[h2]Shazay Jordan, Dusty's Driver Seat, Athas[/h2]
"Hey, if you don't like it, you can [i]walk[/i]. If you really don't want to sit in the bed, I can set the tarp up, but then we're gonna have to take it down when we get to our stop."

Shazay motioned  to a heavy pile of cloth, dumped towards the backside of the truck bed. It looked relatively clean, but parts of it were nearly threadbare from sand damage. It appeared to have been previously draped over an [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091204100119/borderlands/images/thumb/1/13/Weapon_Crate.png/500px-Weapon_Crate.png]exotic-looking crate with three rotating handles.[/url]

"Unless you got anything else to bitch about, getcher ass on. We've got two jobs today, and neither of them I wanna do at noon."
The time on the radio read "6:00 AM". Athas was not a very nice place.
"Since the passenger seat's been replaced with another fuel tank, both of you're gonna sit in the back. Open the crate an' grab a weapon, else you're gonna look like a damn fool when we get to hunting."




[h2]Class of Ginyu 20XX, Thunderdome, Nanotrasen Central Command Station[/h2]
Deep in space, on the edge of a suspiciously-abandoned station, was a location of infamous repute. A location where the gods played games with the lives and souls of mortals. A location where the furious dead congregated to beseech the powers that be. A location unreachable by mortal hands. A location that has come only to be known as... The Thunderdome.

Bare plasteel flooring and impenetrable walls surrounded The Thunderdome, and though it never received any fresh air or electricity, it was well-lit and well-aerated. The stench of blood, human waste, and machine oil hung in the air like the awkward pause after a class-six biohazard announcement.

Presently, there were six people in The Thunderdome. Captain Ginyu, and his class. Five soldiers from Shocker+, who had spent the last 24 hours (about fifty shifts on the station) revelling in the banal chaos that is life aboard Space Station 13. There was a tense hush, as the students waited for Ginyu to speak.

Ginyu glared at the assembly of students, eyeing every student in turn with a look of absolute distaste. His gaze stopped at Xipe Tezcat, the Scientist. A toothy grin crossed Ginyu's face, and his eyebrows arched in glee.

"You," he said, pointing to Xipe, "attack me."
Xipe complied. Howling a battlecry, he charged at Ginyu, and attacked! Right as he felt that his fist was about to connect, Xipe was stopped by [i]something[/i] invisibly hovering just in front of Ginyu's face. Ginyu's hands hung limply at his side.

"Look at your hands," Ginyu said, chuckling lightly.

Xipe did as he was told, and moved his hands in front of his face. Only... there was nothing there! Xipe's hands [i]also[i] hung limply at his side.

"[i]This[/i] is why I brought you here. You may have noticed that you cannot move your arms anymore. This is false: you [i]can[/i] move your arms-- their physical form no longer matches their [i]actual[/i] form. Those useless noodles you consider [i]arms[/i] are not real. If you were to put them against a surface, they would slide through."

Ginyu lunged forward, and delivered a powerful blow to Xipe's chest, without even moving his hands!
"Your [i]actual[/i] hands are still fully under your control. You will unconsciously recognize where they are, and you can still move and feel with them. The enemy, however, will be completely blind to what you're doing. This extends to all objects you are holding in your hands-- they will appear in your "fake" hands, but will still affect the world as if you were holding them in your [i]real[/i] hands."

A small black prism appeared in Ginyu's left hand. With an almost-certainly-copyrighted "[i]BSHEEYOWN[/i]" noise, a sabre-like blade made of energy extended from the prism. Suddenly, Xipe's labcoat fell to tatters, as if it had been cut by something!

"Didn't see that coming, did you? There are a number of changes you have underwent, but these 'astral limbs' are by far the most noticeable. You, my students, are now [b]Robust[/b]. The effects are temporary... [i]one day for every five shifts you've been a part of[/i]. Go back to your headquarters, show your superiors your majestic new abilities, and [b]destroy your enemies![/b]"

Grinning wildly, Ginyu operated a large teleporter apparatus set up in the middle of the Thunderdome. A portal to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria opened up.

Looking somewhat uncomfortable, somewhat disappointed, and somewhat mystified, the Class of Ginyu left through the portal, and were gone.

Ginyu, all alone, breathed a sigh of relief. It was time to get back to work.
[color=blue][h3]The emergency shuttle has been called. It will arrive in ten minutes.[/h3][/color]

Work would have to wait, then.