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Post by Abo on Jun 2, 2017 1:25:39 GMT
Abo returned to the ship with a satchel full of electronics. Wand ordered him to go scavenge the dead Kanassan city for valuables, but Abo wasn't the brightest mark in the books, and so he simply spent the past couple of hours tearing out electronics wherever he could. His bag was filled with fuses from office buildings, vehicle steering wires, and small computers and gadgets. Somewhere in there, the seven foot tall alien even found a scouter, but unfortunately he must've dropped it somewhere before he got a chance to bag it! When the mercenary trekked back up the platform to the helm of the Sterling Kraken, the door slid open, giving way to the alien and his heavy burden. Wand—who was drooling in his sleep in the captain's chair—woke with a jump at the whirr of the door. Graeb was still fiddling here and there with some circuitry. "Found some junk," Abo croaked in his regular froggy tone. With a heave, the zoon-seijin plopped the bag of loot on the ground. Graeb got to his feet and walked over, while Wand simply swiveled his chair. "Just trinkets, yeah?" The majin crime boss spoke, with a yawning haught strewn across his face. But Graeb, the resident engineer, seemed to think differently. "Interesting—" the bearded brenchian began, fiddling through the pieces of machinery as he plucked them from the bag. "Heh?"
"—Nothing, just some interesting parts in here. I only wish…" The young man looked apologetic, "You didn't exactly do a great job dismantling them delicately.""Sorry," Abo replied in an apologetic rasp, pushing his long legs to his full hight and leaning up against the wall. The Zoon-Seijin pulled out a space cigarette from his belt and balanced it between his massive fish lips. Then, with both hands, the alien focused energy between his fingers, eventually forming a ball of ki. The baseball orb shrank down to the size of a marble as he balanced it on his pointer finger, and then flickered out into nothingness as it fulfilled it's purpose of lighting the cigarette. Abo puffed passively as Wand turned back around in his chair and Graeb continued rummaging through the sack of devoured electronics. "Remember," Wand commanded, "Now that we're cleared on this coffin as a safe ground, we're setting off for Zacro in ten." "Aye aye," replied the majin's two underlings in unison. Wand smiled. So far, his operation had gone perfectly.
With the Kraken's autopilot activated, Abo was taking a nap in a cot below deck while Graeb was toying with Jasper, working upgrades from Abo's bag of electronics onto the sentient blaster. Jasper was having trouble keeping his mouth shut. Of course, there was no reason why he shouldn't talk to Graeb, it was always sort of just an unspoken rule that Jasper liked to keep to himself. He had no nerves, so it wasn't like the upgrades were painful. Meanwhile, Wand was making phone calls, pacing around the bridge of the ship with his z-communicator pressed against his suction cup of an ear. "I told you! It's big money! Big big money! Cha ching! Zeni! Blocks! Credits—" The majin paused as the person on the other end replied, "—Fuck your enterprise and fuck you, buddy." He slammed the phone down. "Alright," Wand sighed and plopped down in the captain's chair plumply. "Never mind Zacro. Zacro aint an option right now."Just then, Abo ducked through the doorway, stretching his massive mutant frame. "Heh?""It's bad business right now. We were gonna pick up boys to start up the dirt on Kanassa," Wand burped, "But no dice."Graeb looked mildly distressed. Abo leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms, wanting a space cigarette but not wanting to smoke up the cockpit. Suddenly, an idea came to the thick skulled alien, which was usually not a good sign. "We could go to Shikk." The mercenary played off his comment as if it wasn't a big deal— In reality Abo had been wanting to stop by Shikk for a long time. It was a very rich planet, but more importantly… He had suspicions that his best friend was imprisoned somewhere in its mines. "They've got a—" Abo scratched his head, "A… What's it called? A compound, theyse gotta compound of Zacro boys there in the prisons."
Wand looked over at Abo with a sarcastic glance. "So we get our manpower stealing from the saiyan empire?"
Abo hadn't considered this. "Aw shit."But the majin seemed more impressed by the idea, and convinced himself that he'd thought of it. "Poifect. Theyse all tied up in the wars that they won't notice a couple Shikk snatchers on the sly." Wand grinned with a gleam, and then stood up from the chair, prompting Graeb to stand in turn. "Set us up for Shikk. Let's make this short and sweet. We wanna be Kanassa as soon as can be."
Graeb nodded, and within moments he was fiddling with the Kraken's control panel. The ship jolted, changing directions, and then rocketed off into the vast emptiness of Saiyan Solar Empire Space. Soon, the Kraken pierced the pale teal skies of Shikk, and it's shadow danced across it's scraggy fields of grass. The ship circled around the unoccupied wilderness of the planet, where there would be few witnesses besides an unlucky few saiyans training in the mountains. Wand pulled up a map of the planet on a hologram projector in the middle of the bridge. "Our target is the mines. We break in, load the slaves onto the ship, break out, and then geddafuckouttahere." As he spoke, Graeb carefully skirted the ship across the planets mountains, taking pains to fly below the radar. Abo picked up Jasper, his sentient arm blaster, and fitted him onto his arm. "Feels different," the dumb alien commented, and Graeb turned around to talk over his shoulder. "Sure thing. I upgraded its firepower by a good bit.""Heh." Abo looked down at Jasper with a teasing grin, chuckling at the thought of Graeb fiddling with his insides. "Feels great."Abo picked up a bag of detonators, fastening them to his belt, and then lanked to the side door of the ship, gazing out the window. "So what's the plan?"
Wand looked over at his underling with short temper. "There is no plan. You think i'm risking my ass down there? Hell no. The plan is you do what you do and you make it happen. Kapiche?"Abo nodded, cocking back jasper with a light click. "If you need cover fire," Graeb commented, stabilizing the ship in autopilot. "Let me know. We'll swing around and come in for the kill. The Kraken can pack some power." He grinned. This was Graeb's first real heist, and he was visibly excited. Abo couldn't help but pick up some of the infectious enthusiasm. "Sure, sure," he croaked back with a grin, turning towards the door. As the Kraken rapidly encroached on the land below, Abo saw the massive prison complex growing on the horizon. It was a decent sized building built into the side of a mountain, a half prison half mining facility. Behind those walls may have been Abo's best friend. He found himself excited for the first time in a long time. "Coming up fast," Graeb commented from the pilots seat. Abo, pressed the button on the airlock, and the room was immediately filled with the sound of blasting wind, nearly knocking the alien off his feet. "WE'LL BE LOCKED ON YOUR HEAT SIGNATURE," Graeb shouted over the roaring wind, "JUST DO WHAT YOU NEED TO, AND SIGNAL UP FOR AIR SUPPORT."Abo nodded, and then looked down at the ground where he was to land. "Heh!" grunted the alien as he pushed forward through the wind, the door of the four armed ship shutting behind him as he tumbled outwards and then fell like a stone. The alien let gravity take him, and positioned himself upright in air. He turned a dial on Jasper, activating communications. "GOOD TO BE BACK IN ACTION," The sentient blaster shouted over the wind. Abo nodded with a grin. Within moments, the Zoon-Seijin's knees took the brunt of a heavy impact, and Abo rolled forwards into the dirt with a cough. He was going to work quickly. Immediately, the mercenary weaved through the mountains from the position of stealth and out alongside the perimeter of the main plataue. The prison was just a few hundred feet away. Abo ducked up close to the prison. There was a significant amount of open space in the yard, lending lots of room for air support. And if his detonator plan went off well, the building itself would soon be blown wide open. The mercenary skirted along the walls, hiding in plain sight—although he was seven feet tall—placing detonators at key spots around the base of the prison, heading towards the main yard. The alien turned to look at the worn down, fenced in field of rock where the prisoners were contained. They all seemed to be wearing some sort of collar, presumably one that suppressed their Ki. He briefly scanned the yard for Plummice, his hopes immediately rising. But he restrained himself to a quick glance. There would be plenty of time for finding his friend, if he was here, later on. Abo breathed in deep… And then put on his game face, strutting action into action. Quickly blasted a hole through the fence and slipping in, the Zoon-Seijin Jasper's microphone to amplify his voice. "Alright listen up," the alien croaked over the loudspeaker, "This is a prison break, heh? Geddoudda here."Wether or not anybody listened to him, Abo would turn to Jasper and flick the switch, activating the detonator. Bombs all across the main building and mountain would shift into activation at once, and then blow one after another at critical points in the structures. Soon, the walls of the prison would hopefully come crashing down without destroying the internal flooring and killing those inside. He cocked back his sentient arm blaster, and Jasper purred in responce, roaring into an electric yellow charge. In the meanwhile, Graeb would lower the Sterling Kraken to the ground, allowing it's four arms to transform into legs, ducking the ship low like a spider. The mechanic flipped switches, powering on the cannons to charge cover fire in case Abo got in shit too deep. Now, all they could do was wait. "Shit—" Abo cursed to himself, and raised Jasper back up to his lips as a megaphone. "Whaddayou all waiting for? Scram! Let's go, heh!?" Breaking the prisoners out of Coliflio Mines and tranfering the population to Kanassa Abo: 800 PL T2 Shop Jasper: 5000 PL. Ultimate Max Power Energy Wave [MP3] Charging The Sterling Kraken: 50,000 PL. Cover Fire Kraken Cannon [UV3] Charging
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Post by Vocado on Jun 2, 2017 8:59:50 GMT
"SERIOUSLY?!"Vocado groaned in supreme anger, tossing a dried out glass of Drumbelly Whiskey out the front door of the bar. It crashed loudly against the neighboring building, causing an animal to screech in surprise. The bartender gave a harsh glare, but before the young boy could even pipe up, he was tossed a heavy bag of money as compensation. Still, the Saiyan Bartender muttered an insult under his breath. Probably something like 'cheapskate', or 'old-timer'. "Do you ever do... Anything?" The Bartender inquired, his face shadowed by the dim lights behind the bar. "I don't think I have seen you move from that seat in about two weeks. You've scared more customers off with your foul stench than people I've killed, and that's saying something."The Ex-General didn't respond verbally. He simply slid a second bag of Zeni across the counter; exactly enough for another bottle of the hard stuff. Reluctantly, the tailless bartender slid a second bottle of Drumbelly across the counter. Vocado caught it expertly in his gloved hand, and flicked the cork off with little effort. He took a swig, and let out a deep exhale after. This was one of the harder drinks on this side of the galaxy, or at least it was the hardest Vocado could take. His liquor tolerance had shot up drastically over these past few months. By his estimate, he could probably drink a few Arcosians under the table, assuming he didn't murder them first. There was a large rumble outside. Vocado ignored it. "Did you hear that? Sounded like an explosion."Vocado turned, his eyes widening at the sight of the only other patron in the bar. It was Zam, the Zoonian who'd come to see him! Was it bad that he didn't even realize the guy had been here this whole time? The Saiyan assumed it was probably very bad. Big Zam fiddled with the scouter on his face, letting out a startled yelp when the hand-me-down piece of tech exploded on his face. "Damnit," he muttered, "Vocado, check your scouter. I got a feeling something just went down." With a roll of his eyes, Vocado sat up in his seat, grabbing for the scouter attached to his belt and flipping it on. It sputtered to life meekly; if he hadn't just used a few weeks ago, he might have thought it dead already. After a few more seconds of startup, the dying scouter beeped to life, and blared wildly. Some intense readings were coming from just outside town, it seemed. "Gimme a break..." Vocado took the scouter off his face, tossing it to Zam before placing his head in the palms of his hands. He made a mental note to not breath in the stench of his worn-down gloves ever again. "Looks like some unlucky punk decided to make a jab at the prison."Zam read the scouter himself, and nodded somberly. "Sounds like trouble." The fish-lipped alien cracked his knuckles as he pushed away from his table. "I've been waiting for trouble. C'mon, lets get going." "Why do I feel like you planned this?""Trust me, I could not have planned this if I tried." The Zoon pushed the doors of the bar open, and Vocado reluctantly followed. As soon as the two were out of ear-shot, the bartender vaporized Vocado's chair. There was no way he was going to let that abhorrently filthy thing sit in his bar any longer. "This is it.""This is it?"The duo floated above the smoldering prison, eyes scanning the landscape harshly. It was hard to pinpoint the exact location of the attackers at first, but with some focus, and a bit of waiting for the scouter to reboot, they were able to pinpoint the spearhead of the assault. In the direct center of the prison yard sat a strange Zoon warrior, with a pitiful Power Level of 800. Strangely enough, however, his blaster was outputting more power than he was! There was also a third energy not far off, which far outclassed Vocado, but its source was hard to pinpoint; a downside of the outdated software. There wasn't much time to waste. The guard detail of the prison was scrambling to contain everything, and the prisoners themselves were starting to figure out what exactly happened. Within moments, Zam and Vocado landed across from Abo; Zam with his arms folded, and Vocado with a half-empty bottle of Drumbelly Whiskey in his right hand. "Damn. I did not know there was someone uglier than me out there. What's up with this guy?" Zam tossed Vocado's scouter back to him, which the Ex-General snatched out of the sky. He placed it back on his own face as his tail wrapped itself around his waist. "Hell if I know. Maybe he's deformed." His attention turned to Abo for a second, his brow raised. "Hey buddy! You deformed or something? I don't think I've ever gotten to pummel a defect."Vocado took a hearty swig of his whiskey as his bright red aura began blazing around him. With a nonchalant raise of his hand, the Saiyan began charging up an orb of Ki. It ballooned in size quickly as he wiped drops of alcohol from his beard. He motioned his head toward Zam, and the Zoon reluctantly began charging his own blast. "I was hoping we'd toss him around for a bit, captain." "Too drunk for that, Zam." The Zoon nodded, and the two of them focused entirely on Abo... Well, Vocado was also focused on his drink, but you get the idea. They already had enough power to tear Abo into shreds. Charging up was just to make the poor bastard piss his pants before he died. Maybe he'd try to beg for his life, too. That'd be fun. It'd been a while since they had the chance to scare someone to death while on the job. "I bet he'll give up."Zam frowned, turning to Vocado and speaking in a hurt tone. "Hey! He's a Zoon... I think, anyways. We're pretty tough, even if some of us are weaker than dirt." Vocado smirked, chuckling as he took another drink of his whiskey. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Zam."
The dynamic duo has arrived! Vocado's PL: 20,950 KP: 3/3 Charging [MP3] Revolution Ender!100% charged this turn, will become 200% charged next turn! Big Zam ( 50,000 PL Elite Rank Guard ) KP: 3/3 Charging [MP3] Revolution Ender! 100% Charged this turn, will become 200% charged next turn!
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Post by Abo on Jun 2, 2017 15:26:04 GMT
A few prisoners began to scramble out of the newly fried gates, and the cracked prison structure threatened to crumble in completely at any moment.The soon seijin put his hands on his hips, and pulled out a space cigarette, tweezing it between his lips as he lit it with a flick of ki. It seemed like this was going to go well. But if Abo couldn't find Plummice… Than this whole thing would've been in vain. Well— Besides the money. And then trouble arrived. The zoon-seijin took a long drag on his cigarette and sighed, looking over at the two apprehenders. "Goddamn," the alien croaked, cracking his neck to the side, " Kind of rude, aren't you?" The zoon-seijin across from Abo was much shorter than he was. "Yea," Abo grinned his wide fish-lips, "They say I'm a mutant."In honesty, the alien's confidence was completely unfounded. He had no sense of power scale, and had no idea how badly he was outclassed. "Listen here," Abo took a step back towards the prison, holding Jasper up in defense. "Nobody here has to get hurt, heh?" He dropped the cigarette from his left hand, letting the smoldering rod fall to the ground, and then crushed it under his boot. As much as he wanted to work something out with these fine gentlemen, he didn't quite believe it would happen. Abo wasn't above running away from a fight either. "Looks like he's in trouble," Graeb bit his lip, looking down at the control panel and energy signatures detailed on it. "Should we go in?" he asked Wand, who was leaned back low in the captains chair. "Nah, nah," the majin gargled, "Give em some time. This was his idea, let him clean up his mess." Graeb clenched his teeth, and turned his gaze back to the monitor, gripping the edges slightly. If things started to go south… Abo started breathing heavy. He had to make a move fast: run, negotiate or stay and fight? He wasn't exactly the freshest card in the deck, but he needed to make a smart move here. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead as he hissed under his breath. Damn it! Why had he chosen Shikk!? Why— Why had he chosen Shikk? To rescue Plummice. If he was going to die… He was going to do it with Plummice at his side. Yes… that was it. Run inside the building, head for cover in the concrete. That was the only option! Suddenly, Abo's eyes would flash slightly, and his body would instantly be consumed in a roaring violet aura. His aura would rocket up as he clenched his fists and tapped into his hidden potential, charging up his signature move: the Kabo Kabo! And just as his aura burst out, he would throw up his finger, as if aiming at something next to the saiyan. "BEHIND YOU!" shouted the zoon-seijin suddenly. With Vocado hopefully distracted, a blipping beam of white light would spiral out from his fingertip, aiming to fry the wrist of the saiyan and cause him to fumble with his bottle of liquor! With that, Abo made a mad dash, transforming into a comet of a silhouette. It would've been clear why he was called the violet bullet. Instantly, he dodged through a small crowd and attempted to zip inside the half collapsed prison! Skidding to a stop, the seven foot tall alien would pause for a moment to pant, and then weave deeper into the dark prison complex, staying near the edge of the building so that he'd have an easy route of escape in case of a cave-in. Abo PL (x3) + (x4) activated! Charging Kabo Kabo [N1] for 1848 PL! Jasper: Charging Sterling Kraken: Charging
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Post by Kallabash on Jun 2, 2017 17:30:49 GMT
After some crazy things going on with his life for the past weeks, or months if you are counting it for real, Kallabash didn't get a single time of peace. When he first crashed, he had to battle with a drunken Saiyan elite, that sure didn't have a mood for anything. Then, weeks later, He was wandering around the mines, only to enter into the second fight with damned Saiyans guards and androids that wanted to shoot him down for no real reason other than pure sadism. He might have earned it when he knocked one of the Saiyans for no apparent reason, but still! He hasn't got one time to relax! And once again, the peace he got so far would be broken again. Kallabash was sitting next to a beach, yes the planet is not a desert, his legs crossed in a meditating position. He had learned this trick of relaxation with a few teachers on his school back when he studied in the earth. This supposedly is useful to give the user a better flow of his ki, therefore, making the user himself enter in a relaxed state. Kallabash was using this so he could get a bit of peace from all the bizarre encounters he had. between deep breaths, Kallabash was finally relaxing when he felt something wrong. There was something... nudging on himself. Opening his eyes for a brief second to see if any Saiyan wanted to fight him, it happened a lot since he first landed. However, there was no one nearby. He sighed in relief, getting back to his position. But then, from his meditative state, he felt a twitch. a Simple twitch? No. It was like the ground shaking violently. Kallabash shot his eyes open, getting to his feet and turning his head, scanning for anything that could have made this feeling. He didn't see much going on but then noticed that he was alone. Completely alone. "Where...where is everyone?" He commented, noticing that a few Saiyans were flying towards the mines direction. "Could it be a riot?" He didn't know what was happening but was eager to investigate. Bursting from the ground, Kallabash flew towards the mines. "Hmph. That's not good." Kallabash muttered to himself while floating in the air. He could see the devastation in the environment below him. There were a couple of craters from some kind of explosion, meaning it was not a simple Riot. No Riot would be able to make this kind of disaster. "This look's like some sort of Prison break." He talked to himself, scouting the area to find the epicenter of all the devastation. It didn't take long before he felt numerous energy signatures, small energy ones from the prisoners, but there was a conglomeration of high energy signatures somewhere. It didn't take too long before Kallabash could track from where the energy was coming. From the center of the yard of the prison, he could feel 4 people that have a power above the average. There was a fifth, but that would be someone that was hiding, so probably he had nothing to do with the issue at hands. "That's probably the ones that created this mess." He burst towards the 4 ones that were showing a high energy signature, in an attempt to understand what was happening.
Kallabash was about to land when he noticed a being shooting something at a Saiyan and attempting to run and hide. His eyebrows lifted when he noticed a few prisioners were escaping, and the Prison structure was about to collapse. Landing a few meters away from Vocado and the zoan, Kallabash would start to analyze the place, looking at everything, taking notes mental notes of it. "Hmph. It seems that this is one hell of a prison break" Instinctively, feeling The energy building upon his enemies, Kallabash started to charge his own energy, just as a self-defense measurement, Ki orbs forming in his palm. He didn't want to use it, but he wouldn't think twice if the occasion meant that. Turning to face Vocado and his friend, he would give a small grin. "Hey drunk man and company. How's going?" He would try to be as cool and calm as possible. He didn't wanted to start a fighting with no reason. "Look's like you guys are taking good care of this place. Reaaally good care."
Kallabash joined in! PL: 35.888! Charging [MP3]Mega Radiant Blow! 100% this round! 3/3 KP
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Post by Vocado on Jun 3, 2017 2:04:17 GMT
"OoOooOh," Vocado burped out, feigning surprise. "you hear that, Zam? He's a mutant. What a unique and interesting portion of his life. I bet all the girls love it." The Ex-General chuckled to himself, taking another hearty swig of his alcoholic drink as he adjusted his stance. Zam laughed as well, though it was faint. He was focusing more on his charging energy than Vocado's jokes. It'd been a while since he had held energy like this. The Mutant Zoon took a step back, leveling his blaster at the two as he inched closer to the prison proper. He croaked out a pitiful offer as he dropped his cancer-rod to the ground. Vocado took a step forwards, his drink swishing wildly due to his harsh movement. "You're right. Nobody has to get hurt. Doesn't mean it can't happen." In the distance, a scream of pain was heard. One of the prisoners just shanked a guard. "See? Didn't that sound like fun? Why don't I show you how fun it can --" The retired Saiyan was interrupted mid-sentence, as the Mutant Zoon suddenly raised his Power Level. He shouted a false warning to Vocado, who, in his drunken state, fell for his foes trick. He turned on his heel, eyes wide, before suddenly frowning. There wasn't anything behind him besides mountains and wilderness! Funnily enough, it looked like one of the mountains far off had just exploded as he was staring, but maybe that was the drink playing tricks. Vocado began to turn, but Abo had acted before the Saiyan had even finished turning! He fired a thin beam of Ki at the General, which, in Vocado's eyes, whiffed horribly. Its target was the General's hand, but instead, it'd hit the direct center of his bottle of whiskey. The glass shattered into thousands of pieces, falling into a heap on the floor. Vocado didn't notice. "Trying to trick me, eh? You need to work on your aim, froggie!" He took a swig of his whiskey. It wasn't there. He looked at his hand. The only thing left of the bottle was the cap. Zam turned to Vocado, and then to Abo. The Zoon-mutant was already on the run towards the innards of the prison. Whether he knew how much shit he got himself into just now or if he just gunned it as soon as his attack launched, Zam didn't know. What he did know, however, was that Abo was in for a world of pain now. Nothing would save the Zoon from the beating of a lifetime. Vocado continued to stare for a few moments, his vision blurring from rage. "You... Stupid... DAMN... IDIOT!" His aura exploded around him again, raging higher and brighter and angrier than before. He took a deep, rage-filled breath as his eyes turned to the prison complex itself. Abo had scurried off inside. A bad decision. The Ex-General stomped forwards, his hand still holding a massive amount of Ki. The orb's burgeoning energy suddenly doubled in strength. "Damn. Really glad I am not that guy right now."As Vocado approached the prison, Kallabash appeared. The tailless Saiyan was one Vocado had pummeled before... or maybe he'd been by him pummeled before. He didn't exactly remember, and he didn't exactly care. That damn fool was unimportant right now. Kallabash tried to make a comment, but he was ignored. "Outta my way amputee!" Regardless of the tail-free Saiyan's actions, Vocado would fly past him, his right shoulder out in front of him as he aimed to smash right through the wall of the prison. He hit the wall harshly, but his strength and speed allowed him to crash right through it with little resistance. He chased down Abo's rising Power Level with his sputtering scouter, eventually cutting him off in a very narrow passageway. He breathed heavily, shoulders hunched as his eyes stared daggers into Abo's soul. "Suck on this you frog-faced fuck!"He brought his hand out in front of him, and the immense orb of energy still growing in his hand burst outward into a wave of violent red energy. It coated the entirety of the hall, crushing what little remained to support the building. The combined force of Vocado's attack and the building surrounding them threatened to both crush and vaporize Abo all in one instant. The only question remaining was which fate would befall him first. Meanwhile, on the outside of the prison, Zam continued charging his blast. He hummed patiently to himself as the prison crumbled, looking over to Kallabash if the Saiyan still stood there. "Don't worry about him. He does this sometimes."
Vocado: KP: 0/3 Fired [MP3] Revolution Ender! 200% Charged for a damage potential of: 41,900! Intent: Vaporize Abo!
Zam: KP: 3/3 Charging [MP3] Revolution Ender! 200% Charged this turn, will become 300% charged next turn!
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Post by Abo on Jun 3, 2017 2:56:45 GMT
By the time Vocado managed to assertion his liquor had been shattered, Abo was already balls deep in the prison, dodging left and right through the dark hallways. Faced blurred by… Could one of them have been Plummice? Damnit! He had to stop being so distracted! This was a life or death situation, maybe. Speaking of which— "Backup please," Abo croaked into the receiver on Jasper, and fired a burst of ki straight out a barred window as a flare just in case. "Might've gotten a little bit too deep in here, pal." Jasper modulated through his vocal circuits tensely. "They'll come through," Abo assured himself. Luckily, Graeb took the cue. "Er, Wand," Graeb commented anxiously, looking at the monitor of Abo's location. The majin was looking too. "Alright, alright. Let's pull it on in." With a sudden lurch, the Sterling Kraken would hurl into the air spinning with surprising dexterity. In instants, the now hovering ship pulsed out from behind the mountain and hovered over to the side of the prison, guns blazing. Graeb pushed his arms elbow deep in the control panel, and felt the bio gear lock down on him. Suddenly, he had conscious control of the arms. All that was left to do now was aim and fire. Abo's hearing crevices shook as a low thump and crumble of rock indicated that the saiyan had entered the building. He just had to keep running. There was no way that the drunk ass saiyan could catch him deep in these catacombs. Unfortuantely the Zoon-Seijin hadn't considered the possibility of a scouter. Just as Abo began to dart down a passageway, still remaining at the edges of the complex, a whirr of saiyan cut him off, with a glowing blast pointing right at him. The saiyan began to utter words, but Abo's instincts had completely taken over. There was only one way out now. The alien crouched his long, froglike legs… And burst through the wall with a mighty headbutt! Well, it actually took a little bit of give before the stone crumbled and Abo awkwardly tumbled outside of the complex, rolling to his feet in a semi dazed state but maintaining the energy that was building in his lower stomach for his signature move. Luckily, that was enough of a signal for his air support to know where to fire. Looking through the hole in the wall at the massively burgeoning orb of energy, Graeb only had one shot. The Kraken's four arms had already whipped into place, locked on Abo's location even while he was inside the building "Firing!"
Immediately, a barrage of powerful purple plasma beams slung from each of the cannons in the blink of an eye. The ship recoiled physically, reacting in the air as if it was an organic organism, thanks to the bio link to Graeb. As the cannons unleashed their fire, the four beams collided with the saiyan's burst of energy, clashing with it for a moment. "Fuck yessssss," hissed the alien with a grin. For a second, it seemed like the airship's superior firepower would overwhelm the ki attack. But the fault was in the cannon's inconsistency. Their rapid fire cover fire wasn't enough to fully take out the burst of energy. Luckily, Abo had his own plan in the making. As the orb of ki hurled towards him, the Zoon-Seijin unleashed the full extent of the rippling purple energy in his stomach. His insides were coated with ki, and his mouth began to open. But the more it opened, the more it became clear that it was spreading to encompass an absurdly wide range of space: his jaw had dislocated entirely from a burst of kiai from his insides. Abo braced himself, his legs slamming to each side of his body and his arms smashing into the ground, his widened dislocated jaw spreading out: he was going to gulp up the incoming orb of energy and eat it whole! An amplified gargle of a croak emerged from the depths of Abo's body, a harrowing cry! "Kabo kabo!"As Vocado's blow hurled towards him, the Zoon Seijin's eyes flashed in one final glint, before his lips wrapped around the ball of energy and his body leapt forwards like a frog, slurping down the orb in mid air! The alien tumbled forwards from his flip, and suddenly lurched forwards in pain, his stomach growling for a moment before... "OOF!" The alien grunted and leaned over as the remaining energy from Vocado's blast erupted inside of his stomach, bloating him up like a balloon for a moment before a reverberating burp released the energy and shook his bones. He couldn't take another blow like that. But he had to brush it off, if he wanted to take out a stubborn drunk like this "Good eats," the alien slurped, suppressing a groan as he wiped his chin from the saliva that had drooled out and snapped his jaw back into place. Back on his feet, Abo whipped his blaster out, aiming it directly at Vocado's head. "Now lights out, heh?"
Pulling Jasper's trigger quickly, a torrent of white light would instantly cross the distance between the two figures, headed to singe Vocado's hair right off his head!Kraken Cannon [UV3] 199% Charge split over 3 turns for 33,166 PL per turn, colliding with Vocado's MP3! Abo eats the remaining PL using [N1] Kabo Kabo barrier, 3,696 and takes the overflow as damage! Jasper fires Ultimate Max Power Energy Wave [MP3] 15,000 PL, loftily aiming to knock the drunken vocado out and/or fry the hair off his head
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Post by Kallabash on Jun 3, 2017 21:26:43 GMT
Kallabash was almost confident that Vocado would attempt to attack him after his mockery towards his job as a Guard on the mines. But it seemed that the Saiyan was really bloody pissed with whatever happened to him when that figure was here. He simply insulted Kallabash and flew towards the inner parts of the prison, ignoring him completely, bringing down the walls of it and hunting down that mysterious being. Kallabash only followed his action with his eyes, tracking his movements inside the prison. The friend of Vocado turned to Kallabash, humming as he charged his attack, and spoken to him of how Vocado does that sometimes and that he shouldn't worry. Kall turned his face to the zoon, with a face of knowing what he was talking about. "Yeah, I know that. Since the first moment I met him, I knew he was one of those guys that just blow the shit up." He concluded, turning his face yet again to the complex. "I am more worried about the guy that is being chased by him."Kallabash could feel the energy signature of both Abo and Vocado. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched as the Vocado's blast is shot, Kallabash feeling the huge amount of energy flowing on that instance, the Prison not holding anymore and about to crumble. "What is going down the-" He started speaking before a "THUD" sound of a marble falling on the ground. Turning his face a bit more far to the left, the mysterious figure left the complex with his head in the front, skimming through the ground like he was drunk. "Well, That was-" And then, Kallabash felt the earlier energy signature he felt come at where they were standing with full speed. The "thing" flew at a high speed, quickly reaching the area in less than a minute! That was impressive! And the most impressive part is that This thing, that looked like an octopus or something, started to shooting in the prison part of where Abo and Vocado was. Kallabash started as the massive energy shots were split, shooting in different directions but concentrated in one location. The accuracy was doubtful but the range was perfect: This octopus knew where to shoot, therefore could concentrate the barrage to a specific location, therefore not creating many casualties. The amount of Ki energy being unleashed at that spot was so big that Kallabash couldn't quite discern who is shooting who in what distance and what target. Kallabash energy inside him built even more, and he wanted to try to stop that massacre before someone got severely hurt or worse. Turning his head to Vocado's ally, he would attempt to make him stop his drunken friend. "Look, you seem more of a guy with your head in place. I think we should do something to stop this madness. Innocent people will end up dying if they continue. He stated, trying to convince Big zam to help him take a hold on then. "He might have been the creator of this Prison break, but killing him alongside thousands of prisoners is not a wise choice."Kallabash then fully turned to the SSE Zoon. "How about we try to control this situation before it get's any worse?" He finished his explanation, hoping that guy was at the very least, worried of the victims that have nothing to do with that.
Kallabash is trying to convince Vocado's guard to stop this madness! [MP3]Mega Radiant Blow Still charging! 200% Charge! KP: 3/3
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
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Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Jun 4, 2017 6:37:54 GMT
“Thing’s getting worse is all a matter of perspective”
A bit earlier “Habana, we’ve got some strange reports from Shikk, apparently there is some sort of riot going on in the Coliflo Mines holding area” While Habana could not say she had expected this specifically she HAD more or less expected something to go off, things were just a bit too stable right and that was just not particularly likely to last when it came to Habana’s luck. Riot’s were not a particularly uncommon event in the Coliflo Mines, they were some of the few locations that were a bit more lax in how they dealt with prisoners in that because they were utilized in manual labor for the mines they were afforded a lot more time out of a cell, it wasn’t quite ‘freedom’ as it involved forced labor but it it had just enough of the perception of freedom that it caused the prisoners to seek more. It was for this reason that actually receiving a report on a riot was important, they were so common that generally they went unreported. The guardian automatons and local presence of active and vacationing Empire soldiers often wrapped things up quickly. So to receive a report meant that things were NOT being wrapped up quickly and that there was some risk of actual success in this riot. The fact that this came at a time where the SSE and Mazoku were trading attacks and trying to snatch away each other's planets felt just a bit too convenient for it to truly just be a riot. And so Habana and her personal guard took to the Eclipse, the trip was swift and due to the ship’s modifications even if there was a threat that could hamper their travel those threats were entirely unaware of their presence. Habana was pleased to find that upon arrival on Shikk that the planet was not in ruins nor were there any immediate signs of a major Mazoku attack. House Coliflo was quick to accept their Queen and surrender acting control of the situation to her, if they had any gripes on the matter they were at least smart enough not to voice them in the midst of the issue. “Alright, for now Jala and I will stay here and keep an eye on the situation on Shikk, determine if there is anything more to this breakout than it seems” Habana said, on the trip over more details had come through, this was not actually just a simple riot but rather it seemed that there was a genuine plan in motion, an attempt at a breakout though who the perpetrators were looking to break out was still unknown. Best of all was that evidently while House Coliflo was not quite up to the task of handling the situation another Saiyan had stepped up to take point on quelling the breakout, the former head guard of Knutts, Vocado. “Raca, you will head to the mines and back up Vocado, follow his lead as long as he seems capable of handling the situation.” Raca only briefly lingered with a curious look at the order before nodding and taking off. With any luck this would be a chance for Vocado to prove that his failure to bounce back after defeat was simply a bump on his path, by all indications he was an excellent soldier otherwise, perhaps he simply needed a chance to prove himself again and Raca would, if Vocado was smart, ensure his victory. Raca allowed himself a smirk as he floated down into the mines his previously suppressed power slowly rising as he approached his arms crossed over his chest, he was a unique sight, a powerfully built Namekian wearing distinctly non-namekian attire, rather he wore the armor of the Empire, the royal crest emblazoned over the right breast of his armor just above the emblem of the warrior clan of Namek. “I apologize for not arriving sooner Vocado, I have orders to defer to your command. I am Raca of the Queen’s Guard. What would you have me do?” He said giving the bearded Saiyan a grin hopeful that he would get a chance to brawl with one of the stronger warriors present, while his scouter indicated none of the warriors present had the power to challenge his true power Raca had learned to control his power explicitly so that he could restrain it to better challenge himself. Considering the powers present Raca put a guess that he would be best served facing off against the odd Saiyan who seemed to believe that the people here were somehow 'innocents' despite the fact that they were most certainly not, those who served in the Coliflo Mines were prisoners, generally the more physically capable lot that werent so powerful or depraved that they needed to be shipped off to Knutts.
The cavalry's 'ere! Raca PL: 168,455 | Raca Current PL: 85,000 [3/3 KP] -[UT] Power Setting | Active Habana PL: 336,910 [Presently elsewhere on Shikk] [3/3 KP] Jala PL: 252,683 [Presently elsewhere on Shikk] [3/3 KP]
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Post by Yurei on Jun 4, 2017 14:04:43 GMT
60,496 Power level - Yurei Enters! The prison was quite quiet this past hour. Yurei had been finished working in the mine and had taken a shower prior to entering his cell. Now resting on his bed and facing away from his cell door, he rested his eyes. Truth be told, there was no reason for Yurei to even be in this prison, in fact, the only reason he was in this prison was to take control of it from the inside. Yurei already had established dominance in the prison with the inmates and all he needed was to take over the prison from within. His plan of luxury and full command of trying to live this life, came crashing down. His cellmate, Plummice was overjoyed as he felt his long time friend Abo’s power level. Cheers and yelling left his voice as Yurei rose from his feet and towered over his cellmate with anger in his facial expression and tone of voice. “Come on let's get going…” Yurei had restrained himself and if a friend like that was willing to cause chaos to save another, Yurei welcomed it with open arms. A smirk had appeared on his face momentarily and before they could exit their cells, two saiyan soldiers entered their room and aiming their hand cannons at them. One of the saiyan soldiers measured Yurei’s power level due to his more tough appearance. The saiyan soldier laughed, placing his hand on his stomach and trying to contain himself. “Hey hey Butch, get a load of this brenchian’s power level! It’s only five thousand! Now enough joking, the both of you, get on your knees and you both will be placed in handcuffs.” Yurei keeping his ki suppressed as he looked to Plummice and gave him a quick nod. Plummice took the hint and the both of them got on their knees and placed their hands above their head. The saiyan soldiers first heading to Yurei, to cuff him first since he appeared to be the more stronger out of the two. Upon these two soldiers towering over Yurei, Yurei raised his power level to the maximum. Both their scouters shattering to pieces and their fear levels were out of this world as Yurei quickly grabbed one of the soldier’s neck and hurled him to a nearby wall. Being knocked out from this, Yurei then rising to his feet and sending a straight jab to the saiyan’s face, sending him straight back out of the cell and into an oncoming saiyan soldier. The both of them being knocked out from this as Plummice’s eyes widen in shock and wondering why Yurei’s even in this prison with that kind of power. Yurei shifting his eyes to Plummice with anger to his look. “Your just going to keep day dreaming? Let's get the hell out of here!” The both of them started running down the hallway of the prison, far from the commotion that was happening far away from everyone else. Yurei had grabbed one of the pickaxes from the floor and immediately held it like a battle axe in times of war. Yurei began to charge his immense ki into the pickaxe itself and started to use his left free hand as a means to fight while his right was occupied. Running down a much narrow hallway, a saiyan soldier intervening and blocking their path. Yurei blocking the incoming fist as he then maneuvered his body around the soldier and sending a straight kick to his back upon passing him. The soldier flying to the ground and knocked out as Yurei continued his travels to the upcoming stronger power levels that was fairly far away. Yurei and Plummice running down a narrow hallway as Yurei is speaking to him as they run side by side. "As long as we work together, we can overcome the odds.." Yurei shifting his eyes to Plummice in a sense of being worried, he didn't want to say it, but the chances were very slim to none. Yurei’s scouter continued to monitor the situation and picking up the current power levels of everyone who is gathered currently. Three saiyan soldiers had arrived and were chasing after the two that were clearly heading to the exterior of the prison. Yurei looking over his shoulder as he grunted to himself. “Plummice.. go ahead without me, I will take care of these clowns.. your friend is just up ahead..” Plummice simply nodded and continued advancing forward as Yurei quickly halted in his tracks and turned around to face the three saiyans. Yurei had no time to waste, however with the current situation that they were in, he had no choice. One of the saiyan’s soldier eyes widen in shock, specifically the one in the middle. “You.. why the hell do I have a feeling that we have crossed paths before..” After a full head to toe examination, the saiyan soldier had placed the visual information together in his head. “Yevan? No… you must be his son..” Yurei smirked and yet was still curious as he got into a crouch position with his knees bent and his left arm taking the lead. “How do you know my father..” The saiyan soldier laughed as he stood in a cocky stance and lifted his head up as he revealed his grimy unwashed teeth. “Your father and I fought in the last war.. and I almost killed him.. the bastard was lucky to be alive if his forces hadn't shown up…” All Yurei saw was blood, his vein had popped up from his forehead and an immediate charge followed suit. The incredible speed that Yurei had, going passed the three soldiers in the blink of an eye or so it appeared. Gash marks appeared along the three of their chest, as the one who spoke to Yurei slowly looked over his shoulder. “Impossible.. I died by a..” The three of them dropped to the ground, the one that spoke died and the other two were just knocked out with a severe wound. Yurei continued his advancement towards the others and hoping to catch up to Plummice and the others in time. Yurei’s Status[MP3] Swing Impact - by swinging his weapon or non weapon. Yurei is able to cause severe damage. uses 100% pl damage (Charging 100% this turn) Weapon - Pickaxe Prison uniform same color except on the back it says Prison Shikki
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Post by Vocado on Jun 6, 2017 5:30:31 GMT
Vocado sneered furiously as a massive ship entered his peripheral, its cannons buckling with immense Ki output. So that was the stronger Power Level skulking about! If he'd known sooner, the damn metal bucket would be a pile of nuts and bolts already. Instead, the machine was able to weaken Vocado's attack enough for Abo to completely swallow it! The Ex-General's eyes widened-- both in surprise and fury. He thought only Majin's and Kremlins could pull that stuff! With a cocky quip, Abo leveled his blaster at Vocado's chest, and fired his charged beam. With his energy drained from that attack, he was wide open. Try as he might to jump into the sky to avoid it, he was just too slow. The beam smacked into his chest, making a pitiful -smack!- as it impacted on his armor. He let out a pained groan, flipping backwards through the air, before smashing back-first into the prison wall. It shuddered from the force, and the prison itself buckled. The structure didn't have much time left. "Wow," Zam said from across the courtyard, astonished. "How the hell is that thing still standing? Should be a pile of rubble now, honestly." The Zoonian began walking towards Vocado's impact zone, but stopped a few steps later when Kallabash spoke. The fish-lipped alien stared at Kallabash in confusion. "Uhh... Innocent?" Zam turned to a nearby group of prisoners. They weren't running yet. Instead they were circling a prison guard, kicking him relentlessly. One prisoner was even bent down, repeatedly shanking the helpless soldier. He turned back to Kallabash, and chuckled. "You do realize these are Solar Empire prisoners, right? We only imprison the vilest types. The rest we usually kill. If there's any innocence to be found on this planet, it'd be in the graveyard." He turned to leave again, but instead was greeted by a Namekian warrior, who quipped at Kallabash. Zam groaned to himself; now the Mazoku were here? It looked like that at first, but perhaps the opposite was true. The Namekian was garbed in something only Saiyan Elites were known to be seen in. Was this one of Habana's royal guard? Before Zam could ask any questions, a voice came from inside the prison. It was loud and angry. "YOU BITCH!" Vocado tore himself from the wall he was stuck in, bits of rubble still clinging to fissures in his underarmor. There was a massive hole in his chestplate and underarmor, revealing the bleeding skin underneath. He took deep, heavy, angry breaths as he stepped out of the prison. "I am gonna tear your face off and shove it so far into your own stomach that it'll take a team of BRILLIANT SCIENTISTS to figure out how to fix your sorry soul!" He was weak right now. Very weak. His Ki fluctuated thanks to his injuries, but he wasn't about to go down. The Saiyan was about to charge right for Abo, but the new Namekian arrival made him stop for just a moment. The green-skin told him that they were sent by Habana, which caused the Ex-General to roll his eyes. He didn't like it, but right now Habana's help was actually useful. The Namekian declared that Vocado was to be acting commander. It was strange, being in lead again. Already, he could tell he was going to enjoy it. "Right. You need to get the prisoners wrangled up. We can't afford to lose them all. Find the biggest, toughest one, and break him. We'll toss him in Knutts when we're done; should help deter future riots." He clicked his scouter, and it puffed more dust. "There's someone around here with a Power Level over sixty thousand. Kick their ass." Orders given, Vocado turned his attention to Abo. He wasn't much of a threat now, but Vocado didn't really care. He wasn't about to lose to someone lesser than him AGAIN. Not after Etoru. That little brat, who Vocado didn't even know the name of, had reached Super Saiyan levels. He wouldn't allow himself to lose to someone who couldn't even reach that. "Zam! Open fire on that scrap heap in the sky!" "On it, boss." Zam turned his body, aiming his hand at the squid-like vessel in the sky. There were quite a few passengers inside, but it didn't matter much. The ship needed to go down; if a couple of chumps helping cause a riot went down with their space boat, then what's the harm? He put him wrists close together, allowing the orb to transfer its weight from one hand to both. It pulsated as he shifted his stance, planting his feet firmly in the grassy dirt. His eyes narrowed, and with a single thrust, the orb of Ki expanded into a wave similar to Vocado's own. It screeched through the air, climbing up towards the massive vessel with dismantling in its mind. It'd take quite a bit of effort to save the ship from sinking. Vocado chuckled as the dogfight occurred above them. "Your toy rocket ain't gonna save you this time, punk!" He cracked his knuckles harshly, as his tail involuntarily unraveled itself. It wagged happily, despite the pain that it felt. With a burst of power, Vocado shot forwards, aiming his fist right for Abo's gut. If the attack hit, he'd pull his hand back, before sending in another crushing attack in the form of a haymaker to the jaw. He'd finish it all off with a roundhouse kick, aiming to hit Abo's blaster-wielding hand, and hopefully break some bones.
Vocado: KP: 1/3 +1 KP for no tech use! Took severe damage, but is still kicking. Ordered Raca to fight Yurei
Zam: KP: 0/3 Fired [MP3] Revolution Ender! 300% Charged for a damage potential of: 150,000! Intent: Destroy Abo's Spaceship (50,000 PL Guard)
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Post by Kallabash on Jun 7, 2017 23:40:45 GMT
So, Abo asked me to jump him in the Post order and Bing allowed. Sooooo, here I go!
It seemed that the guard wouldn't want to listen to Kallabash at that point. The Zoan pointed for a few prisioners beating up a guard in a bloody pound, the saiyan coughing up blood from the brutality he was suffering on that spot. Crossing his arms, Kallabash got a bit incredulous; Sure, Prisoners deserve their punishment. but on the other hand, there's no reason for killing then senseless. Everyone should get a chance to explain themselves or even get their shit together. Kallabash put his fingers over his chin. "Yes, they might be the vile type, but even the vile type need a fair chance of living, which isn't something you guys probably do mu-"He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes widened. Suddenly, he starting to feel 3 Huge energy signatures coming from a far way from where he was standing. Kallabash turned his head to the direction of Where Habana and her royal guards had made a camp, astonished. How could some have such immense energy? This energy completely overrun all of the present fighters there. "Just...How could someone have such a high ki signature like that? Just... how?" Kallabash spoke a few words for himself, trying to comprehend that. How could he not felt then earlier? What was happening on this planet? He was so much impressed that he couldn't see what was beholding just a few steps from him: Vocado and Abo's with his spaceship fighting. Kallabash's focus only shifted for the scene in front of him when of the Bigger Power levels from far away flew towards the center of the conflict. With just a few seconds, a Namekian hovered over the prison and landed in front of Kallabash and Vocado's partner, turning to the drunken man that he would be helping him with anything he wanted. The Namekian then shifted to Kallabash, Making the very same take a defensive position. He didn't notice the change in his Energy signature. For Kallabash, he was still pretty damn strong, and he would probably to take him out. 'I am happy that I am charging in self-defense, or else I would be screwed here-' It was when Kallabash heard Vocado's orders. There was another being here? How many of then? Kallabash couldn't keep up with it. This made him get even more ready to fight, his energy inside him increasing brighter and brighter. He was ready for anything. And this "anything" would be soon then it seemed: Vocado ordered the Zoam to shoot down the spaceship. His eyes widened in shock: There were alive beings there! The spaceship didn't have the energy to defend itself, so this would be a massacre. The passengers from inside wouldn't be able to fight back. And that is something the moral law of Kallabash wouldn't admit. "HEY! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! THEY CAN'T DEFEND THEIRSELVES!" The Zoam, however, didn't care. He nodded and shot his immense energy blast towards the spaceship, not thinking twice. Kallabash stared at the energy blast going towards the defenseless spaceship, knowing it would overrun and destroy all the passages of it, without being able to retaliate. This would be an unfair fight. An unfair kill. A dis honorous win... "No...""No."NO!"I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU KILL THEN LIKE THAT!" Kallabash shouted in a furious manner. He promptly extended his arm towards the ki blast, liberating his own energy towards it. He put everything he had, meaning the energy blast flew twice as faster as the zoam energy blast, intercepting it. His blast pierced through the Zoam energy ki, cutting it in half and absorbing most of it, only to implode itself in an explosive spectacularly. This, however, didn't stop the energy of the zoam to continue pushing forward. The rest of the blast wasn't affected enough, therefore kept flying towards the spaceship. Kallabash fell to his knees, holding himself as he got a bit exhausted from the amount of energy he had put in the attack. That wasn't enough to take him down, though, as Kallabash cocked his head to the Zoam and to the namekian if he was still listening: "I...I will not allow anyone die in a dishonored death..." He continued through heavy pants, "They might die...But it will be as honorable as possible...and not some cowardly way..." He finished, slowly trying to get up, only to fail and falling again on his knees. "I guess... I choose my side: The righteous one." He said between heavy pants. "And... I won't back down from it."
Kallabash entered in the fight...Officially! Used [MP3]Mega Radiant Blow To tank Vocado's guard attack! 150.000 - 107.664 = 42.336 Heading towards the Abo's spaceship!
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Post by Abo on Jun 8, 2017 2:28:06 GMT
As Abo unleashed the floodgate of white hot energy, it poured from the tip of his sentient boater and engulfed the saiyan across from him entirely, slamming him into the wall with a crash, crumbling yet another fundamental architectural fixture of the seemingly untoppleable prison. When the saiyan emerged, he was covered entirely in rubble, and his eyes were crazed. Abo took a step back. If the saiyan wasn't taken out by a blast like that, than what chance did he have!? Jasper's circuits whimpered weakly: they were clearly running out of fuel, and it would take a long time before he could muster another attack like that. The seven foot tall Zoon-Seijin turned to run, but something caught his attention before he broke into a sprint: an arrival of… A namekian? Abo's eyes widened with delight. If the Mazoku were here, he could weasel his way out of this easy as snaps! But soon, the Zoon-Seijin's gaze was caught on a specific insignia on the namekian warrior's armor. The namekian chestplate was similar to the saiyan's, and yet— It seemed almost more lavish. He spoke, and it was… He declared he was from the queen's guard. The queen of the Saiyan Empire? This guard was here with her!? Before Abo could even process what he was doing, he grabbed both sides of his head and hissed loudly, and then bent down to sprint away as fast as possible. But the saiyan fired off an order that caused the zoon-seijin mutant to pause mid step. Take down the ship? "The first hit was successful," Graeb grinned, turning back to Wand who nodded indifferently. "We saved Abo by a landslide. He's all good now. I'm going in for a second round of artillery fire now—""Be careful. Youse got precious cargo aboard, pal." "What is that again?" The mechanic asked, cocking his head. "It's me, dumbass."
As the ship lurched forward, Graeb pushed his arms deep into the holes in the control panel, the Sterling Kraken responding biotechnological to his nerve pulses. The Kraken's arms swung back into the air, firing off a heavy round of violet blasts down at the saiyan warrior Abo was facing off against. Although it seemed Abo had done a number on him, the ship still had some juice left in it, and Graeb was going to finish the job. After all, no telling how dangerous a saiyan could be. "Firing second round of plasma bombs," Graeb reported allowed as the ship swept down low, the barrels of its four cannons retracting immediately following the attack. Graeb grinned as the blasts went off, his breathing quick and heavy. "That's what you get for trying to kill Abo."But Graeb barely noticed a far more concerning element that was quickly surfacing at seven o'clock. A hostile Zoon-Seijin down below had formed a massive reserve of ki, and quickly released a burgeoning orb of energy. His attack was screeching towards the Sterling Kraken! If the ki cannon hit, the entire crew of the ship would've been vaporized on impact. "Oh KNUTTS—" Shouted Graeb suddenly, immediately thrashing his arms upwards in defense, hoping to jolt the ship out of harms way. "Waddafuckisit?" Wand complained, putting down his magazine only to look out the window at a sudden screaming red light. "FUCKING—"
Graeb's life began to flash before his eyes… No, not right now! There was still time, there had to be a way— And just like that, by some miracle, another massive radiant light went spiraling through the sky, intersecting with the incoming blast and piercing through it like a donut! The blast was weakened significantly, and— With a massive crash, the Sterling Kraken tumbled through the air in seeming slow motion, a top spinning out of control with it's arms flailing out around it from centripetal force. Graeb was forced to his knees, and Wand went flying from his seat, slamming into the wall and promptly vomiting on the window. When the spiraling came to a stop, the ship was heavily damaged, but still afloat. Its combat systems were still online. But the spacecraft couldn't take another blow like that. One of the starship's arms had been severed, and narrowly missed a guard as it crashed heavily down into the prison yard below. It looked like it was time for a tactical retreat. Abo looked over at the saiyan across the prison yard who had unleashed a light show in defense of his comrades in the sky, and was filled with gratitude. The saiyan had put his life on the line to save Abo's friends. The pea brained alien was frankly stunned at such a selfless display. Unfortunately, his disbelief had put him off guard. As Vocado rushed in, Abo barely had time to defend himself, and took a powerful punch to the gut, coughing up blood immediately as the blow landed. By virtue of his head positioning alone, Abo narrowly managed to duck the haymaker that the vicious SSE saiyan tossed out. But he became too cocky in that instant, and didn't see the roundhouse kick coming. He barely had time to dodge out of the way, so the only option was to lift up his blaster arm in self defense. He blocked, instinctively, not realizing that he was putting Jasper directly in the line of fire. As the saiyan's roundhouse kick collided with the blaster, there was a resounding crack and Abo went reeling back, launched across the prison yard. His feet hit ground and he began to skid to a halt. Immediately, he looked down at Jasper to assess the damage. "Faaak— Faaak— Faaak— Faaak—" The blaster seemed to be stuck on repeat, his vocal circuits repeating the same expletive over and over like a broken record. Cracks ran across Jasper's "body" and one of his glass energy orbs seemed to be broken. He was out of commission for the rest of the fight, at least. There was no way Abo could get any more use out of him. In fact, the Zoon-Seijin would have to be very careful to even get the android out of there alive. Luckily, Vocado seemed to have kicked Abo back at just the right moment: The Sterling Kraken's earlier bombs had just now begun to fall, Abo instantly retreated, pulling back into the crowd as the second round of air strikes rained down towards Vocado. If the saiyan stayed near the prison complex as the bombs detonated on him, it would almost surely collapse. If he hadn't been through so many chaotic mercenary missions, Abo's mind would likely be an incoherent blur right now. But there was one other factor keeping Abo from completely losing it to stress: he was rather dull, and honestly hadn't thought that much about what was going on right now. But something snatched hold of Abo's mind, and didn't let go. Suddenly, his thoughts became incredibly lucid, pulling him out of his typical state of instincts. A familiar telepathic presence caught the Zoon-Seijin by his peanut sized brain, and he was overwhelmed with joy, almost to the point of tears. "Abo?" Even telepathically, the voice was cracking and raw. "P-Plummice?"
Kraken Cannon [UV3] 198% Charge split over 3 turns for 33,166 PL per turn, heading to knock Vocado out! Jasper is knocked out!
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Tag: @habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Jun 8, 2017 3:07:35 GMT
It was pretty easy for Raca to make a decision as to his opinion on Vocado, he was fairly certain he was going to be quite fond of him. Despite being quite a bit weaker than him he had a strangely strong presence, he spoke with the authority of a man quite a bit more capable than the average warrior. It was far less surprising now why the Queen had decided to give the man a chance to keep command of the situation. Likewise holding back his power was another good decision, it would mean that he and by extension the Queen would get a good chance to see Vocado in action and beyond that it meant having a chance to test his skills. Vocado’s orders were fairly simple, he was to quell the bulk of the rioting and as far as the Saiyan was concerned the best way to do so was to strike down the strongest of them, it was a sound plan as even if taking the warrior out did not prevent the riots it would leave one less capable hand on the side of the prisoners and make cleaning things up with a liberal application of fire quite a bit easier considering the average power among the prisoners was far below even Raca’s current strength. “As you wish, call if you require my aid I will do my best to make this quick” Raca said giving the Saiyan a grin before leaving him to his battle, between Vocado’s forces and the forces lead by what appeared to be a strange looking Zoon Raca felt quite confident in Vocado’s chances, still though he’d keep track of Vocado’s energy signature just in case the Zoon’s warriors managed to pull off a surprise victory. It was easy enough to find the warrior Vocado mentioned, he made no efforts to hide his power and furthermore had the physical presence to match his strength, the hulking green Brenchian had already taken down three guards with little effort and already appeared to be preparing something bigger. “My orders were to take you out first to quell the riots, and considering that” Raca gestured at the bodies of the saiyans “you can expect an even lengthier stay, you can surrender any time you like, the longer you postpone your defeat the more severe your new sentence will be,” Raca said dropping into a fighting stance and waiting a few moments to ensure the Brenchian had heard him, whether or not he was smart enough to understand him, however, was something entirely different. “As I was always told it was rude not to introduce yourself to an opponent, I am Raca of the Queens Guard.” With a grin Raca would lunge forward seeking to drive an elbow into the temple of the hulking Brenchian followed up with several quick kicks aimed at the beast’s chest as a way of feeling out how capable he was of defending himself and if the blows landed properly, how much of that muscle was actually contributing to protecting him.
Raca PL: 168,455 | Raca Current PL: 85,000 [3/3 KP] -[UT] Power Setting | Active- Habana PL: 336,910 [Presently elsewhere on Shikk] [3/3 KP] Jala PL: 252,683 [Presently elsewhere on Shikk] [3/3 KP]
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Post by Yurei on Jun 8, 2017 15:22:45 GMT
Looking to his left and then right, Yurei seeing the cracks in the walls that were recently placed there. The screaming of inmates and the SSE soldiers that tried to contain the whole mess. All noises clashed together like a massive crowd at a concert, no one voice distinctly could be heard from all this chaos. However, one voice in particular was the Warden of the entire prison facility and him getting on the PA to make his voice well known and being able to be loud enough to be heard throughout the prison. “This is your last warning Inmates! For those who chooses not to surrender to the SSE will be serving a much longer sentence with the new charges you decide to bring forth.” The PA was cut and the message was clear. Yurei had huff and grunted as he kinda chuckled at the thought of surrender. Continuing his advancement, an unknown figure crossed his line of sight as he intently looked to him. Xylo?!?!!!?!!, Yurei was able to find facial recognition of the individual as he got closer. What's he doing here at the place like this?! Yurei didn't have the brightest mind in the bunch since he clearly hasn't interacted with the namekain species. Upon closer inspection, Yurei disregarded that thought process of the individual being Xylo. Yurei coming to an abrupt halt and looking at the namekain who is running straight to his direction. Yurei had then watch the namekain come to a stop and entering a stance as he heard him speak. “Orders to take me out? For a second I thought you were my boss Xylo.. and you are the Queen’s guard? Hehe, You're on the wrong side.. you should be with Lord Xylo, for his people have gathered to stop the SSE.. you my friend are on the wrong team.. The name is Yurei…and as for my job title, hehe, in and out of prison, a criminal..” Yurei continued to watch this man profusely, looking at his stance and keeping a 5ft distance from him as Yurei also entering his stance with his left side taking the lead. “You could easily just let me go.. in fact, why don't we escape together? I bet Lord Xylo would accept you with open arms..” Yurei’s robotic red eye started to calculate the man’s power level and Yurei grinning while licking his lips. “85,000… you are indeed strong.. someone worth fighting..” Without warning, Raca advanced forward and attempted to elbow Yurei in the temple. Yurei closing his left hand into a fist and raising it up slightly to block the incoming attack. The cold steel meeting the skin of the namekain as Yurei kept staring at his eyes in an angered state. Yurei then started to step backwards as he placed his left hand forward to block the incoming kicks. However one of the kicks was strong enough to push his left hand back into almost impacting his stomach. His feet would meet with the ground and push him back as the ground started to crack and his shoes would screech. Yurei grabbing a hold of Raca's leg, if allowed, pulling the namekain towards his body by yanking Raca’s leg. By doing this, Yurei would then maneuver his body behind Raca and attempt to strike him in the rib cage on his left side with his pickaxe. If successful, the pickaxe itself would be deeply lunged inside Raca’s body. Leaping away whether this was a hit or miss situation, Yurei would then place his arms up in a means of defending himself and also ready to take the battle to Raca. Based on the current status of the prison, both sides would be losing people. Yurei’s thought process would tend to contradict from time to time. Could he beat this namekain and escape? Would he die instead of beating him? Yurei had a constant battle within his mind as he still stayed focus on the objective of being this man. Sweat appeared on his whole body and mainly his face as he was nervous about the whole ordeal. Swallowing spit and trying to think positive was the only thing he could do. To fight a much stronger opponent than he was, was not only an honor but a difficult challenge before him. Even if he somehow managed to escape this fight and be victorious, a high power level signature never escaped him and knew that they were far away. After going over the events, and after this man revealed himself to be the Queen’s guard. Yurei only wondered whether or not that power level was the Queen’s. If the shoe fits right? Yurei began chuckling to himself to make a terrifying moment a bliss one. All he wanted was to escape this hell hole and go in search for Xylo and help him by any means. OOC Using Pickaxe attack on Raca’s left side of the rib cage. 120,992 Damage! (Intent to severely injury and perhaps break a bone in his rib cage.) 0/3 KP
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Post by Vocado on Jun 8, 2017 23:57:55 GMT
The wave of Zoonian Ki soared through the sky eagerly, and without interruption, would have slaughtered those aboard the Kraken. Sadly, however, the tail-free Saiyan from before decided he needed to be a hero. He fired his own beam at Zam's, intercepting a good chunk of it, though not deterring its trajectory. With its power more than halved, the blast was unable to sink the ship. Still though, it was in dire straits; no way it'd be able to be much of a threat now... Right? "Aww c'mon man! That was gonna be my first spaceship kill!" Zam let his hands drop to his sides, and he fell onto his bottom. From his seated position, he took a deep, labored breath, and turned to Kallabash. "I was gonna make a cool one-liner too... Like..." He weakly put his hands out in front of him, making finger guns. "'heh. this ship has sailed.' Yknow? I bet someone would have laughed, too." Zam turned his attention to Vocado, watching his buddy fight intently. The Saiyan General's attacks landed cleanly, the last of which shattered Abo's weapon into a state of disrepair. "Not so tough when you don't have your little groveling grunts protecting you, huh?" Vocado cracked his knuckles as he began slowly walking forwards. He bent down to dash forwards, but stopped in his tracks as a strange light from above stung his eyes. He looked up, horrified and furious to see that Abo's spaceship was still kicking! He growled angrily, tossing his scouter towards the blast, which, upon impact with the incoming blast, vaporized into ash. The best he could do was bring his arms up to block, but it did little to stop the coming storm of energy. The Ki Bomb exploded on Vocado's form, sending him careening through the sky. He let out a pained scream as he tumbled through the air, before smashing right into the prison again. The walls shivered, before finally giving out, causing a good amount of the prison to come toppling down atop the once-proud Saiyan General. There was silence in the yard as the ruined stone and metal settled. Zam stared blankly, trying to process what just happened from his position. Was his commander really dead? There was no way! "Come on, Vocado... Please... Wake up or something!"Deep inside the rubble, a Saiyan stirred. It was hard to move with his intense injuries, but he was determined to keep living. The rubble impeded his movement, and pressed down on his open wounds, causing him to take sharp, pained breaths. Damnit... Am I really gonna die here? Beaten by some low-life who's weaker than his own ship?!He tried to move, but it was painful. Moving the rubble would be impossible in his current state, unless he wanted to receive an extra broken bone or two for his trouble. His hope was waning as time went on, but what little remained of his pride forced him to keep conscious. No... No way! I am a Saiyan. A proud Saiyan Warrior! I've lost too many times, to too many fools! I won't be outclassed again!Images of Etoru and Abo's cocky faces danced in the Saiyan's eyes, and his vision turned blood red. He was going to kill them both. First, he needed to get out of here. His mind raced, as angry as it was, for answers. It took him a moment to remember, but he recalled a gift from a very strange young robot. It was hidden in his belt... Somewhere. His trapped hand fumbled around near the innards of the belt, anger and adrenaline the only things keeping Vocado from screaming out in pain with every movement of his hand. It took a few moments -perhaps one too many- but he did find what he was looking for. It was a strange green bean from the planet Earth. He forced his hand through the rubble to reach his mouth, and he bit down hard. Immediately, the bean took effect, and a newfound power coursed through his fast-healing veins. With a fearsome shout, he let his Ki explode around him, blasting the rubble away and allowing him to escape his prison. The Saiyan General floated into the air above the debris, his armor ruined, and his eyes wild with rage. His body twitched as his mouth contorted into a sneer. "I won't lose to scum like you..."His twitching advanced into unnatural convulsions, as his muscles bulged in size. Sparks of lightning danced down his form, and his aura slowly morphed from a crimson red to a dull bronze. He let out a furious scream, and his aura exploded upwards! His hair and beard changed colors, from a coal black to dirty, glowing gold. His pupils seemed to disappear completely, leaving behind only a sea of white. The False Super Saiyan raised his hands, and aimed them both in different directions. The left was aimed right for Abo, the scum of the galaxy. The right, for Kallabash. They were both fools for messing with a Saiyan Elite. They would pay with their lives. "DIE!!!"In an instant, two beams of bright yellow Ki escaped his hands, tearing through the air with immense speed. If they hit their marks, both men would be vaporized. Nothing was left to save these two fools now.
Vocado: KP: 0/3 Used Senzu Bean to fully heal! Requesting Zenkai Unlocked False Super Saiyan (x6) Used [MP3] Revolution Ender! 100% Charged for a damage potential of: 183,954 (numbers to be added after Zenkai Gains) Split into two blasts, each with 50% power for a damage potential of: 91,977! Intent: kill Abo and Kallabash!
Zam: 1/3 KP +1 KP for no tech use!
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