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Post by Abzerute on Sept 20, 2015 23:23:24 GMT
Follows on from wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/4946/aftermath-war-open?page=1&scrollTo=32965PL: 3561
Since he wasn't likely to find the answers he sought in the library on Aoi, the bronze Arcosian decided to go try cool his head a little before he wound up following the common stereotype of his species and blow something up in his rage. With that said, he left the library, not even bothering to clean up the mess he'd left behind him in the process of his earlier pique, and then began to ascend up towards the skies of Aoi. As he flew he punched a couple of clouds here and there that dared to get in his path, their moisture clinging to his bio-armour exo-skeleton like mildew on a leaf before they dissipated as Abzerute only flew higher and higher into the skies until he was in the atmosphere of the planet. He closed his eyes and proceeded to take in a few slow breaths, despite there being no air to breathe in. The motions of the physical exercise helped to calm him some times, regardless of whether or not he was in an environment in which any other species could actually breathe. Oh the wonders of being an Arcosian. He opened his eyes and looked out to the distant stars, the bronze Arcosian's eyes narrowing as he gazed in the general direction of where the Saiyan homeworld, and seat of their power, lay. Vegeta... Abzerute gave a little snort of derision. "Hmph... if only there was a weapon that could fire across the cosmos, and obliterate that damn rock... I'd like to see their "queen" handle that sort of power levelled against her." the bronze Arcosian said with a sneer.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 22, 2015 3:15:54 GMT
NOTES: PL — 60,649, Heavy Weights ON. A large aircraft floated through the depths of space. Despite its size, only one passenger was onboard: Beryl, a dark-skinned human who had just departed Vegeta the day before. The sudden emergence and rise of the Saiyan Empire was both awe-inspiring and terrifying; to think that the Saiyans were hellbent on taking over the entire known galaxy was incredibly scary. Saiyans were ruthless beings. To them, mercy was not an option; it was either submit to their demands or die a gruesome death. In that respect, they weren’t too much different than the Arcosians, except the Arcosians’ planet-reaping days were long gone. How long that would last was still up in the air. Still, the biggest concern for Beryl was finding refuge. Earth was out of the question; recent galactic broadcasts indicated that the Saiyan Empire had already begun their invasion of Earth. While Beryl wanted to return to his home planet to fight the good fight, he decided against it. The fact of the matter was that he needed to become stronger, much stronger. Fighting wouldn’t do him any good if he had absolutely no chance of winning in the first place. It was tough for him to back down; it was even tougher for him to admit that he just wasn’t strong enough to be any sort of benefit to his planet’s defense. However, that didn’t stop him from working to become more powerful, enough to where he would be able to address whatever threats confronted him. He had heard that the Brenchian Gemini, Aoi Brenchia and Akai Brenchia, were accepting refuges from the Saiyan Empire’s attack. While that much was true, there were complications concerning about how on edge the Arcosian Empire was. At this point, they were more “Shoot first, ask questions later.” Beryl wore his typical attire: a Capsule Corporation hoodie, along with sweatpants, sneakers and a skullcap. The colors were a mix of greens, teals, blacks and grays: his usual selection. He stood in front of the ship’s navigational controls, eyes peering out the wide window before him. A planet was steadily coming into view: Aoi Brenchia. “Estimated time of arrival to Aoi Brenchia: ten minutes,” the ship’s console said, its mechanical, feminine voice echoing throughout the spacecraft. “Please prepare for landing.” Sighing, the Earthling rubbed his eyes whilst picking up a single-strapped backpack with his left hand. “I might as well get ready,” he assumed. By now, Abzerute would see Beryl’s ship coming into view, and it was coming in fast. Beryl wouldn’t know that the Arcosian was there, but that may change as soon as the spacecraft neared closer and closer. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 22, 2015 15:22:56 GMT
The first he knew of it was a beeping on his Scouter, drawing his attention to a vessel coming towards Aoi Brenchia. There was something off about the ship... "Residue track." he said, tapping the machine attached to his head. Every ship left behind a faint residue from their engines, even if it drifted in space the nearby particle emissions could still be detected. Why was he tracking the particle residue? To try and extrapolate where this ship was coming from. Given the situation it was imperative to determine where any future vessels were coming from... and this one was coming from the general direction of Vegeta.
As soon as the data confirmed this, his gaze darkened and he surged towards the vessel before he was right in front of it, and in view of the pilot of the vessel. He peered through the window to behold a dark skinned human garbed in a variety of shades... and honestly looked ridiculous. He held up his hand, pointing his fingers towards the vessel and began to charge his ki at the tip of his finger. "State your purpose immediately, or say hello to oblivion." he declared, aiming straight at the window. The human wasn't wearing any form of survival gear, so if that window broke, then his atmosphere would vent from the ship and even if he didn't fly out of the ship he'd still suffocate.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 22, 2015 17:28:58 GMT
NOTES: PL — 60,649, Heavy Weights ON. Someone was nearby and approaching fast. Beryl’s head immediately turned in the direction the power was coming from. It was much less than his, but it was still enough to be a deadly threat to his vessel. Even though he could sense ki, Beryl still wanted exact coordinates on where the approaching being was coming from. Quickly, he began to input commands into his ship’s navigational console. However, he stopped midway once he felt someone staring at him. Looking up, he saw who he sensed from before. A bronze-colored, male Arcosian leered through the pilot window, piercing red hues anything but inviting and welcoming. Beryl immediately tensed, his fingers curling against the keyboard. Shit. To make matters worse, the stranger began to charge ki into his fingers; his intentions were clear. If he didn’t like what he heard, he was determined to shatter the window and make Beryl suffocate in the vacuum of space. Emergency respirators were scattered throughout the ship, but even with that, it was no guarantee Beryl would reach one quickly enough to avoid suffocation. Plus, he’d prefer it if his ship did not get wrecked or damaged in any way, shape or form. Despite the alarming danger before him, the ki researcher remained calm. Beryl pulled on his black and green Capsule Corporation skullcap before pressing a single button on the ship’s navigation console. “I’ve heard that the Brenchian Gemini are a safe place from the Saiyan Empire and their attacks,” Beryl started. “Earth’s my home, but last I heard, the Saiyan Empire had already begun their assault there. I would go there … to defend my home but –“ He paused, a look of shame seeping across his features. “I’m not strong enough, not yet.” He was honest at least. “That’s why I’ve come here. I was looking for a place I can stay until I’m prepared to go back to Earth.” Slowly, Beryl raised his hands above his head. “I have nothing to hide.” Something was sticking out of his backpack. It looked like the handle of something, but it didn’t look like any sort of weapon. Even if his ship’s residue track was from Vegeta, Beryl didn’t appear to be any kind of danger or threat. He was honest in his explanations and compliant; he hoped that he would at least be able to land his ship on either planet’s surface so that he wouldn’t have to worry about being jettisoned out into space. Of course, he expected to have to do more explaining, but he would be a lot more comfortable on solid, firm ground than up in interplanetary space. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 22, 2015 19:21:39 GMT
The bronze Arcosian listened to the human explain himself, judging the legitimacy of his words. The human claimed to be coming to this system for safe refuge, admitting he wasn't strong enough to face the Saiyans as he was. Using his non-attacking hand he had his Scouter check the human's power level, the device registering him at being at just under sixty one thousand... much higher than his own, even if he were to unleash his True Form against him. Abzerute looked over the mans ship, taking in its size as he considered the situation before a smirk crossed his features.
"If there is nothing to hide, then may I come aboard? Androids and the like don't show up on Scouters after all, and we don't want any nasty surprises." he replied, fully intending to inspect this human's ship from top to bottom... and if need be, make some use of him. This human may just provide the key I need to unlock the mystery of Zucceta's weapon, as well as other uses. Abzerute thought to himself as he waited for the man's reply, lowering his fingers and dissipating his ki that he had been charging. No sense in wasting any energy.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 22, 2015 20:21:29 GMT
The Arcosian’s scouter bleeped and blooped as it calculated Beryl’s power level. Beryl had been meaning to learn how to suppress his power, but in this instance, not knowing how to do so worked in his favor. The gap in strength between the two meant that even if Abzerute decided to go on the offensive, he would have considerable trouble keeping up with Beryl, let alone putting him down. With his unimpressive physique, Beryl didn’t seem too much like a fighter, but his misleading appearance worked in his advantage whenever it came to scraps and fights. When Abzerute smirked, Beryl’s muscles tensed. He was expecting for a ki ray to come piercing through his window any moment now and a plethora of escape plans zipped through the human’s mind. However, what he didn’t expect was for Abzerute to request to come onboard. Blinking, the dark-skinned male peered at the Changeling, perplexed. “You want to come onboard? … Sure thing.” It was a simple enough request; Abzerute could check out all he wanted, so long as he wouldn’t try and blow the ship up. “The docking bay is at the back of the ship. I’ll meet you there.” With that, Beryl slowly lowered his hands before turning to make his way towards the docking bay. However, he kept a close watch on Abzerute while he left, just to make sure that he wouldn’t pull any tricks. Arcosians weren’t the most trustworthy of individuals, and Beryl was certain that Abzerute wouldn’t hesitate to try and off him if the opportunity or desire presented itself. “I’m not sure why I continue to put up with Arcosians,” Beryl muttered as he walked down the clean, modern halls of his spacecraft. It was a rather large ship, though getting to the docking bay only took a few minutes or so. The docking bag was large enough to fit two smaller ships inside. Protected by a thick sheet of surprisingly tough glass and reinforced metal, the control room overlooked the docking bay. Of course, Beryl didn’t own any other smaller ships so the docking bay was empty for the most part. After inputting a few commands into the control room’s computer system, the hatch leading to the docking bay opened up, exposing it to the outside world or in this case, interplanetary space. Wherever Abzerute was, Beryl would motion for him to enter the docking bay. Once Abzerute was inside, Beryl would close the hatch once more; the door sealed with a steamy hiss, indicating that it was now safe for air-breathing organics to enter the docking bay once more. “Feel free to investigate whatever you want,” Beryl offered as he made his way out of the control room and down to the docking bay. He stopped once he was in front of Abzerute. The Arcosian was probably not much shorter than Beryl, who only stood at around five feet seven inches. Hell, it was possible that Abzerute was taller! “My name’s Beryl by the way. If you want to look at something specific, just ask.” The unknown object’s handle remained sticking out of the Earthling’s single-strapped backpack. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 22, 2015 21:21:36 GMT
The bronze Arcosian nodded before languidly floating towards the back of the ship, his eyes, and more importantly his Scouter, recording everything he saw on the ships external. It was indeed a fairly large vessel, which led the Arcosian to wonder if this human had others with him. If he did and this proved to be a trap set by the Saiyans, it would be a simple enough matter to detonate the ship's core and then return to the planet. Once more he had to enjoy his species seemingly perfect adaptation to the ravages of space. He waited for the hatch doors to open, and when they did he kept track of how long they took to open. The interior only confirmed what he had gathered from the exterior. This ship was indeed large, and the docking bay itself proved spacious enough.
He stepped inside, his Scouter recording everything around him, creating a digital blueprint of this ship and tagging each location as he came to it. Then the human himself arrived, and was surprisingly almost the same size as him, if maybe only because of his armoured cranium making up most of the difference. It was petty, but he decided to hover slightly so as to be at eye level with the human. It was only considered polite after all to be able to look at a person in the eye... that and he didn't feel like tilting his head up each time he spoke with the man.
When the human introduced himself, he gave a small nod. "I am Abzerute." the Arcosian said in way of introducing himself as well. He eyed the thing sticking out from the man's pack, pointing at it with his tail. "A weapon?" he inquired, finding it slightly amusing that with their differences in power level that the human saw the need to bring a weapon with him. He looked about the size of the docking chamber before a thought occured to him. "Do you have a training space on this ship of yours? And I must ask, sorry for being blunt, but are you alone on this ship?" the bronze Arcosian inquired, his tail idly swishing through the air.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 23, 2015 5:36:21 GMT
“Abzerute?” Beryl repeated, making sure that he was getting the name right. It was definitely an Arcosian-style name and like many Arcosians in their suppressed form, Abzerute was a little bit shorter than Beryl. Still, the fact that he wasn’t much shorter was alarming to the human; he hadn’t met an Arcosian, in their suppressed form, who was just as tall or nearly as tall as him. Blinking, Beryl watched as Abzerute hovered an inch or so off of the ground to make up for the slight difference in height. That was another habit he noticed with Changelings; a lot of them either wanted to be at the same height or taller than anyone they spoke to. Hell, when he was on Arcose, he ran into Arcosians who immediately changed to their Brute or Monster Form just so they could loom over Beryl like the “pitiful human” he was. “Huh, a weapon?” Following Abzerute’s tail, Beryl looked over his shoulder at the handle sticking out of his backpack. “Oh, this thing?” Reaching back with his left hand, Beryl gripped the object’s handle and pulled it out. It turned out to be a simple tennis racket, black in color with bright-green tape wrapped around its grip. “Well, it’s not a conventional weapon, but I use it for self-defense, yeah,” Beryl informed. “I know; it looks silly but it really works! Honest!” In the back of his head, Beryl hoped that Abzerute wouldn’t judge him for using such an odd item as a weapon. However, knowing how Arcosians were, it was probably only a matter of time before the bronze-colored Changeling called him a bumbling idiot or a simpleton or something along those lines. The next two questions were slightly unexpected, especially the first one. “A training space? Uh. Yes, I do,” Beryl answered, nodding. “Why? Do you want me to show you?” He invited, already moving towards the docking bay’s exit. He motioned for Abzerute to follow him; if he did, then Beryl would continue forward, guiding the Arcosian through the luxurious spaceship. “And as for your second question, yes; I’m the only person on this ship. I don’t travel with anybody really,” the human answered, left hand still holding the tennis racket. He then proceeded to stuff the racket back inside of his backpack; the handle still protruded from the opening though. “You can run a scan with your Scouter again if you want. Last I’ve read, those things can actually detect Androids, unlike natural ki-sensing methods.” That was one of the downsides of sensing ki through perception alone; Androids were undetectable. Then again, Scouters were generally easy to destroy, so it was a fair trade-off. Stopping in front of a particular mechanical door, Beryl pressed his hand against the door’s control panel. After verifying his handprint, the door slid open, granting the two males access to the training center. It was a surprisingly large room with enough space to accommodate flying and fast-paced sparring and training. Several more doors were scattered about the room’s perimeter, housing numerous amounts of training equipment and a locker room complete with restrooms. “Well, this is it,” Beryl announced, moving towards the large device stationed in the room’s center. Abzerute would notice what the machine was; it was a gravity simulator. “This is where I do almost all of my training, and it’s made all the better with this baby right here.” With a soft smile, Beryl lightly patted the gravity machine. “I wasn’t aware that gravity training even existed for a while; now, I’m glad I discovered it. This one can simulate up to one hundred and twenty times normal gravity. Right now, I’m able to tolerate – um – one hundred and ten times normal gravity? … Huh, now would be a good time for me to get a stronger gravity machine.” Beryl then turned to Abzerute, regarding him with a nod. “But yeah, feel free to have a look around.” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 23, 2015 11:44:22 GMT
When the "weapon" was produced, the bronze Arcosian couldn't help himself but laugh a little. "Truly a fearsome weapon to behold." he said, knowing full well what it was, but deciding to let the human have his moment. Whilst it would feasibly serve as a blunt type weapon, in terms of an actual fight, it'd be about as much use as a wet piece of paper. He followed behind the human, mapping out the ship as he went along. When Beryl mentioned his Scouter he gave a slight shrug. "For all I know, there could be shielded sections of the ship in which you could be concealing something. A common tactic amongst smugglers and the like." he explained, feeling that this human wasn't as much of a threat as first appeared. Yes there was the difference in their power levels, but his attitude and temperament lead Abzerute to believe that this human could be of some use.
Especially when he saw the training area, complete with its own gravity simulation device. It was rather spacious, large enough feasibly for potentially five or so combatants at a time. "Prefer stellar gravity myself, but I can see the appeal of this machine as well." he said with a nod, taking into account how much gravity the machine could simulate in this given space... and then blinked at how much the human himself had trained up to withstand. He shook his head clear before floating around the device, inspecting it before nodding. "I would agree... this is an older model, circa two thousand if I'm estimating correctly... It should be a feasible effort to replace it with a newer more powerful version from Brench." he said before he drifted back down to the human.
"I've a proposal for you Mister Beryl." he began. "But first I have a question to ask of you, since you were relatively on Vegeta recently." said the bronze Arcosian. "What do you know about the tree that the Saiyans used on Arcose?" he inquired. This man may hold information that would greatly improve their chances of survival should Zucceta and her forces decide to finish the job they had begun on Arcose and Kanassa, and Abzerute had no intention of allowing such an opportunity slip him by, especially if he could get the human to agree to the proposal he was formulating in his mind. The long game was about to begin, and right now he had to collect his pieces.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 23, 2015 15:58:53 GMT
Abzerute had a point. Stealth drives allowed a ship and its inhabitants to be completely undetectable; while Beryl didn’t have one, it was plausible for Abzerute to want to search every inch of the ship or to just ask Beryl if he were traveling with anybody else. With a small nod of understanding, Beryl sat back and watched as the Arcosian continued with his inspection of the gravity machine. “Stellar gravity? Huh. Well, that’s another option, yeah,” the human said. “The only thing is that I … can’t breathe in space so the gravity machine is the best thing for me. Plus, it can simulate gravity levels that you normally wouldn’t be able to find naturally.” As far as Beryl knew, planets didn’t exist where there were extreme amounts of gravity. However, knowing how vast the universe was, he wouldn’t be surprised if there were planets out there that had such high amounts of planetary gravity. Briefly, Beryl noticed Abzerute’s shocked expression; yes, it was pretty stunning to realize that Beryl, while his mellow demeanor and physique said otherwise, was actually a pretty solid fighter. Of course, he wasn’t the strongest out there, but he had an enormous amount of potential. The only thing was that he had to consistently stick to his training and not flake off like many, many other fighters tended to do. “That’s an older model? I thought it was one of the more recent ones,” Beryl commented regarding the gravity machine. “You got a point though. Maybe I should just stop by Aoi or Akai Brenchia and pick up a new gravity machine. I think the strongest ones out there can simulate up to one hundred and fifty times normal gravity. I’m definitely going to get one of those if I can.” There was a very brief lull in the conversation before Abzerute spoke again. “A proposal?” Beryl repeated, curious. However, before the Changeling spoke more of it, he instead presented another question. It concerned what happened with Arcose and the cause of its uninhabitable state. Sighing, Beryl nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I know about that; the tree is called the Tree of Might. I was hearing the Saiyans talk about it constantly while I was on Vegeta. Apparently, it’s some kind of plant that feeds off of the life of a planet in order to grow. When it does grow, it produces fruit that can be eaten for a very large increase in power.” Beryl reached up to rub his cheek. “The only thing is once that tree grows, that planet’s gone; nothing can live on it anymore.” The dark-skinned human then shot Abzerute a look of sympathy; after all, the Arcosian’s home planet had been completely drained of life. “I’m pretty sure that Zucceta ate one of those fruits, and she probably gave some to those who remained loyal to her. I heard a lot of the Saiyans talking about wanting to get their hands on one of those Tree of Might fruits. Still—“ There was a pause. “Even with those fruits, their power isn’t to the point to where it’s impossible to match them. I refuse to believe there’s no hope of stopping the Saiyan Empire. I know, I know; it sounds stupid, but I’m not going to give up.” A hand motioned towards the gravity machine. “I just have to become stronger and fast. My heart and mind’s in it; now I just got to bring my body up to shape.” Beryl then looked right at Abzerute. “… There's still a chance that the Saiyans can be stopped, and I'm taking that chance.” Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 23, 2015 16:24:04 GMT
"Well, older model compared to our own machinery. Despite the advances of your people, you are still slightly behind us in our own technology levels. We did have a head start on you." explained the bronze Arcosian with a shrug before he listened to the human detailing what he knew about the weapon the Saiyans had used to destroy Arcose. His eyes lit up and his face broke into a grin. "Now we have a name for this Tree, and more importantly, the full details of what it produces." he said punching his fist into his hand, his mind already preparing itself for the information search ahead. With this new intelligence, it should prove much easier to narrow down the field of research, locate this organism and potentially discover a means of destroying it permanently. He considered the situation. "It sounds like this Tree of Might drains the life energy of the host planet to produce these power increasing fruits... in a sense, Zucceta and her followers were consuming the life energy of Arcose." he said as he drew out his hypothesis, rubbing his chin as he considered the ramifications.
"I wonder if the consumed fruit and tree are connected... if the tree were to be destroyed, would the power increase from the fruit vanish, or would it remain?" the bronze Arcosian queried out loud, his mind wandering down the avenues of correlation and hypothesis before he returned to the here and now. "Did she take any of the fruits with her, to be consumed later on? If she did... then even if we were to train and become more powerful than she is now, she'd need only consume a fruit of this Tree and instantly become stronger..." he pondered, before shaking his head. "No, that doesn't sound right. An organism like that would more than likely need to be consumed as soon as it was plucked from the origin point, otherwise it would lose its potency over the course of time, much like normal fruit." he surmised before chuckling.
"And I doubt very much that monkey would have had the brains required to consider engineering a storage unit capable of preserving the life energy within the fruit." said Abzerute before he regarded the human. "I mentioned a proposal earlier Mister Beryl, and I can only assume that you have already considered such yourself, albeit perhaps not consciously until this moment." he said before he moved closer towards Beryl, and held out his hand. "Our interests are aligned, the destruction if not defeat of Zucceta and her followers. We both require ourselves to become stronger, and I've heard it said that it's much faster to increase ones power level when working with another." said Abzerute. "And if I'm correct in my assumptions on your earlier words, it would appear that even amongst the Saiyans there may be those who would be more than willing to help in this endeavour. So, what do you say Mister Beryl?" asked the bronze Arcosian.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 23, 2015 17:56:22 GMT
Earth’s technology didn’t really take off until Capsule Corporation was created. Since then, Earth began to catch up with the rest of the more technologically advanced races such as the Arcosians, the Tuffles and other alien races. Since Beryl had purchased the gravity machine from Capsule Corporation, it only made sense that it wouldn’t be the most powerful gravity machine out there. Quietly, Beryl began to listen more and more. However, once Abzerute grinned, Beryl tensed. Arcosian smiles terrified him; usually, when an Arcosian smiled, they were up to no good. It was a broad assumption, but it was a safe one to make considering the Arcosian race’s track record. “Yeah, that’s basically what happened,” the dark-skinned Earthling replied, confirming Abzerute’s hypothesis. “If you weren’t killed by the actual attack on Arcose, then the Tree of Might drained the life of you until you became an empty husk. However, people managed to escape and there were a lot who were off-world thankfully. “I think that once the fruit is eaten, it doesn’t matter if the tree’s destroyed or not; the power gain is permanent,” Beryl commented, listening to Abzerute’s musings. “I’m not for sure though, but what you’re saying sounds right – at least the part about having to eat the fruit right then and there after you pick it.” He then paused. “Also, you’re also probably right about the part about the Saiyans probably not being smart enough to think about saving the fruit for later even if it were possible. Usually, when there’s power involved, Saiyans don’t wait to get it.” It was another broad statement to make, but it wasn’t necessarily an untrue one, especially considering a race that lived and thrived off of fighting and war like the Saiyans. The proposal was mentioned once more and as Abzerute got closer, Beryl tensed once more. It was a subconscious effort; he always tensed up whenever he was approached by someone, especially if they weren’t human. Abzerute seemed like a decent person, someone who Beryl could work along with. He didn’t necessarily want to wipe out the Saiyan race or even rupture the Saiyan Empire; he just wanted to stop their push for intergalactic domination. However, if the slaughter of endless Saiyans was required for that, then it would place him in a shaky predicament. Mass murder and destruction didn’t mesh with his morals very well. After thinking for a long moment, Beryl reached forward and grasped Abzerute’s hand with a firm handshake. “Alright, let’s do it,” the Earthling agreed. After the handshake, Beryl pulled his hand back towards his body. “I definitely can’t do this on my own, so I appreciate any help I can get. Um, even if you were about to try and make me suffocate out in deep space, you seem pretty cool.” A sheepish grin curled across his lips. “However, I think for now, we should try to stay under the radar. If the Saiyans or their friends find out about us getting stronger and stronger really quickly, then they’re going to try and stomp us out right then and there. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not deal with that until I know for sure that I’m ready for them.” Plus, in Beryl’s mind, the two of them had to be powerful and influential enough to gain additional supporters anyways. In their current states, they probably weren’t going to be able to convince much people to join their cause. “So – uh – what’s the plan now?” Beryl asked, looking a bit perplexed. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 23, 2015 20:29:24 GMT
Abzerute smirked when the human asked what the plan was now, tapping the side of his Scouter. "This is Abzerute on board the approaching vessel. Give clearance to land at the nearest available docking station on Aoi Brenchia, and prepare a refueling team as well as any repairs and retrofitting required by the ships owner. Transmitting clearance code now to confirm valid identity." he said, tapping another button on his Scouter before waiting a moment. He nodded his head slowly before regarding the human. "Now Mister Beryl, we land, get your ship up to snuff, and start training once all the modifications you require are completed." said the bronze Arcosian before he began to make his way for the general direction of ship's cockpit, mapping the ship in his Scouter as he progressed.
"The plan is simple. First we get your ship fully upgraded. At its present state, I'd estimate it could hold up to five people comfortably, along with your one hundred and twenty times Gravity Chamber." the bronze Arcosian began to explain once he arrived in the cockpit, watching the planet below them, his arms crossed over his chest. "If you wish for a one hundred and fifty times Chamber to be installed, the ship will need to be upgraded to a much larger scale, which in theory would be able to hold at least six people... with potential for nine people." he said, the plan in his mind slowly coming together.
"Consider it. Kanassa was reduced to rubble according to the reports by a single Super Saiyan and an android. And that's all. Two individuals did that to Kanassa." said Abzerute, tightening his fists. "Now, consider these nine people... two of them being myself and you. Now combine that with the one hundred and fifty times Gravity Chamber, and perhaps a Stealth Drive installed as well." he suggested to the human, the smirk on his face never once leaving it. "Of course, I'm sure that whomever we find will have their own vessels, which in turn will also be upgraded to their peak selves. I intend to obtain a ship myself with such conditions. Consider it Mister Beryl... each of those first nine with a ship that can contain another eight people, each with a one hundred and fifty times Gravity Chamber, and Stealth Drive." he suggested once more, letting the image paint itself in his mind.
"Continue down that road of thought, each single person going out to increase their own ships power such, and so on and so forth." he said, his smirk growing into a grin. "It will take time of course. But, all such plans require time... we'll allow Zucceta her moment of triumph for now, play the part of the defeated downtrodden... right up until the moment we are ready. And once we are prepared... we rip out her throat. No mercy, no second chances, no toying with her. Any that dare to oppose us in destroying their Empress will fall as well to the force we have built." Abzerute explained to the dark skinned human, his eyes glittering in the design of the plan. "Even if we are only able to acquire that first nine people, the collective power would still be tremendous."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Sept 23, 2015 21:09:34 GMT
The scouter was turned on again. However, this time, instead of running a power level scan, it was used as a communications device to contact people located back on Aoi Brenchia’s surface. Beryl’s eyebrows became lofted; well, it seemed he wouldn’t have to worry about doing maintenance on his ship. The crew Abzerute contacted was mostly likely more experienced and better equipped to deal with larger, more high-end spacecraft. Upgrading the ship seemed to be of utmost priority. Luckily, Beryl still had money available, meaning that technically, he could “exchange” his current ship and gravity chamber and then pay for the difference for the upgrades. “Mmm. You’re right; the best gravity machines out there are massive, and you either need to put them in a building designed for it, or you have to place them in a really, really big ship. I never expected to say this, but it looks like I’ll be getting a new ship too.” Truth be told, he had grown fond of the current ship he had, but he knew that his new ship could still have the same style and feel; it’d just be much, much better than the ship he had now. As Abzerute entered the cockpit, Beryl followed closely behind, listening closely to the Arcosian’s plan. He appeared to have put a lot of thought into it, and Beryl couldn’t help but be impressed. “Wait, Kanassa was blown up too?!” the human sputtered, dark-brown eyes wide. “And it was only by two people?! But I thought –“ The situation was much more grave than he thought. If Kanassa and Arcose were both destroyed, then there was a high possibility that Earth could suffer the same fate. “I can’t believe this. This – this is worse than I thought, much worse.” The shocked look on his visage didn’t go away; if anything, it worsened as Abzerute continued. The wider the Arcosian’s grin grew, the more Beryl’s expression shifted into terror. They were going to build an army, a force to attack the Saiyan Empire head-on. The plan sounded good, and for what the Saiyans had done, karma was leaning in Beryl’s and Abzerute’s favor. “I – Ehm.” He was momentarily speechless; thoughts and images flashed through his mind, cluttering his thoughts. “I wished that this could be solved without violence, but the Saiyans – they have destroyed two planets already and have killed so many people. I want to think we could just talk to them but—“ Beryl’s shoulders slumped, his facial features drooping. “I don’t think that’s possible, not now.” Sighing, a hand rubbed at his face before he nodded. Beryl walked towards the ship’s navigation console and inputted several commands. “I’m landing the ship. Can you send the docking station’s coordinates to the console here?” Beryl asked, looking over his shoulder. “Plus, I think as soon as we land, your crew will be able to begin with the upgrades. I’ll be able to pay for whatever’s necessary without an issue. I’m not sure about a Stealth Drive though – those things can be pretty expensive, but if I can’t get it now, then we can get one later. Still, after my ship gets fixed up and upgraded, we—“ Beryl wrung his hands, looking a little nervous. “We can train. I’m pretty sure this is going to be some pretty intense stuff, right?” Arcosians didn’t play around when it came to training from what he had seen. “Just … go easy on me, alright?” he joked, cracking a sheepish smile. Abzerute
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Post by Abzerute on Sept 23, 2015 22:05:17 GMT
He looked to the human when the comments concerning the ship arose and shrugged. "It's feasible for them to expand this vessel if you wish to keep it. Would take a little more time, but it should be possible." he suggested, knowing how some people could get quite attached to their ships. "Kanassa the planet is still intact and able to sustain life. The cities currently on it along with a few thousand are decimated, but the planet itself is still alive if that eases your mind." he said, watching the human's reactions and hearing his words carefully. If this man was going to fight, then he seemed to be the lambish sort... the bronze Arcosian would have to ease him into it.
He looked out across the stars. "If we only gather nine or less, we will suppress our energy so neither Scouters nor Sensors can detect us, then slip into Vegeta and then deal with the Empress directly. She will have her chance to surrender peacefully. But knowing her, that chance will be squandered, and we butcher her." the bronze Arcosian casually said as if it was a foregone conclusion at this point. He tapped his Scouter and then pulled out a cable from its base which he then inserted into a port on the ships console. Ironically the Earth ships designs were based on a blend of Arcosian and Namekian technology at their core from the ancient days so it wasn't too difficult to interface the devices. "Coordinates sent." informed Abzerute.
When the human got nervous about the training, he smirked and gave a little chuckle of his own. "Given our differences in Power Levels, I should be the one saying that line." he admitted to the human. "At the moment, I would need to unleash my True Form in order to make it towards even half your level. Comparitively speaking, I've got a lot farther to go." the bronze Arcosian admitted, deciding that keeping the human at ease would be the better policy for the moment, and that required him to be completely candid with him. He wasn't sure how much this Ki Sense could tell in the differences in power levels, especially with Arcosian physiology, so decided to hedge his bets.
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