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Post by Tomoka on Feb 26, 2017 1:57:26 GMT
His eyes open, for the first time in days. He had been dreaming. Dreaming of many things. Primarily revenge. And women. What is usually expected after the level of brutality he had just experienced. He was in the middle of a dream about a certain saiyan woman he had seen while on the net back at the academy, when he suddenly drifted back into consciousness without warning. He had expected the nameks would at least provide him with the common courtesy of a healing tank, but, alas, he was devoid of that luxury. Instead, his arms and legs were put on restraints on a cot, in what looked to be a cell. He tried turning his head more, but he groaned with pain as the rest of his body cracked, the broken bones grinding against one another. He quickly stopped moving, realizing that if he tried, there would be pain. A lot of pain. So, he lay there. For hours. He looked around, and tried to assess where he was. The cell was small, and old looking. It had dark walls, a black, smooth stone, and a small viewing hole out into the sky. It was bright, as it always was on the planet. He stayed like that for a while, unable to do anything. It wasn't fun. At all. Finally, a guard came in, and he tried to smile. "Oh... hi." he said, grinning. The guard rolled his eyes, and shoved a plant in front of him. He was confused. "Eat!" He barked at him. Tomoka stared, and the guard put his hand on his arm, and began to twist. Tomoka screamed, the agony enormous. He'd be more composed, but this was to much. To much. To much to much to much. He brought his hand up, using every bit of his strength to punch the guard. The guard was hit square under the chin, and Tomoka screamed again as his broken hand made contact with the namek's chin. The guard quickly recovered, and shoved the plant in his mouth. For a saiyan who's diet which primarily consisted of meat, it was no pleasant. He forced it down, swallowing it. He spit out a bit, but the guard didn't care. He walked out, and the door sealed. Tomoka was in pain all over, angered, scared, and ashamed. He was a saiyan elite, and he was now stuck in a cell, god knows where, not even able to hurt a namek who was probably keeping his power down. He lay there, and he waited. More days passed, and after around a week, he was able to move, but barely. The restraints were still there, and had actually been tightened on several occassions, as his strength was slowly coming back to him. Whatever they were giving him was obviously increasing the rate he was healing at, as it would take several months to heal the massive amounts of wounds he had taken. By week 2, he was able to sit, and the guard didn't have to force feed him. So, on one particular day, he was sitting in his cell, whistling an old war song he had heard back in the academy. He grinned, glad that he would soon heal. He knew he would be stronger when fully healed, so a new guard would have to be stationed. Someone who was strong enough to contain him. And one day... someone came to take the cake.
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 26, 2017 10:08:31 GMT
Reports of a rowdy Saiyan had infiltrated his thoughts, his ire growing at a violent reaction to a guardsman doing his job no matter the force the thing may have applied. Mammon was originally going to deal with the situation but Dantalion decided to take it up instead. The past between the two was strenuous and paperwork had to be filled out. Paperwork Dantalion made for himself in the neverending boredom of Namek. It was strange, paperwork was what he used to kill the boredom. But if not that, then what else? Namek was not a place flourishing with interest, revolt and revolution were always balancing on a shoestring since Xylo's aggressive takeover but that is to be expected. No, Taxes and idle amusement were all he did to keep his mind from being crushed under the mind-numbing boredom that seeped in every Crevice of Namek.
Time had passed slowly, slow being an exaggeration. It was too lenient a word to describe the time that had taken to get from week A to week B. It was as if the planet had expressly taken its time to stroll around the Star. Every. Damn. Day. Until finally boredom shattered his will, he stood up from a chair he had made into his own, the last one he tried to carve his name into but a Cleaver isn't very good at such a job so this one simply had been tainted with Demonic Energy flowing as it twisted the wood at odd yet somehow comforting angles. He made his way to the Dungeon, a Board with Paper stuck to it, a Pen in another hand.
The depression of the Prison was only exacerbated by the pools of water that had formed every here and there. It wasn't a comforting feeling, the feeling of stone beneath a step was cold and the water simply made it now both cold and wet. He slowly walked down the spiral staircase, a Majin Mercenary that Xylo had hired at his inauguration stood at attention as Dantalion passed by, his garnet eyes shining with vitriol as he descended the levels. One... Two... Three... He counted in his thoughts, his finger running down the spiral leaving a jabbed noise in his wake that moved with the wind down every corridor.
As he descended down each corridor grew bright with a vile light, before fading into darkness as he reached his destination. Six, He thought to himself slowly straddling down the corridor as he took in deep puffs of air, billowed out with a dark mist, creeping quickly yet ominously down towards Tomoka's Cell. Crackles of Demonic Energy followed the length of the Haze, amplifying the light of his eyes as it traveled through the mist illuminating every corridor. Then, came the steps, puddles of water tossing up and falling down more like rain than droplets, a soft dance of rain echoing in the earliest reaches of the corridor. And finally, the last noise to this choir of discomfort, the jagged running of horns against the roof as heavy breaths played like drums. This went on for a minute, drawing out every step he made, the pacing pausing as revolutionaries darted into the rear of their cage. He wasn't a strong demon but damn if he couldn't be an ominous one.
The first thing to be seen was a hand, a deep mark imprinting itself on the side wall of the cage. The hand didn't rise from a Namekians height as substantial as it was. No, it hanged from the roof of the cell its fingers tapping in a pitter patter like motion as the first words rolled from his mouth. "Tomoko, I presume?" A baritone voice echoed from above, before the slightest part of the chin was shown. White like marble yet the texture belied the appearance. It was bone. Then the arms became visible, its elbow cocked down as slowly the being came into full view, off to the side of the cage but still clear enough. A black cloak ran down the length of the body, sharp protruding spikes left jagged along the length of the spine. Atop its head crowned to bent horns, neck covered in bone intertwining with red flesh. And a Skull for a face, with no eyes, but in their place, Garnet lights shone like jewels betwixt the hollows of his face. Demonic energy teemed around him, the dark haze twitching with demonic energy as slowly his head turned towards the tiny Saiyan. "You are under accounts of Assault. Tabu the Son of Xylo and Mammon the king of none." The names were made up, at least, the titles. But the facts remained. "I am here to... Essentially put you on trial to see what your punishment will be. First off. How do you plead?"
PL - 25,901 HW - 6475 tomoka
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Post by Tomoka on Feb 26, 2017 14:12:07 GMT
Tomoka had been sitting in his cell. Just that. Sitting there. And that had been how it had been for a day or 2, unless the guard came in. The guard had explained that due to his ability to manipulate ki, he'd been put in a cell where ki itself would have no affect against the walls, or bars at the door. This was alright for him, because he knew he would be free once he was put on trial. He knew the pod was destroyed, but the recording had, of course, been transmitted back home. All the evidence he needed was in a computer in dorm, which had been put in a personal storage locker at the academy.
Tomoka flexed his hands, still wincing. The broken bones were, surprisingly, healing properly, and it didn't look like anything would have to be reset if he managed to stay as still as possible. Of course, he probably shouldn't have flexed his hands, but he doubted that he would have to have it reset... for some reason.
It was only a few seconds after he did it that he noticed something. He heard a scraping... and... rain? He hadn't experienced many rainstorms, but he doubted he could hear it inside. Something was wrong.
Than, the hand entered. He moved back a bit, seeing that this was not the hand of a namek... but something else entirely. Than another... and it was only a matter of time till tomoka thought he was staring at the devil himself.
The devil told him what he was accused of, which he frowned at. He hadn't even managed to lay a finger on Tabu or Mammon before he was blown probably hundreds of feet backwards. Never mind that before that, his armor was blown to smithereens. If anyone had been assaulted, it was him, not those two.
Without a moment's hesitation, the trial properly began, as Tomoka responded with the only possible answer.
"Not guilty."
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 26, 2017 15:07:23 GMT
A single utterance of a sentence. Not what he was expecting, Mammon had built him up as the talkative type but maybe some time behind bars was what one needed to zip their lip. His fingers tapped along the paper, a finger betwixt each slide off the paper, flipping them up and down as his Garnet eyes flipped back and forth, reading the words with great haste. "Not guilty? Interesting. Tell me then. Why is a Saiyan on Namek? And in an Attack ball of all things." His betwixt finger flipping through a few pages before finding what he needed. He flipped the page over, a single war-torn picture showing destruction and carnage. He didn't know if it was the devastation of the Saiyans that caused it, but he did like the picture and wanted to show it off. Any excuse would do really.
He paused for a moment, the tapping of the pen against bone as he started to pace back and forth at odd intervals. Plumes of smoke rolled from between his teeth, slithering out like snakes before dissipating into the air. "Now, I ain't got no prejudice against Saiyans. All I know is that..." His teeth ground against each other, resounding in a noise similar to that of granite against granite. A single hand coiled around a bar of his cell, there was a little prejudice there as could be told from the sudden shift in tone. "You sons of bitches stole the word Demon from us." He snarled bitterly looking up and down the man. This is what Mimikku had said, as well as her consort whose name he never learned.
For a few seconds his composure was lost, deep puffs of blackened haze choking the air from around Tomoka before he quickly sucked it all back, his garnet eyes flashing off as he his chest heaved heavily. "No... No... Let us stay calm. On to the case at hand." he paused, his back turned to Tomoka as his hands tapped against his paper, flipping through some more paper before getting back to his original point. "Let us say, for but a moment you are not here to Destroy. How are we to know, you have not come here to spy on the great lord Xylo. Size up his army in the process in preparation for an assault?" This mere display of pageantry served one goal. To change the revolutionaries minds that occupied the nearby cells. If their minds could be warped than their villages would fall into place. "And at the very least you are a trespasser. I record most names that arrive on this planet and you my good sir." He took another long drawn out pause, over a minute he waited, tension filling the room almost physically before he continued. "And you my good sir, are not on any list." He closed in, a single blast of smoke firing straight past Tomoka, an audible thump echoing behind him as the smoke left a single tiny crack in the wall.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 27, 2017 14:15:56 GMT
"You've got to learn to cut back on the theatrics, my Goliath friend. We're Warriors, not actors."
The bone-chilling voice of Lord Xylo echoed down the halls of the prison. His eyes pierced the smoky veil as he stepped into the dingy light, his hand patting Dantallion's back reassuringly. Xylo hadn't been down to the dungeons too often, but this was a special case. A Saiyan on their world after the Battle for Moori could mean a lot of things. One could assume he was a Solar Empire spy, but just as likely was that the tailed freak was a neutral party, simply traveling the stars as he saw fit.
His eyes focus on Tomoka; a harsh, critical glare. His Ki was poor. Barely able to stand up to Sax, if Xylo had to guess. The thought of his pacifist son being able to pummel a Saiyan soldier caused the Mazoku Lord to chuckle outwardly.
"...You're a low-class, am I correct? The kind of warrior designated for simple jobs that any true Saiyan could finish in an hour. Even a child could handle you."
Xylo glances back at Dantallion. The demon had a clipboard, with information of some kind. This demon seemed to enjoy the job of pencil-pusher quite a bit. Perhaps he'd better serve the empire as a master of law. If this weren't a time of war, he might have considered offering the job.
"You said his crimes were assault, correct? I doubt he'd be able to do much to Tabu, much less Mammon. If he harmed either of them, I'd say you should look into punishment for the two of them instead."
The Namekian Lord folded his arms across his chest, speaking a bit more plainly as he offered an olive branch. "Saiyan, I'll make this simple for you: I can either toss you back into your pod, set the coordinates for some barren planet and let you starve to death, or I could simply eradicate you right where you stand..." Wisps of Ki emenated from Xylo's body, and his eyes flashed a deep crimson color. It was a blood-freezing sight to behold for even the most hardened of Warriors.
"...Of course, there's always a third option. You could, if you prefer, renounce the Solar Empire and pledge allegiance to me and my cause."
He let his words sink in as his Ki dropped to its normal levels.
"Think about it. What have your fellow Saiyans ever done for you? They belittle you for your lack of strength, they misuse your skills by sending you out on worthless missions that an infant could accomplish, and worst of all? They let you fall right into my hands without even trying to retrieve you from my custody. If you worked with the Mazoku, you could help crush an Empire! Your name would be used in songs and statues would be erected in your honor after glorious combat!"
It was a risky choice, offering this to a rival soldier, especially since the payout wasn't exactly amazing. He risked allowing a spy into his ranks, who would easily be able to divulge Mazoku secrets to the enemy, and in return he'd be receiving a very low class warrior. Still though, even the lowest could become mighty-- Xylo himself started out as nothing more than a wanderer, and now he was the owner of an empire. Perhaps this Tomoka would be useful in the days to come.
Either as a soldier on Xylo's side, or as a lifeless corpse hanging from the ramparts.
"What's your say, Tomoka? Do you want to help decimate legions of Solar Empire Warriors in glorious combat, or would you rather die for them in a cell underneath my castle?"
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Post by Tomoka on Feb 27, 2017 22:26:19 GMT
The demon spoke to him again, and he was glad. The accusations so far were beyond easy to refute, and he was more glad than mad that he was being accused of a crime by this devil. Hell, he even used a picture that had nothing to do with him, which he would have laughed at were he not sitting in front of Satan. It was absolute gold.
What happened next was rather... frightening.
The demon changed completely, seeming to break into a fit of anger, smoke filling the air. Tomoka was more than scared, as he knew there was no way to fight this man off, even if he was at full health. Luckily, he regained his composure, and got back to asking questions.
Yet again, he was accused of things. Trespassing. Espionage. Exactly what he had expected from what was clearly a corrupt court. The demon had stayed silent for a minute, after saying he had kept tabs on people who were on namek which, he could imagine, would be a nightmare to right down, he dramatically stated Tomoka wasn't on the list, and fired a shot next to him.
All Tomoka did was grinned, and spoke.
"I will reiterate my innocence. The reason I'm on namek, sir, is so I could learn about a legend I read of in a book, called the dragon balls. I would use what I learned here to travel to earth, where I would gather what I needed to find them, and, well, get them. The 'attack pod' was a single pod given to me for graduation from the academies which occured 2 days before I departed. In short, probably a few days before this empire existed." Tomoka would say, his grin growing.
"I didn't even know namek had a proper central government I landed, and this lord Xylo you speak of? He sounds important, but I don't know who he-"
Another voice. Tomoka's eyes widened, as he turned to look out the door of the cell.
What he saw next did not stop the trembling.
Tomoka wasn't afraid of the namekians when he first heard of them. He knew if he got in a fight with one, it would be harder than most. He knew they were green, that they had antenna, and often had magical powers. When he met his first namekian, the encounter did not go well, but it fit the description.
But one thing he had never thought a namekian could be... was terrifying.
In front of him, glaring, stood a tall, crested namekian. Crest? He didn't know that they had crests!
The namekians glare was piercing, and Tomoka didn't need a scouter to know the man was powerful... he could feel it.
The man insulted him, but Tomoka didn't dare try and correct him. He was clearly powerful, intimidating, and down right overwhelming... but that wasn't what terrified Tomoka. What was terrifying was just how helpless he was against him. He, a saiyan warrior... was helpless against a magical green man.
So, when Xylo's full power was revealed, it did NOT help stop the trembling.
But, instead of being turned to nothing right than and there, as he was anticipating, the terrifying namek... offered him a job?
He told him that he could trade one empire for another. He could simply... join the mazoku? The empire built on wiping out HIS?! This was... surprising. Very surprising. He spoke of bringing down all Tomoka had ever known, and for it, he would be rewarded with honor, and glory, and statues, and such.
All he had planned to achieve. All he had wanted. Tomoka knew for a fact that he would never, ever, not even if he had achieved immortality, get statues, win battles singlehandedly, and do all those things Xylo had just described. It was... unbelievable.
It was also unbelievably now, as well.
He could see what Xylo wanted: the destruction of the saiyan empire. He loved his planet, and for it, he needed another to die. That was the price for his freedom. And he knew that that idea would be in the textbooks for generations: saiyans bad, nameks good. So why would they recognize a pitiful, low class warrior, who they would accuse of joining out of fear, rather than a desire for power? He remembered, back at the academy: he remembered how they taunted him, called him trash, daring him to attack them, even though doing so would most certainly mean punishment. They had treated him like garbage. Fucking garbage.
But what had he done? Oh, much. He had beaten the daylights out of a kid who brought him to the breaking point, defeated several of his fellow students, most elite, in single combat. He was the superior fighter, yet he was still nothing. What did that make the elites? It made them less than nothing, riding high atop their parents genes. Tomoka had come to overcomb their weakness and hate... so he would overcome the mazoku, and he would conquer them. The solar empire had given him nothing, never offered him anything. They had sent him to a planet where he had such a low chance of surviving, that it was a wonder he even made it more than a day. He realized at that moment who he hated: it was not Tabu, who was defending his home from what he thought was an invader. It was not Xylo, who threatened his existence with the one thing that deserved respect, power. It was so clear who he had always despised: saiyans. He hated the empire, he hated how they grew, and he hated the fact that he was suffering because of their weakness, their... incompetence.
At this point in his thoughts, it wouldn't have mattered if Tomoka had been told by Xylo that he could walk out free, with a new battlesuit, scouter, and ship: he would've still gotten on one knee, bowing his head, trembling from the pain in his bones. He looked up, and spoke.
"I gladly accept your offer... Lord Xylo." he said this, not entirely sure of his name, and realized he could've just jeopardized his own life.
"Did I get that right? I apologize sir. I didn't realize that I would be given such an... opportunity."
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Post by Tabu on Feb 27, 2017 22:44:38 GMT
Pl: 6,047 Things inside the backslashes is telepathy
//"I don't believe it."// The four words were said flatly in the minds of Dantilion and Lord Xylo, without a hint of self-consciousness or doubt. Tabu's expression was harsh, but at the same time analytical as he regarded his latest acquisition. The Namekian warrior had slipped in the drama of Lord Xylo's entrance, his ki noticed among Xylo's majesty.
//"Forgive me Lord, but those so quick to change their allegiances are quick to change them again! He is not someone we want to be mixing within our ranks, more than likely he is trying to buy time for his escape, and gathering information to soften his return. We should dispose of him before he becomes an issue."// Tabu didn't hate Sayians out of principle, but they were all too often prideful to a fault, defeating themselves in their endless quest for glory. Aside from the professional disapproval, he simply hated how they had flattered the young Guru into a semblance of friendship, while dominating the planet at the same time! It was disgusting!
//"If we must accept this idiot, let me break him in! The boys have been dying to spar with a Sayian, and I would hate to disappoint them."// Tabu's eyes glinted as he spoke of 'breaking' the boy in, but for now he waited for Xylo's response, shifting from foot to foot, but ever watchful of any attempt by the Sayian to attack his Lord.
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 28, 2017 5:02:30 GMT
Dantalion turned to see Xylo saunter down the halls, instantly grabbing the attention of the Revolutionaries that had been long since locked up. He wanted to respond, his Theatrics were all he really had going for him, he wasn't especially powerful so he couldn't flaunt it nor could he sense the man's Power Level, so he couldn't tell if what he was dealing with was a greater threat than himself, though considering both Mammon and Tabu put him in his place rather quickly, he doubted it was higher than his own.
He took a few steps behind Xylo, letting the Great Lord take care of things here. His back pressed on a wall between two cages, thorns imprinting their mark on the wall as a Revolutionary ground his teeth, wishing to strike at the great lord. Dantalion wouldn't say he was shocked to see how Xylo acted, taunting the young one with his petty power. Since Xylo could no doubt sense the man's Power Level it simply confirmed the idea that he was far weaker than Mammon or Tabu, a comforting thought. He didn't want to piss off a Saiyan that could curb stomp his body straight back to the Demon Realm.
Than Xylo turned, Dantalion's digits pressed against where the bridge of a nose would be. "I had my doubts... But all I could do was go on what I was told..." He responded dismissively. Goddamnit. I had this all planned out, was going to get the revolutionaries to see why they needed us... If we could have fabricated a threat.... Damn it all... He thought to himself, his free hand pressing into the wall behind him, the sound of stone bending to flesh verberating throughout the corridor.
The Display of Ki was impressive, apparently when Xylo played Theatrics its all fine and dandy, but when Dantalion does it he is told to cool it with the smoke and mirrors. But then a disturbed sentence rolled from his lips. Pledge Allegiance... If Dantalion could cry he would weep. He joined easily enough, with a simple shake of the hand. And an Ass kicking from Mammon but this man for all they knew was to play espionage. The fingers that pressed against the imaginary bridge of the nose fell, his hand that was crushing dirt and stone dropped. His arms swung loosely at his side at Xylo's act of mercy and kindness. I mean, it was true they needed all the bodies they could get, but if the Revolutionaries could sense the man's Power Level, then that was just Xylo showing how desperate they were for Manpower.
Dantalion paused as he heard Tabu speak his mind, at least someone was talking sense, he might not be held in high regard in the Mazoku folds but he at least hoped he could support Tabu. "Lord Xylo, if I may interject. I agree with Tabu. I doubt you not for a moment but mayhaps a mere lapse in judgment. Have you thought this through? If we take him into our fold it is more training to spread out between the ranks." Partial begging in his words, partially requesting. Tabu, please send this message to Xylo. Let us speak about this not in the presence of Tomoka or the others in the cells. He didn't know if Tabu would agree or disagree, nor could he even tell if he was transmitting the message. It was simply an act of desperation.
tomoka | Tabu | Lord Xylo
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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 28, 2017 8:50:20 GMT
Xylo's expression grew to a satisfied grin as Tomoka bent the knee. Regardless of the Saiyan's true feelings, he was loyal for the time being. Only time would tell how long that feeling would last. As the Saiyan man apologized for assuming Xylo's name, the Lord of Mazoku simply chuckled. "Formality doesn't suit you very well, at leasy not when you're shaking in your boots."
His ears twitched, his eyes glancing towards the entrance of the prison. Tabu had sent a telepathic message, urging Xylo to reconsider. The Lord replied telepathically. "Say what you will, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. If he stays with us, then he's another Warrior to throw into the fray. If not, then he'll provide our boys some real-life training with a Saiyan. Not many ways they can get that, now can they?"
He paused for a moment. Perhaps there was other ways to get in that kind of training. He'd need to call in some favors with some old friends later, provided they still existed out there of course.
Dantallion piped up in this mental conversation as well, but his argument was much the same as Tabu's. "Either way, this Saiyan will help us. Be it short-term with consequences, or long-term with major benefits, I don't mind taking the risk. Besides, if this single low-class Saiyan betraying us later on is enough to crush my empire from the inside, then we were destined to fail anyways."
With a flick of his finger, the lock on Tomoka's cell would unlock due to Xylo's telekinetic powers. "Get yourself upstairs. One of the Dragon Mystics who work for me will be glad to patch you up. After that, you report to Tabu here. He will be your commanding officer for the time being. Understood?"
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Post by Tomoka on Feb 28, 2017 21:37:52 GMT
He was surprised when he saw a new figure, that looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had met him befo-
No.
No.
It was him. It was him it was him it was him!
Memories of the giant namek came flooding back, him being powerless to stop the almost fatal attack. He remembered being flung back, being sent possibly hundreds of feet backwards by the blast.
And now that same namek... was in his cell, glancing at Xylo repeatedly. What the hell? Perhaps... could they talk to eachother through telepathy? Maybe that was what the antenna were for... yes, that must be it! Whatever it was, he was talking to Xylo in his head... and he looked angry. Were they changing their mind? Were they going to kill him? That would not be good.
The only thing he could do, though, was wait for xylo to speak. What he could tell from what he had initially said, was that he was serious about allowing Tomoka to join him. But what he noticed was that lord xylo and the rest of them seemed to be... communicating again. It was obvious now, as bright as day. They exchanged looks, and communicated externally on a few occassions, but not with their mouths.
When lord Xylo spoke again, Tomoka was thrilled. Apparently, they hadn't changed their mind and decided that they would kill him instead. What had happened? Not only was Xylo allowing him to serve him, but he was giving him a "get healed free" call. This was to good to be true... but he had to ask something... no, he probably shouldn't ask his new boss. But... he knew someone else who would answer.
"Thank you, milord. But, I must ask my commanding officer: I have heard that the dragon caste can use magical powers, and that they can make clothing. Is this true? And if it is, lord Xylo, could I ask the healer for a new battle suit?"
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Post by Tabu on Mar 3, 2017 23:26:36 GMT
Tabu's dark eyes examined the demon as Dantalion attempted to communicate telepathically, only to nearly beg him to pass on the message to Lord Xylo, but it seemed like he had already responded to his concerns. "If you trust the idiot m'lord, then I will agree to your wishes, but at least give me muzzle. The monkey is like a dam of words, and somehow thinks he will get a 'trial' and there will be 'consequences' for our actions. Besides, I doubt he has the presence of mind to gain much information anyhow." His lips quirked, the sheer irony of it all almost made him want to laugh out loud!
Xylo freed the Sayian soon after with a twitch of his fingers, ordering the kid to get patched up. Tabu would have raised an eyebrow if he had one, but sadly he did not. That small piece of information could prove amazingly valuable to an invading force, not to mention the rebellious Namekians remaining on the planet! Nevertheless, he would gesture towards the newly freed warrior, "Yes, I'm sure they would be willing to get you a battle suit, most likely without a SSE logo if that is what you were hoping for."
Tabu vanished then, reappearing in front of the Sayian and slamming the warrior into the opposite wall, "You should know, I'm a tolerant commander, no matter the prattle you will say in a few seconds. But if you step a TOE out of line, try and escape the palace or hurt our facilities, I will PERSONALLY end your existence, and this time I won't hold back. Understand?"
Afterimage [SU1] used!
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 8, 2017 7:48:23 GMT
Tabu took action instantly, not a shocking sight to see, that was simply the kind of Namekian he was. Straight to the point. "Goddamnit... Oh, why should you make a Plan Dantalion, it never works out in the end." he muttered quietly to himself, his head snapping to the side as he interjected in his own sentence, "Oh what the hell would you know, all you do is punch stuff." he continued to mutter his hands digging into his cloak as he pulled out paperwork. "Right, then. Tabu move. I want to get him signed up before ya kill him." He grumbled, pulling out a single sheet of paper.
He presented it to Tomoka, his other hand pressing and bending the coiled metal that twirled around his wrists, snapping it apart as he forced into his hands a single pen. "Right, just sign the dotted line, fill in age, gender, blood type. Then we can go requisition yourself some new armour." Part of the paper was scribbled out, though with only a single line drawn through it was easy to make out what it said, Mothers Maiden Name and Social Security, evidence of his earlier plans to scam money out of this Dynasty for every drop of Zeni he could.
His fingers darted back and forth along his arm until he was done, small tears made in his musculature only for tendrils to flick out, sapping Ki from the air itself as he regenerated the damaged limbs.
Lord Xylo | Tomoka | Tabu
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 15, 2017 10:16:02 GMT
Xylo chuckled to himself as Tabu moved forwards. The new commander was eager to prove himself, it seemed. Eagerness was a good trait for anyone to have, especially someone in Tabu's position. Perhaps the duo of Tomoko and Tabu would be a good one in the long run.
He turned to Tomoko, who asked politely to see if there was a way he could attain a new set of gear for himself from the mystics. Xylo shook his head, and with a quick motion from his right hand, he blasted one of the stones on the ground. There was a small puff of smoke, and in the aftermath a new item lay on the wet ground. A brand-new, standard issue Saiyan battle suit. An emblem of the Mazoku Clan was emblazoned on the right breastplate, signifying Tomoko's new allegiance.
"Welcome to the winning side, my boy. Listen to Tabu, and you might survive long enough to see the start of the war."
The Mazoku Lord turned to Tabu and Dantallion, nodding at them, before making his way up the stairs. A few of the rebels in other cells booed as he left, but a quick glare from the Namekian as he ascended shut them up far quicker than expected.
Exit! Taking Zeni
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Post by Tomoka on Mar 15, 2017 23:11:28 GMT
Tomoka could only scowl as he began hearing Tabu's insults against him, gritting his teeth together as he heard the slander against him. He was bringing up a few things Tomoka had said to try and get the namek to let him leave the planet, and this was supposed to prove justification to permanently shut his trap? Oh, that wasn't going to happen, even if Tabu was stronger, and higher up on the pecking order.
Than, the Namek pushed him against a wall, and legitimately threatened him. If Tomoka was not in the presence of the emperor of the planet, he'd be trying to tear off the namek's head by now. But, he had to keep his composure, though his power raised to maximum as he said it, letting the namek know that he wasn't enjoying it.
"Understood... sir. I will obey your commands." he would say this as blood began to flow down his clenched hand, his fingernails tearing into the flesh of his palms.
The demon who had nearly made him piss himself minutes earlier handed him a document, which he would quickly begin reading over. It was simple, though he was puzzled by the crossed out entries of a social security number. Social... security? What did that mean? Security from... society? Whatever it was, it sounded complicated. And annoying.
Finally, lord Xylo created him a new set of armor, and he was glad when he saw it. It was fairly similar to his old set, the only difference being the mazoku emblem that was marked onto it. This pleased him, though it would be an annoying thing to deal with had he come across anyone in the empire. But, it would only require a simple explanation. He could simply say that the mazoku had branded it on his armor after he was taken prisoner. Yes, that would most certainly work.
"Thank you, milord. I appreciate the clothes. These tatters were getting far to annoying." he said this as Xylo left the cell, the open door to freedom in front of him. After Tomoka was outfitted into his new battlesuit, he head out of the dungeon, heading up the many stairs as fast as possible. Soon, as he entered the main halls of the ominous, foreboding castle he would be staying at, he began to wonder: had he made the right choice?
He was at the mercy of a group of people who hated the saiyan race with a fiery passion... no, not saiyans in general, but of the empire, to which he could sympathize with. But was the empire truly so terrible? It had committed what some would call terrible, but expanding, conquering, and genocide were normal, natural events that occured. this was not some evil thing that was considered Taboo in nature. Hell, it was constantly occuring in every ecosystem, on every world, in every galaxy. But... sending your children to do your dirty work? It was a rite of passage, sure, a test of power, most definitely. But... but was it right? To send your children to fight your battles, bring them home, and treat them like dirt till they have the strength to destroy a planet 5 times over? Yes, that was ridiculous. Most definitely ridiculous.
All these thoughts rushed through his head as the healer worked his magic over Tomoka's body, his bones mending together and his muscles fusing back as well, stronger than ever. He stood, cracking his neck, flexing his muscles, and finally being able to stand. Getting up the steps was a hard, hard task the first time he had done it. Hell, he had to float for the last half up.
Tomoka than went into one of the various equipment rooms. Weapons, healing items, and various other trinkets filled the room. He ignored them all, wondering if he would find what he was looking for. At last, he found it: a scouter, with a bright red lens. It was a slightly older model, the slats on the side red, rather than the gray he was so used to. He picked it up, and inserted it on his head. Hopefully, noone would mind the new recruit grabbing such an inexpensive fighting tool. He would turn it on, and various power levels appeared on the screen, from all over the castle. It made him slightly... afraid.
"8.8k...32k... what's mine?" he wondered, and clicked a button on the scouter, displaying his own. He almost fell backwards.
"S-Seventy four hundred?!" he gasped, surprised that he had become so strong. It had to be the combination of the zenkai boost with the accellerated healing, it had to be! But still, he was still weaker than all his new... comrades. It was strange, calling a group of people who would've gladly sent him to a barren world had he refused to join them an hour earlier... comrades. But, he was stuck with them. That is, until he could get an excuse to get the hell off the planet. No, they'd either follow him, or kill him before he could get his hands on a- what was he thinking to himself?! These people were freeing him from an empire that had treated him as a second class citizen halfway through his childhood! Ridiculous, how could he think such things?
Well, mutiny or not, he needed to become stronger. If he wanted to serve under Xylo as a successful soldier, or escape this planet with his head on his shoulders, he needed to become more powerful... and fast. He looked around, wondering if he could find any training equipment.
Just than, he heard footsteps, and quickly hid his scouter behind his back. Just than, an older looking namekian walked in, surprised by the young saiyan in the room. He scowled at him, and Tomoka responded quickly.
"I-I'm a prisoner who has decided to join our lord's cause! S-see?!" he asked, pointing to the emblem. The old namek's scowl faded, and he nodded.
"Glad to see more soldiers in the ranks." he murmured. "I own all of this equipment, and sell it to the soldiers within the castle. The scouters aren't much, probably cus so many need them to actually locate the enemy. At this point, you could take one, I don't care." he said to the young saiyan, to which Tomoka sighed quickly.
"Thankyou sir. By any chance... do you have any training gear?" he asked. At that, the old namek smiled, and crouched under an old table. He came up with a pare of red weights, causing a large THUD as he banged them down on the tabletop.
"These are my best pair of heavy weights. Probably help you get stronger nearly twice as fast." he said, grinning towards the young saiyan, who's eyes were beaming with anticipation. THESE were what he was looking for. They were the perfect set of training equipment, for sure! He would be the strongest soldier in Xylo's army in a matter of weeks if he used these!
"How much do they cost?!" The young saiyan asked quickly. He knew he didn't have any money, but he figured he could come across some in a few days or so.
"4,000 zeni." the old man croaked, and the young saiyan nearly fainted.
"FOUR THOUSAND ZENI?!" He shouted, baffled. The old namek groaned, covering his ears.
"Hey, keep it down! We nameks hear better than you monkeys, you know!" he shouted back, angered by Tomoka's rudeness. Tomoka quickly apologized.
"I apologize sir, but I didn't expect something to cost so much money! 4,000?! That's an enormous amount!" He said, trying to bargain. The old man's scowl returned.
"You get what you pay for! These things are some of the greatest bits of training items you'll ever buy, so obviously they're gonna cost a lot!" At this point, Tomoka didn't want to argue. He groaned, and walked out.
"Can I keep the scouter?" He asked. "OUT!" shouted the namek, and Tomoka quickly walked away.
A few hours passed, and Tomoka was ready to hit the hay. He wandered towards a bunk in a large barracks, half the bunks not yet filled. It appeared as if Xylo needed soldiers, which was probably the only reason Tomoka still lived. Tomoka had been gambling with several new recruits, and he had learned that he was awfully good at the risky sport. He had taken away a large amount of money, but not enough to buy the weights. Ideas were popping into his head now. What kind of things could he buy? He needed a spaceship, which would probably cost around 1k... he'd need weights... 4k... and he didn't want to stay in these barracks forever. Perhaps a house would be added? Which would mean he would need... 15,000 zeni. The amount of money he would need would be a ridiculous one, and he knew it. Tomoka sighed, and fell back on the bunk.
"Shit... well, welcome to your new life Tomoka. Definitely beats... imprisonment." He said this right before he passed out, and he once again slept.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- exiting as well! Also taking zeni.
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Post by Tabu on Mar 16, 2017 1:59:26 GMT
Tabu nodded as he saw the hatred in the man’s eyes, and released him, allowing the boy to scurry off into the depths of Castle Mazkou. At least the Sayiajin wouldn’t take some of their desperately needed supplies with his stupid request for new armor, as Lord Xylo seemed perfectly capable of simply generating new armor out of thin air! Once again impressed with the sheer depth of his lord’s power, Tabu glanced at the last occupant of the room, nodded to him, and marched towards the training room of Castle Mazkou.
Pl please!
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