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It's Not You, It's Me
The offer she put on the table was, in the most charitable reading, a way to salvage something from an argument she'd clearly stopped engaging with. Gehn sat with it for a moment before he made her feel even more like that drooling infant. “You've just proposed that the person who spent a...- Gehn
- Post #10
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It's Not You, It's Me
Gehn waited until she finished everything she had to say. “…Because you are acting like one,” he answered her, his eye sharper than it had been this entire time. “When I point out the catastrophic risks this has created, you don’t discuss it or how we might mitigate the risks. Instead, you...- Gehn
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It's Not You, It's Me
Tabelle. Gehn’s jaw set for a moment, and then he released his jaw. “I never told Tabelle about the Dragon Balls,” he answered Failure flatly. “When we got to Namek, maybe I’d have told her: but only when we understood her. We’d know her power by then, and we’d know if we could handle her if...- Gehn
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- Forum: Interstellar Market
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It's Not You, It's Me
“I am not trying to rush to Earth’s defense,” Gehn sighed and shook his head again. “I’ve never once said that. I would die if I went to face this ‘Bellak’ the news reports speak of. And being dead does no one any good, least of all Tabelle.” What comfort it would be, for her to know that he...- Gehn
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It's Not You, It's Me
Something about Failure seemed different in the days, weeks, following the battle with the machine labeled G-01. She looked at him differently. Her attention lingered in ways it hadn’t before. Gehn found himself staring back at her more often, wondering what she might be thinking, might be...- Gehn
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Whereabouts Unknown
Power level. Posture. Saiyan. The fact that he'd been standing there long enough for the broadcast to cycle more than once without looking at it. Gehn had chosen not to react, nothing about him seemed hostile, and that seemed to hold. He didn't look at Cardo when the man sat down on the stone...- Gehn
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- Forum: Interstellar Market
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Whereabouts Unknown
The screens above the commercial district were four stories tall. They float between towers, upon on projected light arrays, and cycled through advertisements or news briefs or entertainment feeds that changed every few minutes. The content shifted through a dozen languages at once with text...- Gehn
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Signal Noise: Legacy of Napyarn
Slowly, Gehn and Failure returned to the ground. The city block that saw most of the fighting had become something of a crater. It had expanded, from the Suppression Pulse and more, to something even larger and wider now. Gehn’s final Blackroot Cannon had, too, spread the devastation even...- Gehn
- Post #9
- Forum: Interstellar Market
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Signal Noise: Legacy of Napyarn
“Sixty-four!” Gehn’s voice boomed just as Failure counterattacked. Floating in the air, with his red aura raging around him and lashing out in all directions, appeared Gehn. With an arm cannon attached to his left, he held the blaster forward, the wrist-mounted rectangular barrel pointed down...- Gehn
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Just Scenery
Tabelle certainly spoke a lot, Gehn realized. He preferred that over the type that used very few words. He knew exactly, even over this less-than-ideal link, where she stood. How she felt. He could hear it in her voice and it carried an energy that reached clear across the stars. That she... -
Just Scenery
Gehn sat in silence and listened to the quiet static of the interstellar connection he shared, from the scouter in his head to the one on Tabelle’s ear back on Earth. He stared a hole not into the corner that Failure had rounded, but now a wall in the same chamber he sat within. Dim and dreary... -
The Vibrations In My Fists
Patiently, Gehn listened. The setting sun cast its light across them and Gehn noticed, too, the bruises on her now-exposed arms. Before, with the white gloves and the tight bodysuit worn under all Saiyan armor, it had been covered. Now, after she changed, he could see. It surprised him to think... -
The Vibrations In My Fists
Gehn ate directly from the serving platters, the table itself all but covered in scraps and stains and crumbs. It looked like a battle of its own had taken place, with one of the pitchers of drink tipped over and only water remaining. Even the remaining water surprised Gehn, he expected almost... -
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She wanted to go somewhere. She wanted to get off world, outside the cradle of Humanity’s civilization, and experience something she could never experience on Earth. Gehn thought about it for a few moments. He had come to appreciate Earth far more than he ever anticipated. Yet, here she was... -
The Vibrations In My Fists
Didn’t dodge. Too weak, then. Gehn’s fists clenched hard enough to shake for a moment, and then loosened. He made them loosen. With a defeated breath, he reached for the bandages rolled up in his nose. The pain struck sharp when he touched one, enough that his eyes watered, but he pulled the... -
A Prior Engagement
The scouter on his ear chirped with distance markers as Gehn flew. Green numbers scrolled inside the glass: eight kilometers to the spaceport, seven, six. The wind roared past and pressed his shirt flat against his chest. His aura crackled and spat, uneven. A consequence of muscles that hadn't... -
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A hundred questions. Gehn exhaled through his nose — not quite a laugh, but adjacent. He couldn't remember the last time someone wanted to talk to him about logistics. Not even Gehn wanted to. Even Buck's eyes glazed when the subject turned to engine classes and fuel efficiency and the... -
The Vibrations In My Fists
The fist caught him just after the drop, he felt blood streamer out of his nostrils, and consciousness left him before he completely hit the ground. Then, suddenly, he bolted upright with a star and threw a fist forward. It whistled through the air as Gehn found himself upright, nostrils... -
The Moon is Haunted
“The pigmentation can be controlled,” Gehn answered with a nod even as the red light washed up over Failure, lifting her dress and sending a modest gust of wind throughout the room – enough to scatter paper, if it weren’t full of glass tablets and screens instead. “Mine appears primarily as a...- Gehn
- Post #15
- Forum: Interstellar Market
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Just Scenery
Static first, then a click, then breathing that wasn't his own. Gehn sat in one of the offices he had claimed as a workspace — Avondall's secondary lab, stripped of the equipment that made it feel like a medical facility and refitted with his surprisingly high-quality chair, a desk dragged from...
