the pursuit of evil?” SaiyaKnight questioned with fury in his voice, the ki ball crackling angrily in his hand, blue eyes flashed in the visor of his helmet as he shouted, “You are a disgrace to the uniform you wear! Prepare thy posterior to receive the punishment for you dishonourable actions today and before!” With that declaration the costumed figure clenched his fist and crushed the ki ball from existence.
“...Oh shit.” Was all of the oathbreakers managed to say before SaiyaKnight unleashed his fury on them. The lead thug fell in an instant, SaiyaKnight’s knee catching him under the jaw and rendering him out cold. The one with the ki blaster was next, followed swiftly by two others with ki blasters as each received a ki blast from SaiyaKnight, blowing them off their feet. All hell broke loose as the remaining oathbreakers realised four of their number had been dropped in less then a second, the bystanders staring in bewildered excitement.
One tried to catch SaiyaKnight by surprise from behind, swinging their baton, only to find themselves flying through the air and bowling over two of their allies who where trying to draw their guns, all three being knocked out by the action. Bullets few as two others succeeding in drawing their weapons but the costumed warrior vanished, one lucky bystander catching both the disappearance and reappearance in the same shot as SaiyaKnight grabbed the two oathbreakers by their faces, lifted them into the air and slammed both of them into the pavement.
The last three looked at each other before one declared, “Oh, fuck this!!” And all three turned and started to run. They didn’t make it far before SaiyaKnight warped in front of them, much to their chagrin, the hooting, hollering and roaring cheers of bystanders at their backs not helping their moods one bit. One decided to go all in on trying to get passed SaiyaKnight and threw a punch that the costumed fighter easily avoided and then countered with a swift fist to the oathbreaker’s stomach. Even before that one hit the ground SaiyaKnight was moving again, appearing in front of the two remaining as they attempted to use the previous one’s attack as a distraction. SaiyaKnight propelled himself forward with his arms out stretched, catching both across the chest and blowing them back, sending them sprawling into a heap alongside the one they had abandoned.
Taking a moment to breath SaiyaKnight took a moment to survey the scene, the traitors where all defeated and the innocent man was being helped by some well meaning bystanders. Other bystanders with their phones out where running towards him and he could hear the questions from their mouths and minds. But his job here was complete for today, and he could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. It was time to leave.
With one fist extended ahead of him the costumed warrior took to the skies before disappearing in a sonic boom.
“Well done, Liek.” The King said over the phone, “Those traitors never saw you coming and won’t soon forget what you did. It’s even had an impact on the ones not present for your debut.” The King laughed, “And the videos are going viral! The outrage online over the corruption was already considerable, and all that outrage has turned into support for the SaiyaKnight’s actions! Some have even started to compare you to that hero two hundred years ago with a similar name!” There was a pause as the King sighed happily, “Some of the traitors have already handed in their resignations. Sure, not as satisfying as putting them away, but at least they wont dirty the name of our police departments any longer.”
“I’ll keep pitching in when I can, your Majesty.” Liek replied.
“And I thank you for that, Liek.” The King replied, “Truly, on behalf of all of Earth, Thank you for your contributions!”
As the youth disconnected the call he muttered, “Hmm… I need to think up more poses...”
WC: 3,433
PL: 81,562
Weighted PL: 20,390.5
Zenny: 23,198
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Quest Rewards: 30% Bonus to PL and Zenny for first 3000 words
Total Bonus: 115% Bonus to PL and 37.5% to Zenny for first 3000 words
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny after 3000 words
Even among those who had borne the Title of Fury Knight Liek was far from ordinary. The Fury Knights and Knight Lords had been known for always being an eccentric sort, even ate the peak of their numbers, when there had been thousands in their ranks, the penchant for individuality among the ranks had been legendary, with each making modifications to their armour to identify them. It wasn’t unusual for younger Knights to use their seniors modifications as a basis for their own, making lineages of student and teacher going back hundreds of years clearly distinguishable among their ranks.
And among that, Liek stood as the most unique. He didn’t wear the armour of the Fury, having refined the Furiemshinken into a martial art that used Ki as a basis for drawing our Orgone, rather then technology like the Fury of old. His clothes bore no indicators of the Knight who trained him, both respecting and distancing himself from the ancient tradition, honouring that the masters of the old forms Furiemshinken where long passed, while marking himself as the potential progenitor of a whole new form.
To add to that he’d pushed into frontiers no practitioner of the Furiemshinken had ever believed possible; he’d discovered the secrets to telepathy, something his predecessors thought to be relegated to the realm of science fiction. And yet he had done it! And more! He’d pushed the boundaries of this Version Three Furiemshinken, and applied his ki-based connection to the Orgone and projected his consciousness into the Orgone Layer itself!
The Orgone Layer… the Fury knew it existed, they had confirmed it scientifically after discovering their own version of the Scientific Method but nothing they ever tried had permitted them direct access. Theologians had debated whether even trying was blasphemy, but unlike many Earth religions, no Fury tradition had any tales of those who sought to reach the Gods being punished for their hubris, so most held that the Dragon Gods considered the barrier between the material plane and the Orgone Layer to be a challenge for the Fury to overcome.
And the first to succeed in anyway had been Liek, who wasn’t even Fury by blood.
There, in that sacred place, he had encountered one of those Dragon Gods. Volda, the Dragon God of Darkness, the Destroyer, Bringer of Death, the Restful Night, Arbiter of Honourable Combat and Guide of the Dead. The first time the Dragon’s mere visage overwhelmed Liek’s senses and consciousness, making him pass out within seconds of entering the Orgone Layer. The second time he had managed to maintain his senses for a few moments longer, giving the Dragon God time to speak.
Liek’s purpose in this remote place was to further hone this connection, to reinforce his will and extend the time he can spend mentally immersed in the Orgone Layer, to ‘widen’ the connection so that it took less effort on his part to push up into the Orgone Layer and so hold an actual conversation with the God. Not because he believed he was worthy of special treatment, but because of the challenge it presented. His Saiyan blood burned with anticipation of the day he could hold the connection at will. His Demon side salivated at the potential applications and advantages of the ability. And the Knight simply refused to back down from a challenge that had the possibility of success.
To accomplish this he was avoiding fully sending his consciousness through the doorway to the Orgone Layer, but still tapping into it and following the flowing tendrils of Orgone that linked all living things, allowing his senses to guide his will through the connections and move from person to person, touching their minds and hearing the briefest of their surface thoughts, taking in only the faintest impression, not even full words, just their emotions in that moment, then moving on. Far to the West he felt Korin’s mind, the immortal feline seemingly taking a nap. To the East he felt several members of his Tri-Stars enjoying some downtime together and to the South he felt Roshi’s noticing his mental touch and encouragement.
And to the North he felt… things that made his skin crawl and bile to rise to his throat. Such dark thoughts and intentions, ranging the spectrum between pure greed, to hunger for power, to selfish desire and far worse. The sensations where not coming from just anywhere in the North either, but from North City in particular. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Even with that quick global survey he could tell that minds with dark thoughts where not uncommon. Logically he knew most of those minds would be criminals out to sate whatever thirst they had that could not be sated through legal activities. That such people existed made the youth sick to his stomach, but he also knew such lowlifes where inevitable. The Fury had them as well, although they managed to mitigate their impact some with the Shadows, who, although dishonourable, where a means by which to allow those who would have turned to crime to turn their flaws towards the betterment of Fury Society, with oversight by the Knights, of course.
But for so many to be congregating in a single city? Something was terribly wrong.
The sound of his communicator beeping brought the teen abruptly back to awareness and he inhaled sharply. Sighing in frustration at losing his focus he pulled out the device and activated it, revealing the number of the King himself. The young man raised an eyebrow in surprise, having never expected to be contacted directly by the monarch of Earth. After joining the Earth Defence Force he’d expected any orders from the King to reach him through General Akubra, given that’s how chains of command where supposed to work.
Pressing the button to accept the call he lifted the device to his ear and answered, “Liek, here.”
“I’m glad I could reach you, young man. This is the King.” The Monarch said through the device, “I am sorry to bypass the regular channels but I have a mission of utmost importance for you, something that needs to be taken care of with great force, but more discretion then an entire platoon of the Earth Defence Force’s finest descending from on high.”
“And if you send the order down through the chain the wrong ears could hear it, or do something to compromise things before the General could pass it on to me?” Liek surmised, “Understood, Sir. So what are you asking me to do exactly?”
“There is… a serious problem within the North City Police Department.” The King began, “Not long ago I had a mercenary attend to the matter and they performed admirably, ambushing a large number of corrupt officers, including the Chief at the time, and apprehending them.” The monarch sighed, “Unfortunately the aftermath did not go as planned, most of the officers got off scott free, many even returning to their old positions due to some… suspiciously well paid lawyers. The Chief retired citing ‘undue stress’ caused by the ‘false’ allegations. To make matters worse, most of the young officers who helped the mercenary where transferred to different departments by administrative staff.”
Liek frowned. Corruption that deep didn’t happen overnight and he wasn’t sure he had the means to deal with that kind of corruption himself. Ousting the corrupt individuals in the department’s administration would require legal avenues that the young man simply knew nothing about. He was about to ask about that when the King started to speak again, “I have some reliable people working on things behind the scenes, but it will take time to deal with the rats in the administration. For now we just need someone to put the fear of Kami into the no good scumbags making a mockery of our law enforcement.”
After a pause in which the King took a breath, clearly upset by the whole situation, “That is where you come in. The mercenary has too many easily recognisable features, and you are the only one of comparable strength and moral character I know who can do the job. Track down as many of the scum as you can and make them regret their choices, just don’t end their lives.”
“Wouldn’t assaulting officers, even corrupt ones, land me in a whole lot of legal trouble though?” Liek asked, genuinely concerned. He was fairly sure that he’d face court martial from the Earth Defence Force at best, if not become a hunted criminal for doing that. Worst case scenario he’d have to flee the planet to avoid the consequences of doing the right thing.
“I can assure you, that you will not. I am the Commander in Chief even if Commander Sento is the active commander. I could just veto any calls for a court martial and pardon you of any charges…” The King explained, “But that’s only if I was asking you to do this in total secrecy. But…” The King trailed off, leave the hook out for Liek to catch.
“Fine.” Liek replied, innocent people where being hurt by these rogue officers and the Knight within wouldn’t stand for it, “I’m in.”
The King chuckled, “Welcome to Task Force Peccary, Liek.” The youth could almost hear the grin coming from the King.
-----
Some hours later Liek stood atop a tower in the heart of North City. His body was clad not in his usual attire, but instead an armour like costume that concealed his appearance and face. The suit was predominantly white with red outlines, save for some black on the inner thighs and abdominal region. His shoulders, shins and forearms where covered in plates coloured white with red details while his head and face where covered by a helmet with a vertical grill face plate, and swept back spines from the ear region. Flowing behind him was a cape coloured white on the outside and red on the inside.
The reason for the strange costume was part of the plan the King and had cooked up with his strategy team. The teen ran the conversation over in his head once more…
“As I said, we can’t do anything about the traitors in the administration until they can be identified and evidence compiled against them.” The King had explained, “But the traitors on the streets are another matter. Liek, with your power you should be able to handle anything they throw at you. Knock out any you come across so the federal police in Task Force Peccary can bring them in.”
“How do we know we can trust your feds?” Liek had asked.
“I’ve verified their reliability myself. I’d trust each one with the keys to the national treasure while the security systems where shut down.” Was the King’s response, “Now, Liek, it wouldn’t do for you to reveal your identity. Wear something that keeps your identity obscure, a costume with a full head covering helmet would work best. And be sure not to use your name!” The King warned.
Liek had taken the instruction to heart and had cobbled together the costume in record time from various things that had been lying around in the cabin. Most of which had all been right next to each other in a very deliberate fashion, almost like the youth had been putting together the costume for some time now. But that couldn’t be the case right?
Looking down he saw that the stage was set, four cars worth of officers that IFF system in the helmet marked out for the youth as corrupt, using data the King had provided. He had been watching the situation unfold from the start waiting for the moment his intervention would be justified. Simply striking randomly and declaring the cops corrupt wouldn’t have any lasting effect. No, he needed to wait until the corruption was clearly apparent.
Bystanders where present, their cell phones out and recording. When the officers noticed they approached the filmers and attempted to get them to stop, falsely asserting that it was a violation. Those filming didn’t buy into the officer’s words and pushed back. Apparently the officers decided the battle wasn’t worth fighting and changed tactics, using a combination of their bodies and their cruisers to block the view of them and the person they where harassing.
From what Liek could make out of the situation with his telepathy was that the person the officers where attacking was genuinely innocent of any crimes, they had simply been walking down the street when the officers descended on him. From the officers minds he learned that the innocent party had recently started dating a woman one of the officers was keen on, and to that officer that was justification for the beating they where about to deliver, and the other officers where all to willing to help.
No, not officers. They didn’t deserve to be called by such an honourable title… Thugs… they where thugs.
The lead thug lifted an arm, a baton in hand, as the innocent man cowered in fear. The thug laughed with a cruel grin on his face, equally cruel words leaving his mouth before bringing his arm down. Some of those filming could see the vile act in motion and gasped in horror in disgust… only for this declarations to turn to confusion and amazement as the thugs arm stopped in mid air, a gloved hand holding it in place.
For a moment silence passed over the scene as everyone stared at the newcomer in shock, after all he had just appeared out of nowhere and stopped an act of brutality before it could even truly begin. The costumed figure’s cape billowed out behind him as the light of the streetlamps reflected between the grilled bars covering the front of their helmet, the figure’s hand tightly gripping the lead thug’s wrist. Then the figure spoke, “Such a despicable act from one sworn to protect and serve! Your black hearts are laid bare for all to see, Villains!” The figure shifted their weight and with seemingly no effort threw the thug he was holding towards the other oathbreakers.
The figure held his arm up high, cape billowing once again, “Sworn Defender of the Innocent!” He brought his arm down in front of him, elbow bent so his fist was still skyward before seeping it out to the side, “Faithful Knight of Justice!” He brought both arms straight out in front of him, hands clasped, then spun both arms around before holding the left out dynamically and the right in a showing guard position. “I AM.” He started when suddenly a white explosion erupted behind him, and the innocent he was protecting as he proclaimed, “THE GREAT SAIYAKNIGHT!!”
There was a moment of baffled silence as oathbreaker and bystander alike tried to process what in the world was happening right now, with the innocent victim staring at the back of the saviour, and where the explosion had gone off right next to them, wondering if he was actually safe right now. The silence was broken by one of the oathbreakers raising his arm, with a device attached to it and yelling, “More like Saiya-Dead!” And firing a blast directly at the costumed figure.
The crowd gasped as the energy ball left the barrel of the blaster and then some nearly lost their phones as the figure caught the ball with one hand. Everyone present had seen officers like that and others use such blasters to dramatic effect in previous altercations, either with their own eyes or through videos circulating online. They had seen the damage it could do… and this weirdo had just caught it with his hand?!
“You would wield such power in the pursuit of evil?” SaiyaKnight questioned with fury in his voice, the ki ball crackling angrily in his hand, blue eyes flashed in the visor of his helmet as he shouted, “You are a disgrace to the uniform you wear! Prepare thy posterior to receive the punishment for you dishonourable actions today and before!” With that declaration the costumed figure clenched his fist and crushed the ki ball from existence.
“...Oh shit.” Was all of the oathbreakers managed to say before SaiyaKnight unleashed his fury on them. The lead thug fell in an instant, SaiyaKnight’s knee catching him under the jaw and rendering him out cold. The one with the ki blaster was next, followed swiftly by two others with ki blasters as each received a ki blast from SaiyaKnight, blowing them off their feet. All hell broke loose as the remaining oathbreakers realised four of their number had been dropped in less then a second, the bystanders staring in bewildered excitement.
One tried to catch SaiyaKnight by surprise from behind, swinging their baton, only to find themselves flying through the air and bowling over two of their allies who where trying to draw their guns, all three being knocked out by the action. Bullets few as two others succeeding in drawing their weapons but the costumed warrior vanished, one lucky bystander catching both the disappearance and reappearance in the same shot as SaiyaKnight grabbed the two oathbreakers by their faces, lifted them into the air and slammed both of them into the pavement.
The last three looked at each other before one declared, “Oh, fuck this!!” And all three turned and started to run. They didn’t make it far before SaiyaKnight warped in front of them, much to their chagrin, the hooting, hollering and roaring cheers of bystanders at their backs not helping their moods one bit. One decided to go all in on trying to get passed SaiyaKnight and threw a punch that the costumed fighter easily avoided and then countered with a swift fist to the oathbreaker’s stomach. Even before that one hit the ground SaiyaKnight was moving again, appearing in front of the two remaining as they attempted to use the previous one’s attack as a distraction. SaiyaKnight propelled himself forward with his arms out stretched, catching both across the chest and blowing them back, sending them sprawling into a heap alongside the one they had abandoned.
Taking a moment to breath SaiyaKnight took a moment to survey the scene, the traitors where all defeated and the innocent man was being helped by some well meaning bystanders. Other bystanders with their phones out where running towards him and he could hear the questions from their mouths and minds. But his job here was complete for today, and he could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. It was time to leave.
With one fist extended ahead of him the costumed warrior took to the skies before disappearing in a sonic boom.
-----
“Well done, Liek.” The King said over the phone, “Those traitors never saw you coming and won’t soon forget what you did. It’s even had an impact on the ones not present for your debut.” The King laughed, “And the videos are going viral! The outrage online over the corruption was already considerable, and all that outrage has turned into support for the SaiyaKnight’s actions! Some have even started to compare you to that hero two hundred years ago with a similar name!” There was a pause as the King sighed happily, “Some of the traitors have already handed in their resignations. Sure, not as satisfying as putting them away, but at least they wont dirty the name of our police departments any longer.”
“I’ll keep pitching in when I can, your Majesty.” Liek replied.
“And I thank you for that, Liek.” The King replied, “Truly, on behalf of all of Earth, Thank you for your contributions!”
As the youth disconnected the call he muttered, “Hmm… I need to think up more poses...”
WC: 3,433
PL: 81,562
Weighted PL: 20,390.5
Zenny: 23,198
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Quest Rewards: 30% Bonus to PL and Zenny for first 3000 words
Total Bonus: 115% Bonus to PL and 37.5% to Zenny for first 3000 words
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny after 3000 words
