From the Foul Line Part 1
[B]The Hills of Yardrat-Prime[/B]
A GP officer gasped for breath on the edge of grassy hills beneath a crimson red sky. Blood stained his armor as he noted when lifting up his visor to check his wounds. His medkit had been left on his ship, long since crashed across the other side of the hill. Weakly, he drew out his communicator "This is Officer Blend. Stationed on Yardrat prime and requesting-hrrk-requesting immediate backup..."
On the other line, there was only static. The signal had not gone through. It was damaged in his crash. Sighing, but not wanting to give up just yet, he opted to try again. "This is Officer Blend. Stationed in..." he wheezed through blood-laden coughs. "On...Yardrat-Prime. Requesting backup from HQ if anyone can hear me...please..." he paused as he looked up.
A shadow had been cast over him. At first he'd hoped it was one of the natives, but it seemed he didn't have such luck. Besides they couldn't waste their time on him. If his fears were correct, they'd have a lot on their hands soon enough. No, this shadow...was far too tall for a Yardratian.
"I...Identify yourself!" Blend stammered.
"Be easy, officer..." the cloaked man answered. The officer couldn't make heads or tail of his race, though his vision was fading. "You're not doing too well. Sorry to say, but I don't have anything to help your wounds, though I wish it were otherwise."
"Heh, that's...that's fine..." the officer relaxed. "Figure I don't have long anyway." Even so, he was relieved that he wouldn't be finished off at the hands of an enemy.
"Where's your back up?" GP couldn't spare any officers for Yarddrat?" the cloaked man asked.
"We spared what we...could. Wasn't...wasn't enough. Stretched too....too thin," Blend huffed.
"The Galaxy is rife with havoc nowadays. Seems like it'll splinter at any moment..." the figure nodded.
"Yeah, no kidding..." the officer laughed, painful as it was to do so. "Really a shame I couldn't get a signal out to HQ...Yardrat's not prepared. Not for them..."
"..." the cloaked man looked past the hills thoughtfully for a moment. "What's your name, officer?"
"Bl...Blend," the officer informed the stranger. "Yours?"
"I'm a cast away, a drifter walking a lonely road...nothing more," the man replied, the wind picking up suddenly, causing his cloak to waver majestically in the wind.
"Um...o-okay?" Blend asked, confused by the sudden posturing.
"It was nice meeting you, blend but I don't like dawdling in one place for too long," the cloaked figure nodded, beginning to traverse the hills, only to feel a slight tug on his leg.
"Wait...buddy. Before you go...don't leave me like this," Blend wheezed. "Don't have long but...but...it hurts, y'know?"
The figure stopped for a moment and sighed, swinging a hand back as energy gathered within his palm. "You'll feel nothing. Rest in peace, friend..."
[B]BA-POW![/B]
***
Over the hills, two young Yardratians, a brother and sister, could see a light in the distance.They had seen the crash before, but what was this now? The younger of the two, the sister was beginning to get afraid, but her brother placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't be afraid, Skrt," he assured her. "If there's any danger, we've got instant transmission."
"B-but, Sirloi..." Skrt sniffed.
"Now, now, come on no crying," he smiled. "Let's finish our game he smiled, as he pat her on the back and led her back around to the court. In his other hand was an orange sphere, drawn with intricate black leylines. Where it came from and what power it wielded, the Yardratians did not know. But what they did understand was that the ball was made for one and one thing only; hoops.
The two made it back to the court. Blacktop, surrounded by a rusted gate with two old, but sturdy hoops on opposite ends. Sirloi passed it to Skrtand immediately reached for the ball, attempting to knock it out of her hands.
Skry squaled and clutched the ball in her hands diving under his arms.
"Travel!" Sirloi called out. "Remember to dribble!" He advised before placing two fingers onto his head and instantly transmitting before her as she made her way towards the basket. "I'll let it slide this time, 'cause you're still learning..and I'm 'bout to steal!"
And steal he did, catching the ball in the air as Skrt made her shot. Skrt frowned. That was the tough thing...she hadn't mastered IT and dribbling at once as her brother had. It was something she had to learn quickly if she ever wanted the upper hand.
Sirloi transmitted to the other side of the court, quickly, his sister quickly following behind him. With near blinding speed (for children) he flicked the ball upwards and smirked.
"Brick!" Skrrt called out with a laugh...and she wasn't wrong. The ball hit the backboard and subsequently rebounded over the gate.
"Are you for real?!" Sirloi grimaced, stomping the ground a little as he prepared to get the ball, but...someone had already caught it.
"Hmmph...throwing it recklessly...you're not even trying to use your wrist, kid," the cloaked man chuckled, spinning the ball on his finger a little.
The two Yardratian children looked overjoyed. "You're back! Lantro!" the brother and sister cheered as they marched up to the man, who tossed the ball back to Sirloi as he pulled back his dusted hood, revealing dark blond hair tied in a ponytail and a pitch back pair of dark shades.
"Seems, like it," the half-saiyan gave the two kids a weary smile. As he sighed. "So...how 'bout a pick-up game?"