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Post by Lord Xylo on May 12, 2017 4:16:53 GMT
[Thread PL: 286,599 | Emperor's Might (x20P) Active! Current PL: 5,731,980!]
Planet Beppa. Known for its powerful heat, and even more powerful mercenaries, was currently under siege. Though allied with the Arcosian Empire, it was overtaken by the Saiyan Solar Empire mere weeks ago. The populace was mixed on whether or not this was for the best, but there was one group who kept their allegiances to their home. Though there wasn't much representation on Beppa, the Arcosian Forces stationed there were still very much alive, and they were fighting their hearts out to keep Beppa under their control.
Currently, a battalion of Arcose forces were locked in combat with the SSE. They fought on the outskirts of a village that's name was unknown to both parties. All they knew was that it was a valuable location due to its surprisingly low temperature. The sweltering heat of Beppa was lessened to that of a warm summers day in the confines of this small town. It could serve as the perfect place to store supplies that were sensitive to intense heat, as well as cool off the wounded and weary. Arcosian's didn't need much in the way of comfort, as they could withstand temperatures far lower and higher than the average warrior, but if taking it meant the Saiyan's wouldn't have it, then they needed to fight with their all.
The battle was fierce and widespread. Men took cover in trenches, blasting wave after wave of energy blasts towards the oppositions side. In the air above the town, warriors danced in the sky, trading blows with intensity. It was an all-out brawl, and were it not for the Saiyans superior numbers, the Arcosian's might have had the edge. As it stood now, however, they were being pushed back, and it wouldn't be long before they would be forced to retreat.
Suddenly, a great rumbling came from above. The fighting paused, and from the skies came a mighty green fist. The massive metallic limb tore through the sky, fire burning harshly behind it as it aimed straight for the center of the battle. With a resounding -BOOM!- it smashed into the town, knocking fighters out of the sky and unbalancing one of the damage buildings.
There was a tense pause, but it was soon obvious what this fist was. The metal spikes on its wrist shot down into the earth, embedding themselves before folding outwards, revealing that the fist was actually a massive warship! Soldiers of the Mazoku Dominion poured out of the ship; some marching down the metal ramps the spikes provided, other simply flying into the sky right from the start. Members of all sorts of races were making an appearance. Brenchians, Kabochans, Zoons. The most prevalent of all, however, were the Namekians. Even without their flag being carried by bannermen, it was obvious who had come to provide reinforcements.
The Mazoku Soldiers opened fire on the Saiyan army, blasting wave after wave of energy attacks. With renewed hope, the dwindling Arcosian forces joined in, adding their firepower to the deadly onslaught. It wasn't long before the Saiyans were forced to retreat, but they would be back soon enough...
With such a quick and resounding first battle, the Mazoku were excited. Cheers came from the army, but deep down they knew this was only the first step.
As the men celebrated, Xylo stepped out of the ship, which suddenly began taking flight again. He'd ordered the pilots to move the vessel just outside the center of town, that way it wouldn't be such a massive target. They flew it off to the edge of town, where the cool air would still help chill the inner workings of the machine.
The Mazoku Lord was quickly greeted by the leader of the Arcosian Resistance. He was a tall and imposing Arcosian, currently employing his Brute form. He saluted Xylo proudly, before speaking in a deep tone. "Lord Xylo, sir! I am Commander Lanche. I'd heard rumor that you'd be sending forces to Beppa, but I never believed you yourself would make an appearance. It is an honor to fight alongside you."
"The honor is mine, Commander. I'm just glad I got here when I did. This place is valuable, which is exactly why we need to prepare for a second wave of enemy forces. There's no time to waste on pleasantries; let's get moving."
Xylo beckoned the Commander to follow, and the duo walked together. They inspected the damage to the town, and all in all, it seemed stable. If they could keep it in the shape it was, then they had a definite shot at pushing the Saiyans back a second time. Xylo began to order the few Dragon Clan Mystics who'd volunteered to come to heal the wounded, while the more magically-inclined Mazoku began materializing barricades. There wouldn't be much time before the Saiyans reared their ugly heads again, so they worked as fast as they could to get things done.
This is the first of a series of non-DE skirmishes to sort of show off the smaller struggles for control over key areas of the planet before the big DE which will be over control of the whole planet. If you're an SSE player, feel free to RP as the commanding officer for the SSE forces, and begin devising a plan for a second strike, or just send your forces in right away!
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Post by Mammon on May 12, 2017 7:48:30 GMT
The Calvary Arrives
Black Horse
The flashing lights of a ship broke the atmosphere lighting up the clouds and turning them to formless lumps of red, the sleek form of craft cutting through them like a like a butcher's knife leaving them cut and broken. "This is Mammon, will be landing in five, four, three..." he flipped the switch the lights humming their silent luminous chant, sending the signal along the airways to Xylo's men. "One."
"Lord Xylo I am approaching your position." the doors folding out in a wave of steam and slight squeal of gears now forced open to reveal himself, he wore a dark uniform the kind where you expected him to have a thick german accent and say lines like 'die American pig dog' and cackle evilly, it was a dark long coat with an accented red tie that drew your eyes to his neck and followed it up his face to where he had a black cap with a skull insignia pinned to it, all he was missing now was the armband. He had purchased it on his last outing to earth after doing some research into the red ribbon army and ordering a replica but in black, cause it slimming. If this didn't tell you what type of human demon he was I don't know what will.
"My lord." he drew up to the master of Namek, falling to one knee and lowering his head in a move straight out of a King Arthurs court. "I trust all is well?" he drew up to the master of Namek, falling to one knee and lowering his head in a move straight out of a King Arthurs court. he looked up waiting for the sign for him to stand before gaining his full height, he was respectful if not tasteful. "Congratulations on the takeover of Arcose, I've only just started receiving the reports." he gave the leader of the Arcosian Resistance an even look as if not sure what to make of the brute, whether he was above him or beneath him or yet lower still under his boot. Friendships were not built with that look, wars were started with it.
"I trust Dantalion served you well in the conquest?" he beamed like he was the one had done it, like the big lug wasn't so much an individual but a tool more along the lines of a lawnmower he had loaned Xylo to clip his lawn. "But resistance will be more stiff here I should think, I propose we take the field soon and take them while we have the element of surprise."
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Post by Tomoka on May 13, 2017 3:12:11 GMT
Training. That was all he had done. For the entire day of travel. He had lived off a gallon of coffee and a few celery sticks. And just trained. He had trained harder than he ever had, harder than he thought was possible. The gravity chamber was useless to him now, completely and utterly. Vegeta already had higher gravity than Namek, so at the most, it felt like being back... home? No, Vegeta was no longer home. It never could be. Especially after today.
He would slip on his battlesuit, after pulling the weights off of his tail. He had been applying them to his tail for hours, until the pain was no longer a paralytic and devastating combat injury, but the equivalent of twisting one's arm in terms of pain. He would wrap it around his waste, flicking over his battle suit like a belt. He would walk into the armory of the ship, grab a scouter, and prepare for landing. It wouldn't be long now, it was about to began. The day he had prepared for.
Tomoka had to consider all of his options in this situation: running was certainly possible: he was sure that he could kill the pilots and steal the ship, using it to head back to Vegeta with the story of, "I was just faking it to get information." plan. Than again, he had been gone for months, and that was considerably long, if it was simply an intel mission. He would keep this idea with him, just in case the battle went south. He wanted the empire gone, but he could still manage.
Option 2, of course, was the more obvious choice: attack with his fellow Mazoku, and officially declare himself a traitor to the SSE. This answer was, of course, a very valid one as well. If the war went well, he would be a loyal servant of the Mazoku Dominion, and a moderately powerful one at that. The first thing he had done when he grabbed his scouter was check his power level: it was... higher. Much, much high. He would be rewarded greatly for his service, and even if the Mazoku collapsed, Tomoka would claim once again he was just pretending so he could gather information, and say that killing a few SSE soldiers was a necessary evil for him to bring down the Empire's enemies from the inside.
Both options were very well possible, and Tomoka would have to choose. The first option could end in a high ranking Mazoku slipping onboard, and snapping his neck before he got to far. The second option was that he could simply be blasted by the enemy, and wind up meeting the fate he had gone on this journey to avoid: getting killed on some random rock planet light years from home, completely forgotten by history, which was NOT what he would allow to happen. He couldn't let it happen... but he wouldn't betray the Mazoku either. He had come this far, and not to follow through would be a terrible mistake, and he knew it. He would've given up his empire just to join a group of green people that wanted to destroy it, only to leave it at the very moment combat came along. This was unacceptable, and he wasn't going to do it.
Which is why, when the doors opened, he ran into the battle letting out a long battle cry, before connecting his fist with the nearest soldier he could find.
The Saiyan soldiers were more shocked and stunned than enraged when they saw a fellow Saiyan on the opposite side. Seeing one of their own attacking them, rather than the hoards of aliens that were attacking them in droves, was a shocking sight. How could a Saiyan warrior side with the enemy, the Mazoku? They were trying to end the empire! Surely this meant that the man attacking them was nothing but a cowardly, filthy traitor, who deserved nothing but to be pulverized and defeated by Saiyan might! But they knew nothing of his motivations, or his goals. They knew only he was their enemy, and Tomoka was content with keeping it that way.
Finally, the Saiyans retreated, except for one. He was a younger one, perhaps Tomoka's age, maybe even younger. He was being tossed between a group of Namek's all laughing as the took turns beating him. Tomoka blinked, looking as they spat at him. "What's wrong monkey? Aren't ya gonna transform or some shit? Aren't ya gonna fight?" One asked, as Tomoka simply stared as the young Saiyan coughed up blood. Tomoka stared, but simply turned around. He didn't know what he was feeling... but it was strange.
He would spot Lord Xylo, along with- oh dear kami. Why was HE here? Tomoka gulped as he approached his Lord, waiting for them to finish chattering. He would kneel upon a single knee, bowing his head. "Milord... I wish to formally apologize for my rash actions on Arcose... let it be known that what happened there shall not occur here, and I shall serve as your servant during this struggle, as I have done since days long past." Tomoka would say, before he stood, bowed his head, and turned around to regroup with the rest of the troops. He would look back now, to where the group of Nameks had been beating the boy. Only the boy was left now, and he was injured, badly. He felt something tugging at him, but he didn't know what. He simply turned around, unable to continue looking at the boy who strained his arm out towards him, a single word coming from his lips: help.
Tiny skirmish, big post. Lord Xylo Mammon
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Post by Lord Xylo on May 16, 2017 9:50:28 GMT
Preparations began quickly, going fairly well for how little they had to work with. The destroyed building on the far side of town was being torn down, and its parts were being used as makeshift barriers and reinforcements for the remaining homes. A few of the less Ki-inclined soldiers set up on the rooftops and in the hills near the town, armed with long-range blasters.
Xylo smirked as he heard a transmission break the air. Mammon had landed in the towns vicinity, his body moving swiftly to kneel to his lord. Mammon's ship was followed by a large amount of other ships. These were the Dominion soldiers who'd been tasked with coming to Beppa alongside Mammon. The remaining members of the Mazoku army landed their ships, before quickly fanning out into the town.
"Good to see you, Mammon." He made a motion with his hand, allowing Mammon to rise. "Seems you're fashionably late. You were supposed to be here before me. I trust you and the men are unharmed?" Mammon posed a question of his own next. It seemed he was interested in Dantallion's performance. The Mazoku Lord nodded, a slight smile appearing on his features. "He did quite well. I suspect he may become stronger than you quite soon. If you aren't careful, you might swap roles in that relationship of yours."
Before Xylo could answer Mammon's question of when to strike, something caught his attention on the opposite end of the town. His ears twitched, and a scowl crossed his face. He pushed past Mammon, ignoring Tomoka's greeting as he came across the sight of a group of Namekian soldiers beating down on a single remaining saiyan. They taunted him endlessly like school bullies. The mere sight infuriated Xylo to no end.
"So. You have time to torture a defenseless soldier, but you can't find the time to obey my orders?!" The Mazoku's Ki blazed around him briefly, and the soldiers backed off. They apologized profusely and scuttled away, leaving the Saiyan soldier bleeding on the floor. He coughed up a wad of blood, before staring up at his unlikely savior.
Xylo knelt down, bringing a hand up to the Saiyan's face. He was swollen all over, and his breathing was heavy. "Can you walk, boy?" The Saiyan simply nodded, trying his best to look mean despite his injuries. Xylo shook his head, pointing out of the town. "Get going then. Your allies might wonder where you've gone."
Commander Lanche approached from behind, his eyes full of doubt as the Saiyan began limping away. "Lord Xylo, are you sure this is wise? He's seen the innards of our new base."
"You think he could see anything with those fists in his face? At best, he knows things that aren't important. Besides, he won't be able to talk well enough until the battle is over."
Lanche nodded once. "Very well." He bowed to his lord before walking towards the outer edge of town. He needed to inspect the defensive operations before things got hairy.
Xylo turned back to Tomoka and Mammon, cracking his knuckles as he stared at the two. He vaguely recalled Tomoka giving an apology as he rushed past, so he took the time to respond. "All is forgiven, Tomoka. Let's focus on the future instead of the past. Are you two ready for a fight? We'll need to be focused when the Solar Empire dogs come back, and if we finish up here before they swing by, then we'll simply take the fight to them."
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Post by Mammon on May 16, 2017 12:54:45 GMT
The Calvary Arrives
Nothing But The Point
"Fashionably late, we must strive to set a good example for the men." Xylo made a fun little what if story, 'Dantalion leading him' it was like asking what if fish could fly he could no more fathom it than a tuna could saw through the sky, he smiled indulging his master's fantasies cause when the boss made an unfunny joke you laughed or you were out of a job. "I doubt that my lord, he lacks my-" he paused a moment to think it over, my brutality, lack of morality, cruelty, Mammonality? "-social edicate." and he heard it like a fly buzzing around his ear 'bzz' 'bzz' he vaguely found himself swatting at his ear, before sound turned to words and words turned to thoughts and it was Tomoka which wasn't much of a step up from the fly in his opinion. "I'm glad to see you're still around-" he thought a moment and then another. "Tonker was it? None the less it's great to see you again." and he showed him his teeth which is like a smile just without all human emotion, like the grin of a cat to a mouse.
And out of nowhere the demon lord was gone he was replaced with the tyrant with the heart of gold, while Mammon practised his eye-rolling as he played 'good guy', of course when he wasn't looking. Out of all the cartoonishly evil warlords, he got stuck with the one with a conscience. "I must agree with our reptilian friend, I believe it sends the wrong message." and for the first time he emphasised with the men, after all, they had earned the kill and it was just cruel to take away their prize. "I could've made use of the child-" which was a great start to a sentence nothing sinister about that at all. "as mobile cover, you lash him to the barricades and the enemy thinks twice before shooting. Or better yet the enemy charges out to save their comrade, foolish." and not to mention cold as the grave and as dead as one too.
He didn't consider himself a wanton murderer he just believed in using things to their natural conclusion, this included people. "I'm reminded of an earthen saying at a time like this. Do unto others-" in a perfect world this would've been 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you', but it wasn't. "-before they do unto you. This is war and the only thing you can do wrong is lose."
Are you two ready for a fight?
To answer this he called a soldier to him with a wave of a hand he was holding aloft a sword on the palm of his hand before kneeling, it was a heavy cavalry sabre renowned as being completely unfit for delicate swordsmanship, but he didn't intend to study the finer points of the art of swordplay he was just cleaning the chaff from the field. "Heavy and ill-balanced, crude and mass-produced." he took the sword from the soldier spun it around getting a feel for the weight before making a figure eight leaving the air humming with its passing. "And can crush a man's skull with its weight alone, to answer your question Xylo this is a sword made for killing not fighting."
"So yes."
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Post by Yurei on May 16, 2017 13:43:10 GMT
44,190 Pl Glistering in the sky like a meteor coming to consume a part of the planet. However, this was false reality and it was in fact a saiyan ship crashing down onto the planet itself and forming a large crater hole. The dust, particles, and smoke started to float in the sky. The bruised up and fist beaten saiyan that was just ganged up by the Mazoku Dominion, yet spared by Xylo himself, rushed towards two saiyans who peeked their heads over to the crater that was formed. Heavy panting and blood kept leaking from his body as the two saiyans he stared at were currently occupied. The two of them including the beaten up saiyan all looked down at the saiyan spacepod that was slowly opening up. The foreign man unknown to these two was briefly concealed by the smoke that was escaping the ship profusely. Taking his landing on the opposite side of the crater and ignoring the two, the white hair green brenchian with a black hood covering his head took his walk towards the direction of Xylo. The two saiyans appeared in front of Yurei, being 3ft apart from him as the bruised up saiyan was now behind him. One of the saiyans yelled to the other two as they each aimed their hands out to form a blast. “A Brenchian!!! Fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The bright green skin faded like a cloud blocking the sun and casting a shadow. The dark green skin had emerged, along with Yurei’s entire body growing from an ectomorph to a mesomorph. The six beams coming towards Yurei and a massive explosion occurred then after. The smoke still lingering, the ki barrier being formed just in time, and no damage had been done to Yurei. A smirk left his face and a sword dropping from his black robe right sleeve and Yurei engaging the saiyans. The saiyan to his left side, his entire front torso was cut in half and his severe gash wound which struck his heart was more than enough to end him. A yell left his voice and the saiyan next to him turned to make out the image that was consumed by the smoke that now was fading. Appearing behind the saiyan that was located to his right, Yurei had appeared behind the saiyan and his piercing long sword struck through the saiyan’s upper back. The blade coming out the other end and piercing the heart. The smoke finally fading and the bruised up saiyan yelled like a madman. “You will pay for killing my-” The vibrant gust of wind and speed that passed the saiyan stopped. Yurei standing behind the saiyan and the saiyan feeling a sash mark on his neck and now seeing the blood dripping profusely down to his chest and floor. The saiyan dropped to the ground and Yurei headed straight to Xylo by flight. Yurei coming from the sky and landing on a boulder near the group of men and being fairly closed to Xylo. The hood coming down from his face, and the wind casually blowing against his left side of his shoulder black cloak, revealing that he doesn't have a left arm. Yurei placing his sword back on his sheath that is covered in blood. Now the sword on his back, he looks to Xylo with a casual smirk. Upon looking at him, Yurei’s left side of the face appearing to suffer from severe burn marks and three stitches closing his left eye along with a gash scar on his left eye coming down to his cheek. His left lower leg being a sword and not hiding from plain view as it is also covered in blood. “My Lord, I do profusely apologize for my late arrival..” |
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Post by Contagion on May 16, 2017 19:43:32 GMT
A figure slithered through the darkness and heat of the smoke of the Mazokou's crash landing. Like a furious millipede the figure kept low to the ground and shot forward with a few erratic twitches here and there. A puddle of ivory ooze would gush under the soldiers, expertly maneuvering between their feet to go by unnoticed. Upon reaching the cluster of what were assumed to be higher ranking soldiers the puddle would lurch forward and bubble upward. "Mmmyyyy myyyy you certttaainnnllly know how to make an entrance!" A telepathic voice screeched outward as the spire of liquid flesh began to take shape. "It wasn't hard to find you at all." The figure took a step forward with a freshly formed foot. It's clawed toes dug into the blistering soil as it drew in the excess liquid into itself.
Soon enough the malformed amalgamate stood forth with both of his arms outstretched with open palms. "Xylo of the Mazoku, I have come after foreseeing your greatness." The corrupted zoan's telepathic voice hissed out as he curled one arm into a regal bow. "I was driven from my ruling position of Konats by a group of devils, and upon fleeing to Earth I foresaw your victory in a vision most clear." He looked up, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as he stood up tall and let his weighted power seep out around him.
"If you would have me, I would be honored to fight under your banner." His raspy words whispered in the ears of the group as they slithered up their spine like a snake tempting them toward a forbidden fruit. The ivory amalgam fell to one knee as he bent his head down once more as if he were trying to be humble. His numerous clusters of eyes frantically shifted around however as if he were making sure none of the soldiers would try to execute him during his 'respectful' kneel.
"Don't let my garish form fool you either. I am not so feeble as I may appear. If you need proof of my...Conviction...Well..." He hissed as he looked up to Xylo as if he were searching for any sort of reaction thus far. With a sadistic gleam in his eye the amalgam would lower his head as he made his revelation.
"...Just look to planet Kanassa."
Thread PL: 33,164
Heavy Weighted Skeleton PL: 8291
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Post by Tomoka on May 16, 2017 20:36:15 GMT
Tomoka would blink, not sure of what to do. The boy simply lay there, the soldiers still taunting him. It was a site that was still to familiar... a site he wouldn't bear witness to any longer. He pushed passed the other soldiers, fists clenched. It was one thing to kill for the satisfaction of simply ending life, but to beat and abuse a man for your own amusement was something a soldier of any army should know is not an option on the table. But as he began to grow closer to the Nameks, who he planned on punishing for their actions... his Lord intervened first. The sight had Tomoka's jaw dropping, and his head boggled by the sight. He knew Xylo was a man of principles, but not the kind who would stop the acts that had just occurred. He was angered, clearly, and as the Saiyan ran off, Tomoka began to wonder why his lord had done what he had done. He would hear Mammon reply in the background, and turn to him, visibly annoyed. "Tomoka. I didn't think you'd remember... you get to forget, but I don't. Isn't that right Mammon?" He asked, returning the grin with one that showed visible disdain. He still feared Mammon, but he didn't believe he owed him a real smile. All of his thoughts were interrupted when suddenly, an explosion was heard from near bye, along with words that Tomoka could comprehend as, “Brenchian, fire!!!” as he turned his head, only to see a green man cut down a few Saiyan soldiers... and bring down the young boy in the process. He watched as his form crumpled to the ground, blood shooting from the gash on his neck as his lifeless corpse lay on the ground, motionless. Tomoka would have to process a few things in a short amount of time, but one distinct feeling that was clear was rage. Pure, unadulterated, rage. He gritted his teeth, his hand began trembling, and the green man kneeled before Xylo, Tomoka launched himself at him, screaming as he shoved his fist into the side of his head. "YOU BASTARD!" he shouted, throwing punch after punch at the green man, in a fit of seething rage. He didn't care that it was a servant of Xylo he was beating, or the fact he could be ten times his strength. This was justice. "HE WAS A BOY! YOU HONESTLY SAW HIM AS A THREAT, YOU SON OF A GREEN WHORE?!" He shouted, cursing slur after slur at the green man. They were all the same, this ti-di colored lot: from the blue fuck Mustyan, to that Red bitch on Arcose, to this murderous green bastard, who felt no remorse for murdering a young boy. As Tomoka's rage subsided, he realized he had only actually caused a small amount of damage against him, though it would still hurt like hell. He stood, panting, before he looked around him. People were staring at him. "What? You gonna defend him?" He asked, before he would walk from the crowd, heading off to find the nearest village or town. He would notice the abomination that would kneel before Xylo, but ignore it. He had more important things to do.
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Post by Lord Xylo on May 17, 2017 5:35:16 GMT
"A fair way to do war, Mammon. You forget, however, that a lack of decency will spur the same treatment from your foes. We may look ruthless for a time, but they'd quickly catch on and send the same message. I'd not wish that fate upon you or any of my men should they be captured." He turned to watch the Saiyan's exit, before quickly glancing to Mammon, a sly grin on his face. "Besides, what's a single Saiyan boy being captured going to do to scare anyone? If we were to use anyone as an example, they'd need to have much higher skill and strength. Perhaps a Super Saiyan would make a better fear monger."
Just as Xylo finished speaking, a great explosion rung out outside of town. There was rising and falling energies, but whatever the scuffle was, it ended quickly. The victor emerged from the smoke, making his way for the town. There was apprehension at first, but as the visitor knelt down, it was clear who's side he was on. The Mazoku Lord nodded, motioning for Yurei to rise as he spoke. "Apology accepted, soldier. Now--"
In the span of mere seconds, Tomoka had been enraged yet again. Like on Arcose, his anger had spilled over into rash action as he lashed out at the powerful Brenchian. At any other time, Xylo would have probably let the two settle it themselves, but they were on a time crunch. Xylo moved swiftly, intercepting Tomoka's fist by grabbing it tight. "Tomoka! Restrain yourself, boy! We need to focus, understand? Once we're done securing this place, you can pummel each other all you like, but for now we need to make sure our foothold on this place is strong." His attention snapped to Yurei, and he gave him a quick talking-to as well. "As for you... You need to be more careful with your entrances. Taking out that scouting team was well and good, but you should have been more careful. We don't need any men trying to be heroes and getting overwhelmed on their own. You might think you're strong, but strength means nothing against a tidal wave of foes."
If either one of them tried to attack the other again, they'd receive a swift backhand from Xylo.
With the debacle over with, Xylo let out a deep sigh. Sometimes he wondered he employed children rather than hardened soldiers.
Suddenly, Xylo's ears twitched. He sensed an energy slithering across the town, and his heightened hearing could hear the faint sound of water rushing... Or perhaps something much more sinister. It slipped past the detection of the busy soldiers, and arrived in front of Xylo. Confused, the Namekian waited patiently, his muscles tensed as the liquid began to bubble and take the shape of something more beastlike. It hissed in a voice that penetrated the mind as it shifted and mutated, before eventually revealing its true form to Xylo. It bowed graciously as it praised the Mazoku, listing an impressive accolade as he offered his allegiance.
The Mazoku folded his arms across his chest, a small chuckle accompanying his growing smirk. This one was unique; made of an amalgam of energies, rather than his own. He could sense many unique energies inside, one of which he'd even sensed before. The beast was weak now, but it was obvious that he was hiding away some of the energy within his slimy form. If he wanted to take credit for Kanassa's barren state, then Xylo would certainly not doubt him.
There was a part of him that told him to shoo the creature away, and save himself the trouble, but another side of him was curious. It was impossible to tell what the beast's true intentions were, and if it used to rule Konats, then it might take issue with the Mazoku Dominion's alliance with Plato, but it wasn't like Xylo couldn't deal with the problem if he became one.
"Consider yourself a part of the army, beast." He extended his hand out to meet with Contagion's own. Should the gooey monster accept his handshake, then Xylo would speak again. "Do you have a name, friend? Or should I make a name for you?"
As introductions wrapped up, a bird-like alien hurried towards Xylo. He saluted with respect, before speaking hurriedly. "Lord Xylo, sire! The fortification efforts have been completed, but there's Saiyans on the horizon! I'd say its a platoon of about three hundred or so."
Xylo turned, his brow-ridge raised. "Sounds like it might be a bit of an issue if we aren't careful. What's the average Power Level?"
"Roughly five thousand, sire."
The Mazoku Lord smirked, and motioned for the soldier to move on. "Nothing we can't handle. Get to your battle stations, and quick." The soldier saluted again, and sprinted away.
Xylo turned back to his men, and chuckled. "Looks like we don't have much time for idle chatter. Get set up at the edge of town and wait for them to get in range. Once they've arrived, we'll kick them right back to Vegeta."
Next round I'll be introducing some NPCs to fight! If no SSE show up before the fights end, I'll control them myself. Get ready for a tussle, fellas!
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Post by Yurei on May 17, 2017 6:35:45 GMT
Tension wasn't hidden upon his arrival, it was in fact initiated. Bringing his right hand to grab a hold of his sword handle located on his back and leaning towards the right side. The tighten grip that Yurei displayed quickly faded and his arm went back to his side as the sword wasn't removed from the sheath. His right eye being the only light source to the world, spotted the intervene on Xylo’s part as he caught the fist easily.
After speaking to both sides, Yurei nodded and didn't speak on the matter at hand, however, he did speak in whispers to Xylo to where he could hear only.
“Purpose you and I my lord were lions.. and we were surrounded by white sheep.. do you believe this black sheep that is on our side would join us or be against us.. Once a sheep, always a sheep.. no matter what colors he represents.. Be wary my lord for this one…”
After whispering those words, he moved his right hand to his gray scarf. Adjusting the scarf to now cover his mouth completely, he continued hearing what Xylo had to say. Just then another figured at approach, Xylo casually invited this individual to join our ranks. A sigh was released from Yurei’s mouth as he took his causal walk away from the group. A bird like creature then flew straight to Xylo and exchange words with him.
The conversation was over and so was Yurei as he vanished like a ghost from the group. Heading straight to the saiyans with his hood now covering his head, he took his landing on a nearby hill. Setting himself up in a prone like position, he saw the massive saiyans roaming about and slowly getting with range.
Yurei took notice of each saiyan and used his ki sensing to be able to distinguish which saiyans were strong and which were weak. A calm expression of a smirk fell on his face and he rested his chin on his forearm as he continued to look to the group and awaited the perfect opportunity.
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Post by Mammon on May 18, 2017 12:27:00 GMT
The Calvary Arrives
War Is Hell
And when he wasn't looking the circus rolled into town with the slightly burnt marshmallow man, sure to scare small children and old ladies, and the amazing green idiot ready to spout nonsense at any moment. "It's gonna be one of those days." he sighed his chest rising and falling with the utter despair at his situation, and to top it off he got the sinking feeling he'd be spending a lot of time with these people.
"You forget, however, that a lack of decency will spur the same treatment from your foes.
To him that seemed completely alien, of course, your foes would do it and you deserved it if you were so incompetent to get caught. After all, a race of simian space barbarians that up until recently shot babies at planets wouldn't have their moral qualms. "If you so command it, my lord, I will try to have a conscience."
And then there was this- "Tonker." and cause misery loves company. "You're with greenie, show him the team spirit." and not to mention if they got into a fight and fell on their own swords it would be one less bugbear for him to deal with. "Get going and get out of my sight." he turned to Xylo saluted and began to walk in the direction of the oncoming battle, what he was really doing was walking towards someplace out of the wind to have a smoke.
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Post by Contagion on May 18, 2017 20:50:15 GMT
"You can call me...Contagion..." The ivory amalgam hissed as he turned away before he could shake his hand, there were far more important things to take into account at the moment, pleasantries would have to wait. Contagion's eyes would close as he held his hands up above his head almost as if he were preparing a grand symphony. The sounds of marching feet, the groans of agony from soldiers of all sides, the bark of orders. Yes, this was the orchestra of war, and for a brief moment: Contagion would take stage as conductor. The beast opened his eyes and with the flick of his wrist he'd begin.
A pair of saiyan warriors, beaten and bruised from the initial onslaught, would lay on the ground near by. They tried their best to lay low and not bleed out after the rest of their first force had been pushed back with the vain hope that a rescue operation would pull them free from the Mazoku's jaws. They held on to hope that they'd somehow get out alive when one of them began to suddenly convulse and cough wildly. The elder male was no stranger to sickness but he hacked and coughed like a man possessed as he desperately choked for air. The harder female companion was ready to kill her elder if it meant ensuring her own survival but stopped as soon as the cough seemed to infect her too. Both soldiers gasped and wheezed as they rolled on the ground. Each desperately clawed at their own throat as if they were trying to maintain control over their twitching bodies before dropping down into a heap.
Contagion lifted his hands up as two figures rose from their trench like a pair of marionettes being tugged by their strings. With each rhythmic flick of his wrist the two figures would take a shambling step toward the 'maestro.' Contagion looked aside to his two new thralls as they stood beside him. A chortle escaped his malformed figure as he let one of his bladed tendrils rip out of his body.
"Lets go earn our keep."
Contagion spawned 2 'Contaminated Thralls'
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Post by Tomoka on May 19, 2017 1:45:15 GMT
Tomoka stared into the eyes of his lord, his fury melting as fear began to fill his system, but not nearly as much as when he was on Arcose. Xylo appeared to be only annoyed by his actions, and Tomoka would nod, leaving the green man where he lay. As he received orders from Mammon, he casually nodded, and began hovering in the air. He didn't care if the green one would listen, or follow him. He had work to do.
It didn't take long for the bulk of the forces to arrive. Tomoka was near the forefront of the much smaller Mazoku forces, and a few Saiyans at a short range almost stopped their onslaught. What was one of their own doing with the Mazoku? Perhaps he was being held prisoner? Of course, they couldn't see the Mazoku emblem branded onto the chest plate of his armor. That is, until he uncrossed his arms, and charged forward.
They stood no chance. Most were low class foot soldiers, who were being sent to this random mudball from the homeworld to defend it, for "glory" and "honor" as Tomoka would've most likely done had he remained on Vegeta, being sent here to fight an army of overpowered green men. Even though they were in a very similar situation to that of Tomoka, he felt no sympathy. Orders were orders. The enemy had to be destroyed. These were not young boys, freshly recruited from the academies to die in a war they cared nothing about. No, these were soldiers, and even though they had no real say in the matter, they were Tomoka's enemies. They stood in his, way, and that of Xylo's way. For that, they needed to be defeated.
It wasn't hard, of course. Tomoka was easily five times most of their strength, which meant it only took a few hits to knock out, or kill, quite a few of them. Their were many of them, of course, many more than had come with the armies of the Mazoku. But, nevertheless, the mazoku were stronger. Tomoka could only hope though, that as the battle would range on, that the odds would remain in their favor... and that it would talk a long time for the Queen to arrive.
Lord Xylo Contagion Yurei Mammon
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Post by Lord Xylo on May 19, 2017 7:30:51 GMT
The enemies marched into battle proudly, determination etched into their faces. They would face these foes, and beat them back to the blue grass they came from! As they approached their destination, they began to take formation. Some of the fighters took to the sky as they approached, and the bulkier men in the group broke off to serve as a front-line. They were ready to toss out some serious pain, but unluckily for them, their enemies were already prepared.
Within seconds, the enemies were already on the offense. Snipers on the ridge took out a large majority of unaware soldiers, and the presence of a Saiyan who'd sworn allegiance to the Mazoku was able to tear through their ranks even faster. Still, they pushed onward, their battle cries filling the air. The Mazoku forces would rush out to greet them, and an all-out brawl would ensue.
It was an intense and bloody brawl. Saiyans beating down Namekians, Namekians blowing Saiyan's out of the sky, and all manner of mercenaries teaming up on the Solar Empire scum.
The battle was a stalemate for the time being, but with the assistance of the Mazoku's stronger forces, surely they would turn the tides.
Xylo stood on a ridge, overlooking the battle from afar. He could have entered the fight now, and ended it with a simple barrage of attacks, but he wanted to test the strength of his men. If they failed, he would step in, but for now, he'd simply watch. With a cocky smirk, he turned to the few still around him, and issued orders. "Get in there, boys. Give 'em hell, and make sure to aim for the tails."
The SSE are here! There's a big ol' bunch of em, but I don't want this thread to go on forever. Feel free to write out a fight between you and a few NPCs, and then next round on my post we'll consider the fight a victory. (I wanted this to be a lot longer but I'm losing muse for this particular thread, and I don't wanna leave this battle hanging on forever because I'm slowing down.)
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Post by Yurei on May 19, 2017 12:00:07 GMT
Far away from his team, he rose to his feet and overlooked the saiyan enemies who currently were in a battle with the Mazoku Dominion Namekians. A smirk appeared on his face and upon turning around, a saiyan commander appeared 5ft away from him. Officer Korn  The Officer folded his arms across his chest and he took a stance of confidence and pride. Two subordinates of a much lower power level now took their landing beside him. “Oh, this must be my lucky day.. out of all the people to come across, I run into the one brenchian I clearly recognize from before.. I have fought your father countless times.. and now to fight his son.. hehe..” The two subordinates took their movements forward, closing the 5ft gap into 2ft. However, Yurei wouldn't allowed much further movement anymore and quickly rushed the two saiyans. Now pulling out his sword in the nick of time, he sliced both of their chest in a quick motion. They dropped simultaneously and dying in their own pool of blood. The saiyan officer vanished from his position and appeared behind Yurei. The officer disabling Yurei’s right arm by placing it on his back and then kicking his right back of the knee to place him in a kneel. The officer placing a strong grip on Yurei’s skull and just able to touch it. “You know something, your father was a joke for an arcosian soldier.. however, I would never think that his son would abandon the empire to join a group of Namekians.. Your out of your league boy, it's time I put you to rest..” Mustering up the strength to break free from the grasp of the saiyan’s grip on his right forearm, Yurei was able to turn his back and attempt to slice the neck of the officer with his lower left leg sword. This failed miserably, and the officer grabbed a hold of his sword leg and with the other hand he sliced the blade off of his leg. Now being tossed to the ground by a release, Yurei landing on his back as he panted to himself. “Abandoning your comrades… This isn't a shock factor at all.. you came here while the others stood their ground.. I really don't know what Xylo sees in you.. but then again, I don't think you will be alive anymore to become useful to him..” The saiyan opening up the right palm of his hand and taking aim with it as he forms a blast on his right hand. Yurei entering a flashback as he closes his right eye. Flashback Yurei being on the field and maintaining his garden of various plants in the rain. His father coming out and now standing behind him. “A ten year old being able to maintain a garden all by himself, and no matter what the weather is, you won't let it stop you from doing what you need to do..” Yurei looking over his shoulder and smirking. “I want to build the biggest garden out there and protect it from anyone trying to steal from us..” His father chuckled to himself and walking over to Yurei as he placed his hand on Yurei’s head. “You have a kind heart Yurei, you grew up in a time where we were just in a war against the saiyans.. Now that food is very limited, we must all we do to protect it.. Yurei, take this advice to heart.. the ones who use strategy than brute force will 9 times out of 10 win the fight.. sometimes you have to play dirty to win..” Flashback End The saiyan officer now towering over Yurei’s body and with a cocky smirk, he placed the blast just three inches away from Yurei’s head. “Any last words brenchian scum?” m.youtube.com/watch?v=AFM_Oma01ScYurei opening his right eye in a fit of rage and grabbing a handful of dirt as he now stares at the commander. “What’s it like losing to a farm boy?” The saiyan officer was confused at what he had just said, giving Yurei the perfect opportunity to blind him with dirt at his face. The impact was more than enough to have Yurei vanish from his position. The officer firing the blast in front of him. The officer backing away as he rubs his eyes with his left forearm. Before the officer could realize what was happening, Yurei slicing up the officer's left forearm. The officer having blurry vision and seeing his forearm drop to the ground. Yurei then sheathing his sword and now entering a one handed handstand and slicing the neck of the commander with his broken blade on his left leg. The officer now holding his neck with his right hand to stop the bleeding, this being almost too late as Yurei now takes his kneel stance, pulls out his sword and stabs straight through the officer's right hand and the other end of his neck. Yurei pulling out his sword that is half covered in blood and the officer dropping to the ground. A heavy pant left Yurei and Yurei dropping to the ground beside the officer as he panted to himself in a joy of victory to himself. Now laying on his back, he lays the sword to his side as he closes his right eye to rest. The saiyan soldiers that stayed floated to the sky, witness their officer dying before them. In a fit of rage, these last ten that surrounded this area went flying straight to Yurei. A smirk left Yurei’s face and his body vibrantly moved swiftly through the ten grunt soldiers. A swift motion of his sword struck the main components that kept these soldiers alive. The ten soldiers dropping to the ground as they laid beside their officer dead. Yurei took his landing to where the pile of bodies were and sat on the officer's back as he placed his scarf over his mouth and his hood over his head as he sheathed his sword. Yurei was indeed worn out, however, he couldn't let his guard down as he rested by sitting on the commander’s corpse. |
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