Plunder, Delicious Plunder (Open)

One moment he was quite literally walking on air, and within the next, his most dreadful of nightmares had come to pass. As he relaxed, floating about and kicking his feet while on his back to levitate around and enjoying delicious freshly-ripened fruit, he kept his eye on the farmer. The man had wiped a thick layer of sweat and dirt from his forehead in a caked mixture, clapping his hands together to clean them off somewhat before he reached for a water bottle in the pocket of his loose pants. Finding it to be nearly empty, he sighed once again as he looked at the Makyan; ''how much fruit is he gonna steal while i'm getting a refill? Get outta here already, jerk.'' Basil of course took the opportunity to mischievously wave at the man and he looked to the store-house once again. He'd already plundered a fair amount and loaded a few bags with it, but a little more for the road wouldn't hurt so much either. He really wanted to rub it in and have the farmer watch him do it, though, so he waited patiently. Folding his legs beneath himself and crossing his arms, he sat floating off the ground at a little taller than the height of an average human in altitude, his form slowly bobbing upward and downward as his ki continued to practically make him into a pint-sized air buoy. Growing impatient after a few minutes had passed, he wondered just where the fella had gone and gotten himself lost to. He wasn't calling the cops, was he? If he was, he'd have a hell of a beating coming his way if Basil saw even the tiniest trace of lights or heard sirens. He was having fun and getting free food, so hopefully this farmer wasn't a sorry sport about the whole thing. He'd hate to make the news again. Maybe he had another super secret storehouse where he kept all the best fruit, and he was gonna go fetch some of that to appease his new Overlord? Yeah, that had to be it!

Slowly floating forward as he began his search, he peeked around the corner of a tall rig of machinery to see some guy with a goofy hat jabbin' away at his farmer buddy. Time was food, so naturally he'd have to go break this up in a hurry. Resuming his float as his heavy weighted cloak draped his form like comically over-sized pajamas, he observed the two as he inched closer; that is, at least, until he witnessed a pink energy orb form from the old geezer's hand tackle the bajeezus out of the farm house and blow it up. His mouth agape, Basil stared into the sky at the raining pieces of fruit and seeds. All that food...ruined! RUINED by some old fart! Pointing a gloved finger accusingly as his hand shook with ire, his elongated canines owing to his demonic heritage pricked into his lip in frustration. ''That...was...my....FOOOOOOOOOD!~'' Dropping to the ground quickly and jumping up and down in a stomping tantrum, he flailed his arms about as he angrily stomp-paced back and forth, sputtering gibberish and angry babbling nonsense. Shaking his fist in fury, he piped up again. '''Ay, gramps! Ya ought not 'ta done that! This cooperative fella had me fed for weeks!'' ''Hey! How much were you even planning to steal!? First you show up and start helping yourself to the fruit, and then this guy shows up and blows up my property! I should'a retired years ago!'' ''What's your name, jerk!? I wanna know what to write on the box i'munna stuff you and that stupid hat of yours in!''

Grasping his straw hat and running for the hills, Basil unceremoniously pointed behind his shoulder to fire a basic ki blast, landing it dead center into the farmer's back and causing him to trip and roll across the ground as a smoking heap. 

''And shaddap, you. 'Yer fired.''

Breech, satisfied with the destruction he's caused, turned to leave this farm behind him. Before he left however, a yell of anger echoed throughout the area. The doctor turned back around, watching as a particularly annoyed green man hopped up and down in fury. He spouted some gibberish, and shook a demanding fist at Breech.

"This fool was keeping you fed? Are you his pet?"

As he spoke, he let his Scouter scan Basil. The Power Level it displayed was much higher than the average civilian, but nowhere near a match for the doctor.

"I doubt you've heard of me, but I am Doctor Breech Aris. If you had a brain you would know to fear me, but I doubt you've got the mental capacity for such an emotion."

As he finished speaking, the farmer stood up and took off, running for the hills as fast as he could. He was stopped quite painfully however by a Ki blast to the back, forcing the farmer to the ground in a smoldering heap. Breech gave a disappointed look at the corpse before turning back to Basil.

"I must say, I've never seen your species before... I must conduct some research. Why don't you come with me to my lab? I promise you won't feel a thing."

Breech turned his head, looking at the warrior who had just revealed himself. It was a Namekian! Breech hadn't seen one in ages, not since he helped one develop a spaceship back to his homeworld. The mechanized doctor smiled at the Namekian, placing his hands behind his back as he responded.

"I'd say I had a decent reason. I wanted information from the farmer, but he didn't give it to me."

[Current PL: 10,811 - Suppressed Form, Heavy Weights ON.]

Sat atop a plateau, Hyoza rubbed across the glittering obsidian surface of his new Blackstar emblem. The sheen of the faceted stone as it caught the sunlight in its reflective grasp was a dazzling contrast to those facets which remained in shadow - the purest, unmarred black imaginable. Taking the dry rag next to him, he cleaned the star-shaped insignia once more, erasing what scant remnants of polish still clung to its surface. With a gentle smirk, he ceased his admiration of the emblem and placed it over his left breastplate, electromagnets kicking in and fastening it in place with a satisfying thunk!

With a brief sigh, the Arcosian got to his feet and flipped the switch concealed within his right vambrace. There was a series of resounding whoosh sounds as the capsules within his armoured suit exploded, releasing the weights contained within. Hyoza sagged for a moment as the enormous mass surged into existence all around his body. The tip of his tail - encased within a section of banded armour - slammed into the ground hard enough to actually sink beneath the surface. His toes curled in resistance as the addition of the hyper-dense plates forced him deeper into the hold of gravity.

He stretched, his limbs extending to their fullest reach, his tail rising and whipping dangerously through the air. His back arched, and he felt the satisfying crunch as every vertebrae loosened itself in rapid succession. Lastly, he rolled his shoulders and head, eliciting a series of even louder, almost painful-sounding cracks as the muscles were loosened. he felt his pulse quicken ever-so-slightly, and a grin twisted its way across his lips. He closed his eyes, and began to extend the web of his senses - a vast void, filled with pinpricks of light - the life forces of creatures around him.

The void swept beyond the reach of his other senses - beyond sight and sound - stretching into the vast distance, crossing channels and islands as it began to encapsulate the entire Southern archipelago. Here and there, he could sense abnormal auras - aliens, mystics and those martial artists who had learned to utilise their ki, but none were significant enough to warrant his attention. The sphere of his senses spread further still, reaching to the farthest islands in a search for power. He felt little beyond the humans, buzzing in their multitudes within the scattered cities of this island-dotted seascape.

Suddenly, a spear of light drew his attention. The dome narrowed and shifted, the void growing smaller and darker as the mind's eye homed in on that one bloom of power. An attack, no doubt. But upon closer inspection, Hyoza could perceive an aura there - far from vast, but significant enough to be a worthy soldier at least. Exhaling, Hyoza withdrew from his ki scouting, holding onto the aura that had drawn his attention as he lifted away from the ground, gaining speed as he cleared the tops of the tallest mountains. His amaranthine aura bloomed around him with a crackle of barely-contained power, displacing the air around him; before it ever came close to resisting his meteoric flight.

The roar of the wind was second only to the swirling, furious rush of his aura as he sped across the skies, blasting like some alien missile towards the power he'd felt. As he drew closer, he began to sense the presence of another power - different in texture and nature, but no less formidable. Hyoza was made curious by this sudden arrival, but did not ponder too long on it, for soon he would be able to see these beings with his own eyes - and assess their worth to the Blackstars.

Below, Hyoza could feel the auras coming ever-closer, their presence a tantalising itch on the verge of his senses. Looking down as he began to swoop lower, he could see the bizarre patchwork of farmland - vast square acres of land given over to the growth of individual crops. He could almost see the fighters - plumes of smoke were steadily rising in the distance. With a vicious grin, he sped up. Adrenalin was flowing now, and he felt his pulse quicken, beating hard against his chestplate as he thundered across the sky towards his target. There was always this final rush of excitement as Hyoza approached a potential battle - his body's way of granting him the courage and the clarity he would need to emerge unbroken.

Sweeping low above the fields, he stirred the crops with the fury of his wake, displaced air rushing back to fill his void as he approached. He passed the collapsed ruin of some wooden structure, before bringing himself to an abrupt halt and planting his three-toed feet firmly in the grasses. he stood in a field, and a curious sight greeted him - three beings stood in tense confrontation, though perhaps distracted by Hyoza's deliberately-dramatic entrance.

One was a human - old and gaunt-faced with a short mane of silver hair contained by an unusual black cap. His attire struck Hyoza as old-fashioned somehow, but he was no expert on earthling fashion. Hyoza could sense no life energy at all from the man - and realised too late that he had rushed into conflict with an artificial being - an android. His muscles tensed involuntarily, and he gradually dropped into a combat stance as he regarded the 'man'. Unable to sense its energy, Hyoza knew this opponent could be hiding power far beyond his own.

The other two warriors were the auras Hyoza had felt - far weaker than his own but fully capable of creating significant destruction if they so chose. One was a Namekian - a race which were distinctive in many ways, but a rare sight in the wider galaxy. The few Hyoza had encountered in the past were traders or outcasts of their society - the so-called 'Mazoku'. Hyoza wondered which this tall and imposing warrior would be.

The last was not a species Hyoza recognized - small and blueish-green, with a fierce mohawk of reddish-brown hair. His fangs protruded noticeably, and his brow was a thick, furrowed ridge. Those features, combined with the pointed ears, made him seem like some sort of mutant Namekian, though Hyoza doubted that was the case.

Having taken stock of the situation, Hyoza realised he still knew little about what was happening here. Still, he surmised it mattered little - he would impress with his power, and if these beings proved suitable, perhaps they could join him. Mind made up, he opened his mouth, his soft, well-spoken accent clear in the momentary silence.

"So, who'd like to go first?"

Arms folded, the tall namekian listened as the wrinkled human belittled the small alien, Xanthon noticing his face emotionless but the voice having somewhat of a sarcastic tone to it, at least to him. Xanthon snickered at the comment as the attention from the wrinkly human almost immediately turned to him afterwards. Xanthon listened to him once more, the old looking human saying he preferred his subjects alive however they would not stop ‘squirming’ telling Xanthon that they were basically taken against there will by this seemingly mad doctor. He did bring up a nice notion however, one which Xanthon cherished, the concept of going against the little cyan in battle. Before the namekian could respond with an enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ his eyes and attention turned to the cyan creature who started to loosen and then toss what Xanthon picked up as weighted clothing as it crashed hard against the ground and kicked up dirt and debris. Something a few warrior namekians did back Namek still existed…

As a red aura slightly fluttered around the blueish-green alien, he looked as if he was about to pounce on the very much taller Xanthon, having an angry glare towards the namekian. Xanthon could feel the animosity coming from the small one, and this excited him greatly. Just as Xanthon was about to get into a fighting stance in preparation someone else showed up, rather abruptly, the dispersing aura of the newly showing that it arrived hastily and without much notice until it was right upon them. This new arrival wasn’t much for introductions as it’s first words showed that it was ready to fight immediately. Hmph…a ki senser no doubt…the sudden rise from the green aliens power level after dropping it’s weights much have spiked large enough for this being to take notice…heh…just another body to battle. This is turning out better than I had hoped.

The rising voice of the cyan alien alerted Xanthon back to his presence as he watched a fine being pointed at him. “So y’would doubt my Makyan might also! I’ll tear britches here a new one after I’m done with you!” the makyan spouted before launching himself toward the tall namekian and unleashing a flurry of blows. Xanthon barely had time to counteract, but managed to do so taking the small makyan’s punches and pushing them aside as he looked for a chance to counter. The last of the makyan’s punches was pushed aside as well and Xanthon watched as the little cyan creature back stepped to create space between then. Anticipating another attack Xanthon brought up his arms to guard against what he thought would be a high move, and thus guarded his upper torso. As the cyan creature came forward he proved Xanthon wrong and head butted the green namekian in the gut.

The giant namekian was shoved back several yards, his feet grinding and sliding against the ground, kicking up dust and grass along the slide. At first contact with the head butt the namekian winced but the attack didn’t have enough momentum to be a ‘hurtful’ attack, it was more of a surprise than anything. Grinning, Xanthon quickly spoke. “My turn.” The tall namekian then dashed forward toward the cyan makyan and unleashed his own set of flurried attacks, incorporating both kicks and punches aimed at various locations on his small opponent albeit this was pretty much mute since the namekian was so much bigger than the tiny makyan that it was hard not to hit the majority of the aliens body. The namekian hoped the diversity in his strikes would help him land a couple hits against the miniature warrior.

The shorter creature seemed insulted by something the Namekian had said - for he erupted into furious melee combat with a bellow of anger. Hyoza hadn't heard what was said - more perturbed by the silent examination of the android. The icy blue eyes were fixed on him, unblinking and unmoving as no doubt scans were taken and readings analysed.

The silence was momentary, but it still jarred Hyoza when he began speaking. He mused on the presence of a 'fighter-class' Arcosian on Earth, and then identified himself by name: Breech Aris. His cold tones grated on Hyoza's nerves as he wondered aloud if the Arcosian would prove a challenging foe; proclaiming himself Earth's greatest scientist as he did so.

Hyoza was about to retort that a scientist was not generally known for his prowess in battle, but his attempts at making such a quip were cut pitifully short. The android bolted forward, shifting into horizontal flight with unnatural speed and precision. The distance between the two was so small that Hyoza had no time to even think before the solid metal bulk of Breech's curious head wear struck him in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs and sending pain shooting through his abdomen. He gasped fruitlessly to draw more air into his lungs as he beheld, in almost slow-motion, the Android spinning through the air. His eyes widened as he realised what was about to happen, just as the android's foot collided with his jaw. The impact almost took his head clean off his shoulders, and the Arcosian was barely aware of his surroundings as he hurtled away from Breech, bursting through what remained of the burning farmhouse. Wood splintered and walls collapsed around him, stirring up new flames as fresh oxygen found its way inside.

Hyoza lay amidst the debris, blinking and trying to regain his bearings as the flames soared higher all around him. His limbs hung limp, barely twitching in response to his attempts to move. But he had to get up, to defend himself from the surprising strength of the so-called scientist. Closing his eyes tight, he groaned, slowly pushing his way up to his feet. Shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the stars from his vision, he began to unleash his ki.

With a scream, his aura burst into life - displacing air and shattering what little was left of the rapidly-disintegrating building around him. As the last walls collapsed into flame and dust, Hyoza took off, hovering through the smoke with fury in his eyes. As soon as Breech came into view, Hyoza raised both hands. Without a word, his splayed fingers released a salvo of crimson beams, sending them lancing through the air towards the android.

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Brave Gatling [N1] targeted at Breach and fired. PL of 3567.

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