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Post by Dr. Breech on Aug 25, 2016 11:19:12 GMT
[Thread PL: 52,821 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! Current PL: 316,926! | Limiter Earrings (Medium Weights) Active! Current PL: 158,463!] (Four Cycloids have accompanied Breech into this thread! Cycloid's PL: 5,000!)
Breech sat inside the throne room of the large palace in the center of Ocariin City. It had been over a month since he'd defeated Carva and been given free reign over Konats by Walker. However, since his arrival, he'd never once addressed the masses of the planet. There was a bit of unrest in the capitol since Plato's disappearance. A vassal had been put in place soon after their king's disappearance, but Breech quickly disposed of him once he made his way to the throne room. "A pitiful display. I hope the former King wasn't as incompetent in combat as you were, otherwise I'd lose faith in my greatest creation."He turned to the massive doors of the throne room as they slowly swung open. A Konatsian Guard entered, though he looked... Wrong. There was an air of imperfection about him. Few would know why this, but Breech was well aware of the cause: Contagion had infected this man, turning him into a mindless thrall to do SCAR's bidding. The thrall bowed in a way that looked uncomfortable, before gesturing to the outside. The Doctor raised a brow, moving towards the infected man as he posed a question. "What is it, my dear boy? Has my request been fulfilled?" The thrall nodded lazily, his head flailing one way then the other. Breech smiled, quickly passing the thrall to make his way outside. As he arrived outside, he was greeted by a strange sight. A large stage had been erected by a handful of Cycloids in front of the palace gates. A few Konatsians had gathered in front of the stage, curious as to what in the world this was about. Not wanting to waste much time, Doctor Breech hopped onto the stage, his eyes scanning the small crowd in front of him. Breech frowned, slightly disappointed by what he was seeing. "Well now, this isn't much... We need more people here before I begin my speech, don't you think?" He turned to a nearby Cycloid, who beeped in response. Breech smirked, nodding towards the machine. "Very well then."Suddenly, Breech snapped his fingers, and a large microphone rose in front of him. He spoke into it loudly, allowing his voice to flood the entire city. "People of Konats! I, Doctor Breech Aris, have an announcement for you all! Please, come to the Palace Gates. What I have to say might interest you."The Aged Android took a small step back, waiting for the crowd to increase in size. Slowly but surely, people did start to fill the crowd. Murmurs began to spread as they awaited the old mans speech. Some seemed unsure of what the fellow was doing here, while others simply seemed angry that someone non-Konatsian decided to set up an entire stage in front of the palace.
It would only be a few more moments before Breech would begin. Before he did, however, there were a few people he wanted to make sure were going to be here. His colleagues absolutely had to be here before he began. This concerned them as well, after all.
Inviting SCAR to join!
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Post by Zyajin on Aug 25, 2016 12:07:48 GMT
PL: 49,929
Medium Weights: ON
Weighted PL: 24,964.5
"There we go, that should suffice." stated the green shouldered Saiyan-esque Bio-Android as he stepped away from a control console on board Doctor Breech's ship. He had been occupied on the flight here to Konats, and during his time so far on Konats, with converting and adapting his artificial gravitational field generator chamber to work with the starships energy core.
His design had originally been arranged so that the chamber would be powered by geo-thermic energies derived from the occupant planet itself, and so rearrangements had been required for it to be properly installed and fully operational within the Royal-Class Starship. It also sadly meant that he hadn't had much opportunity to increase his own power level however, something that would have to be adjusted now that the work had been accomplished.
Before he could enter the chamber however to engage in a training session ranging across multiple gravitational spectrums, he saw one of Breech's communication drones approaching him. He observed it and the transmission that was involved with it. So whilst he'd been working with the ships systems, Doctor Breech had been busy taking over the planet.
He frowned before sighing. "I hope he has left me with something I can increase my power against." he muttered before departing the vessel and making his way towards the Konatsian Palace, wondering what Breech was going to accomplish this time around. No doubt something trite like declare himself as King of this world. A shame, he had been hoping to take on the planet's ruler himself, or at the least some of their warriors. His Saiyan genetic components did require more exercising.
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Post by Carva on Aug 25, 2016 16:00:08 GMT
[Thread PL: 91,271 | Yesir Endoskeleton Active: 547,626 | Limiter Gauntlets Active (Heavy Weights): 136,907]
The Saiyan of Steel, the Destroyer. He was a modern day war machine, all thanks to the efforts of a mad scientist. The warrior stood atop a high cliff overlooking Ocarin City, his pupilless white eyes scanning the area, looking for foreign power levels who would do harm to his creator. His aura was aglow against the night sky, his Endoskeleton as hot as the sun itself, his power nearly at it's peak.
His white hair whipping in a light breeze, the left corner of his mouth curling upward as the reticle of his scouters caught Zyajin's power level in the Doctor's ship. He folded his arms across his massive chest, gleaming gauntlets catching the light of the Konatsian moon. Hrmf. That one's not much of a threat, and besides, I am certain that if he were a threat to our Empire he wouldn't be on Doc's ship.
Around that same time, a humming noise would be heard beside Carva, a small communication drone slowly hovering up to eye level with the former Saiyan. He turned his head toward the drone and snapped sharply. "Well? What is it, drone?"
The drone would respond with all the emotion of an emo kid listening to Nine Inch Nails. "Lord Carva, Doctor Breech has an announcement. We are certain that he would like you to hear it. He is at the palace."
He nodded his head. In life, Carva had been an amazing soldier and it was his loyalty which had gotten himself into his current situation. After all, it had been his willingness to follow the General's orders that day which had led to his current situation, a situation that would normally anger a Saiyan warrior. But Carva was different. He'd seen this as a new beginning, an opportunity to become something every warrior desired to be. Feared. Powerful.
Without another word, the mechanical monster hovered into the air and descended to the road below. As his feet met the cobblestone, they made a loud thud. Eventually he'd find himself walking next to the green shouldered warrior, having not noticed him leave the ship. He look at Zyajin, greeting him. "Greetings. May I ask who you are?"
The two would reach the Doctor's location nearly simultaneously, with the question hanging in the air. Would this be a tense situation, or a respectful first meeting?
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Sept 3, 2016 0:28:22 GMT
(Thread PL: 10,702) (MEDIUM WEIGHTS Activated) (Current PL: 5351)
Rebecca had finished modifying one of the broken television units that she found in one of the Konatsian's homes. She brought it back to her little room that still was a little unfurnished, only having furniture that came from the homes of Konatsians that the little red riding droid raided from. She has a bed, even though she doesn't need it, a sofa that extends half across the room longways, again unnecessary, and a couple of paintings of random stuff she doesn't even understand. She only just recently got this Television, which was already hooked up to the Intergalactic Broadcast network.
For the past couple of hours, she was watching cartoons and anime as she literally had nothing else to do. Not in the mood to train, nor was she in need of doing any missions. Heck, she was currently in the middle of a comic book movie in which the main villain was trying to make an old man go crazy or something. It seemed interesting, but there wasn't enough bloodshed for her tastes and the plot seemed really tame.
It was a good thing that a random cycloid opened her door and told her about an announcement that Dr. Breech was about to make. Stretching her body out, she smiled and was happy that she actually had something to do. Maybe this announcement was more than he let on, which would lead to more bloodshed. She needed to get more practice as a swords women, and she had a itchy sword hand that needed to be scratched... Red immediately grimaced as she knew that the saying she had in her mind sounded wrong, but it didn't even matter.
Getting up and making sure she had one of the inhibitor earrings that she swiped from Dr. Breech's lab on her ear lobe, she soared from the floating fortress to where the old man was located at. She had not run into any of the others as she left the instant she heard about the announcement, so she was able to arrive in the general location of where the bucket head bot was.
Making her way around the palace, she eventually found Dr. Breech at one of the grand openings of the palace, where he was standing on some sort of platform for that supposed announcement. Having a cocky grin on her face, she would approach the good doctor and say with an air of something akin to superiority, "Eeeeh... What's up Doc?"
It was only then that she sensed two large power signatures approaching, one that she could easily tell was Zyajin as it barely changed from what it originally was. However, there was a new signature which trumped even Breech's!? What in the hell? She looked up to the old man who wore a bucket on his head, and said to him, "I know this is an important thing and all, but who in the hell is that strong power signature?"
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Post by Contagion on Sept 14, 2016 8:49:39 GMT
The chilling clacking of bony nails scraping against tile echoed throughout the hallowed palace. Each step seemed strained and heavy, as if something had been weighing the source down. The palace felt empty since the king's... 'Relocation.' This empty stillness just made the heavy steps all the more unsettling. Click clack click clack the slow trudge continued making it's way out of the palace and towards the main doors. As the shadowy figure passed by the armored 'konatsian' the man would stand erect with much more fluid and controlled movements. The whisper's echoing in it's mind caused it's muscles to be deftly shifted and tugged like a master working a marionette. The armored warrior took a step and pulled open the door to let the figure step out. Into the light a short, unimposing figure wearing a royal blue cloak embroidered with golden trimmings and rare konatsian jewels, with a pair of heavy metal pads attached to the shoulders would walk towards the stage. The exposure of his face in the light made him instantly recognizable to his companions. Ivory quills jutting outward and upward and void-like eyes with faintly glowing pupils unmistakably belonged to Contagion. The monstrous entity was concealing the more garish parts of his anatomy while instilling a sense of dominance and power with the flashy cloak he was so confidently sporting. His glowing eyes darted between Breech Carva and Red before he took his place in the grouping. Beside both Breech and Zyajin but also in front of the rest of S.C.A.R's loyal followers. His pointed ears swiveled and twitched as if he were tuning in to every little conversation that surrounded him but for the moment he remained quiet. His eyes closed as he focused his thoughts on the plucky android beside Breech as she hounded him. His rasp would creep into her mind like a subconscious hiss as he spoke only to her. "That, is our newest recruit. He is called Carva. Or more accurately: an example of what S.C.A.R can do for the universe. He has taken that...Beaaauuuttifulll... step necessary to evolve. Once a saiyan choking in the dirt, now both a paragon and merely a taste of what the Doctor is capable of." The only physical acknowledgement he gave the hooded girl was sideways glance and a nod of his head. The nod though, seemed more like a jerking motion to signal her to fall in line. Whatever Breech had planned he didn't want Red obstructing it further.
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Post by Dr. Breech on Sept 19, 2016 9:53:17 GMT
It took only a few moments, but soon enough, the entirety of Breeches organization had arrived. He gave each of them a silent nod, before focusing his attention to the crowd in front of him. It had grown immensely since he'd called attention to himself. The murmurs spread further, but Breech soon silenced them.
"Greetings, Konatsians!" Began the Doctor. Silence fell over the crowd, as they listened intently. "As you all know, the former King of Konats has fled your land due to the assault by the Solar Empire some few weeks ago. It was a terrible and brutal battle, but thanks to my assistance, the planet of Konats was able to keep itself from the Saiyan's grasp."
His eyes darted across the crowd, searching for anyone with unease or skepticism. He knew that few people had been aware of the truth of that battle. That Bio-Android, Walker, was the real reason Konats was 'safe'. Had it not been for him, the Golden Saiyan most likely would have caused them some major trouble. Luckily, it seemed the general public was blissfully unaware of this fact. A good sign.
"The battle was close; much too close! I cannot simply stand idly by and allow your people to be left unable to defend themselves. That is why my associates and I will provide our assistance to your army, and I will personally advise the new King in all future endeavors."
"New King?" shouted a burly Konatsian. "What new King are you on about? We've been left in the dark since that battle, and you mean to tell some new King has shown up outta the blue?!" Whispers began travelling through the crowd again
"The King that he's 'going on about' is ME!"
The crowd suddenly silenced itself again, as a bearded Konatsian fitted in regal armor strutted onto the stage from the Palace. He was missing both of his arms, though they were replaced by beautifully crafted metallic ones. They shone brightly in the Konatsian sun, adding an extra bit of flair to his entire ensemble. "I am Maximillion, the newest King of Konats. It is thanks to Doctor Breech that I stand before you today. I was struck down in the battle against the Saiyan's, but before I died, Breech saved me. He took me back to his ship, revived my body, and replaced my missing extremities with these enhanced limbs."
This new King was certainly a surprise. While his story seemed real, the members of SCAR would know the truth. This man was nothing more than an Synthetic Man; a Machine with false memories. Breech controlled him in every way, but the Konatsians would be completely unaware of that fact.
The Burly Konatsian wasn't convinced. He continued to press Maximillion with questions, hoping to find some crack in the story. "Oh yeah? Well then how come I've never heard of you before? Surely someone powerful enough to be with Plato in the battle against those Saiyan's would be famous, no?"
Maximillion shook his head. "No. I was his hidden operative. He sent me out on dozens of missions off-planet. I was sworn to secrecy, but because of his death, I have become his successor, and I feel no need to hide my deeds from anyone now."
"Well then tell us! What is it you--"
"Shut up!!" A lanky Konatsian from across the crowd exclaimed. "I don't care about what he's done. He was a secret operative. Know what that means? He killed people, he stole from people. Simple as that! Now can we get on with the damn address? Your incessant questioning is making me furious!" Breech smirked. The man was another synthetic Konatsian, planted in the crowd in case of something exactly like this. The Burly Konatsian seemed simply stunned. It was likely he'd never been told to shut up in his entire life, so he did just that.
"In any case... I fully support Breech and his people. Treat them with respect, just like you would anyone else of royal status."
"Thank you Maximillion." The two bowed towards one another, before Breech took center stage again. "Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, Maximillion's cybernetic enhancements are quite high-end. Anyone who wishes to be enhanced in this way, worry not! Over the next few weeks, my Cycloids and I will begin the process of constructing a new building adjacent to the Palace for the specific purpose of enhancing anyone who wishes to be! And of course, the best part: Any active member of the Konatsian Military will be gaining these implants free of charge!"
The crowd gave a mixed reaction. While the majority seemed excited, a small handful were worried, some even seemed anxious of the idea. Regardless, it seemed that the announcement went over well. A good thing for sure. He smirked again. Perhaps this would be smoother than he thought.
"Now, do any of you have questions?"
What seems like a harmless announcement holds a certain amount of dread behind the curtains. SCAR has officially taken hold of Konats, with Maximillion (10k PL Guard soon to be purchased) acting as their Dummy Leader!
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Post by Zyajin on Sept 19, 2016 22:37:33 GMT
The green shouldered Bio-Android regarded the Saiyan-like individual standing before him, his senses unable to discern the man's power level in regards to his own. Must be one of Doctor Breech's latest acquisitions. thought Zyajin to himself, his tail flicking in the air behind him lazily before he addressed the man questioning his identity. "Zyajin is the name I've given myself." he stated before noticing the Red Riding Hood robot, and her comment about how powerful this person was.
Contagion soon arrived, wearing some form of ornate cloak, no doubt obtained from the locals given the style and make of the fabric, along the pauldrons that came with it. He listened to his counterpart explain this Carva's existence before listening to the proclamation of the Doctor's and this Maximillion person.
This was what he interrupted my training for? A ceremony to announce that we were now in charge of this world? A simple message would have sufficed just as efficiently. Although apparently he had missed out on a fight with the Saiyans whilst he had been working on adapting the artificial gravity chamber to Doctor Breech's starship... he was genuinely more annoyed about that than he was on the ceremony interruption. The notion that this whole world's inhabitants would soon become androids though did slightly irk the Bio-Android.
If they were all transformed into cyborgs, then that would mean less genetic samples for him to assimilate into his own genetic make-up. By all accounts, the Konatsian species held similarities to humans in several regards, which would make it easier to accommodate the new genetic sequences into his own, but also held their own unique traits. This was something he intended to rectify soon enough from all accounts it would seem.
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Post by Carva on Sept 25, 2016 1:22:05 GMT
In regards to Zyajin, he'd stare for a moment. He could sense that this particular being was different than him. More like Contagion, and the reason for this was because he could feel three different types of energy being given off by the bio-android. Carva had only seen two other bio-androids in his lifetime, and one he didn't know was one. He looked upon Zyajin with great scrutiny, eyes blinking slightly as his built in scouter would examine the creature. Zyajin would catch a slight smirk, as Carva thought to himself. Hrmf, still has nothing on me. Though I suspect he is nothing to be trifled with, even if I could crush him under my thumb. Just like the rest of this rag tag group...but...I suppose I do owe them something, and honor dictates that I repay my debt.
And so Carva, not suspicious of Zyajin at all would walk next to him. The two may appear to be quite the pair at first glance, what with them both seemingly having the appearance of Saiyans. Carva would go as far as to comment. "You've Saiyan DNA, have you not? I can feel it. So do I, Zyajin. But unlike biological Saiyans, I have become better. I have evolved into a higher state of being thanks to Doctor Breech and the High Chancellor..."
Ahhhh. Speaking of the High Chancellor, here he is. Showing his face. It's strange to me that he would accept me into their little family so readily...though...I am sure those failsafes Breech installed have alot to do with it. He'd bow his head to the honorable high Chancellor and chuckle as he was introduced to the others. Deep down, he knew that it was always there...his potential. He'd no need of SCAR taking full credit for his amazing power. "While I appreciate the compliments, your highness, what is this about? Why has the Doctor called us here?"
Though he would get his answer soon enough, first he'd take notice of the Chancellor's reaction to RED. Strange looking being, this Red was. She looked like a little girl robot to him. Carva played things cool and nodded to RED as well.
Sliding into the crowd of Konatsians, Carva would sneer and think to himself. Ugh...they smell almost as bad as Plato... his fist would visibly clench and his eyes would flash. This was a sign of a deep seated rage, a hatred toward the former King. What really got to Carva was the stupid looking Konatsian that would take the seat of power, but he figured that perhaps Breech had a plan.
His eyes fell on Zyajin and he whispered. "Why don't we just kill these long eared freaks? They're useless anyway."
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Sept 29, 2016 13:02:29 GMT
Rebecca's internal scouters had picked up one more power signal, but this time coming from within the building. Turning her head, her eyes quickly adjusted to see the menacing chancellor of SCAR exiting the palace, Contagion. Apparently the chancellor was now wearing a regal looking cloak, one which was stained with the color that usually opposes red. She gave him a shaky hand before giving him a thumbs up, as she says with a grin, "Eh, looks great on you Contagion, but what'd really compliment ya is if it was either green or, even better, a shade of crimson! Nyeheh."
Rubbing her nose a bit, she nearly lost her footing as she was surprised by the voice piercing only her skull, such a strange voice belonging to the chancellor yet again. RED will probably never get used to him speaking directly into people's minds, but she had her question completely answered by the silver blob as to who that mystery person was. Apparently it was one of the fallen corpses that Breech had acquired, turning him into a bonafide cyborg and member of SCAR. The very thought that he used to be a prideful saiyan nearly sent her into becoming combat ready, as there was still the faintest bit of programming in her which made her hostile towards saiyans. She held herself back, as he obviously had no living saiyan energy exhuming from his body.
Keeping the grin on her face, she observes his body structure as she mutters to Contagion, "Well, as long as he ain't trying ta' kill us, then he's good in our books. And if he's under our control, well, who the hell am I to judge a dirt eater, nyeheheheh."
Keeping her gaze on him, she noticed his little motion which indicated that she should fall in line. With a shrug, RED decided to do just as the blob-man indicated, pulling herself away from Breech and standing right between the new inductee, Carva, and Contagion himself. Doing an area wide scan, she could not sense the bucket of bolts that she oh so despised coming, which was already making this day about fifty times more bearable.
Then the speech began, as Breech introduced the new king of Konats, a man who seemed to only be half machine, but was obviously fully mechanical to RED. Half because that is the way Breech rolled and she knew he wouldn't pass up a chance at having some control over this planet, but at the same time half because of his power signature feeling rather odd to her, being at a perfectly consistent number. No one has levels that are as even as that, unless they were perfectly manufactured to do so. Same with the random guy who told the burlier konatsian to shut up, as his power level was just as perfectly even. Breech was scary as a manipulator.
She then heard the new guy whisper to the green shouldered bio-android about killing all of these konatsians, which RED already saw as a bad idea. Elbowing him in his side, knowing that he can take it as she was still relatively weak compared to him, whispering back to him, "Yo, newbie, that's actually a horrid idea. Although it'd be fun to war against an entire planet, big chances are that most of us would die. An' I know you don't want that, eh? Besides, we can pick off the ones who dare oppose the us and the 'new king', eheheheh."
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Post by Contagion on Oct 6, 2016 7:09:38 GMT
Contagion merely watched onward, the chancellor's arms crossing as his two primary eyes narrowed in on the crowd as if he were analyzing and picking out individuals specifically. Though his expressions were mostly muted due to a distinct lack of features that most normal creatures had something dark was brewing in his eyes. He was focusing on the doubtful, the weak, and the anxious. While most Konatsians were singing the praises of the new order with a thunderous applause those strays captivated the oozing amalgam. Without moving in the slightest he'd focus his thoughts from RED to Breech and let his psychic whisper bore into his mind like a serpentine suggestion.
"Breeeeeech, I can feeeellll the tensity in the air..." His voice scratched and rasped like an unreachable itch at the back of the doctor's mind. "These konatsians, they cheer now but their loyalty is not solid. Doubt lingers and though it may be small...It alone will fester and congeal until it is a metaphorical cancer that will choke the life out of our favor here." His eyes suddenly looked to the newly born saiyan-cyborg as he toyed with the brash and foolish declaration he made just moments prior. His eyes shut as his entire form let out a short and sharp exhale before he continued his telepathic whisper to the doctor. "This new tool, Carva...His saaaaiiyyyaaannn naaaaature will be problematic." His hiss reached out like an audible form of his vicious thoughts. "Send him back to Earth on a short leash. We could use some eyes and hands on the biologist after all..."
He crossed his arms as he let his thoughts run rampant for a moment. The assault on Rei's temple came back to his mind as he felt his gaze list towards the outskirts of the city. "We must address the rebellion and crush it doctor. There are those who still follow the promises and lies Reikiko has spawned and those who still oppose the monarchy. Outside forces will surely stand to profit from the fault in the populace's loyalty. We must have them unified either through...My brand of mental suggestion...Or, by cutting out the tumors. We need to find a way to weed these malcontents out while also galvanizing the populace to our cause."
"We need...An example."
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Carama
Newcomer
Konatsian Inquisitor
PL: 11,227
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Tag: @carama
OOC Name: Otto/Pipa
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Post by Carama on Oct 12, 2016 5:31:09 GMT
After spending his life protecting the balance, stability had left with the Kashvar. Like a domino effect, things had fallen in disarray with the short lived rise of Plato. With the change of leadership, Carama had been promoted to a captain, and the inquisition had been charged with hunting down the remnants of the Kashvar. It had been purely luck that Carama and his troops had found themselves within traveling distance to the capital, though they were far too late to aid King Plato against the invaders. Through messenger hawks, Carama had learned that the king had fled. He was reminded of his father, who had fled from the planet.
As the inquisitors came across one of the great bridges that entered into the heart of the city where the citizenry was gathered, a rare sight could be seen. The red banner of the inquisition bore its golden crested hawk across their battle standard as a small platoon size element of knights marched towards the gathering. As they entered the area, citizens began to curse and spit, avoiding eye contact with the group. The inquisition were widely considered the lap dogs of the Kashvar during their rule, though they were a force meant to appease the Kashvar and ensure that the agreement struck long ago was maintained. Despite the recent change of mission set forth by Plato, they were still highly feared and hated for enforcing the agreements of the Kashvar. They took children from their homes on behalf of the warlocks, and they were charged with hunting down and destroying failed experiments.
Carama and his warriors dispersed into the crowd to watch the speech that was given. According to the man who spoke to the Konatsian people, they had not been the invaders themselves, but allies who had saved them from another invading force. His appearance didn’t look like that of the description given of the invading force in the calls for help he had received, but what had brought these good samaritans out here? It was of no difference. Everything that he had feared about Plato’s rise had come true, without the Kashvar the world was weak and vulnerable to outsiders.
Finally, Carama decided to march forward, two banner-men following behind. The people were already in disdain over the change of leadership, and they were too stupid to understand the necessity of the situation they had been placed in. Konats was poor and he hated to admit but even the knighthood was very disorganized. There was no way the planet could survive on its own.
Quietly, Carama approached, coming to a full stop before Breech and his chosen puppet. He removed his blade slowly from the hilt, and dug it into the ground.
“Your majesty… honored advisor… we are the inquisitors. I am Captain Carama. We once enforced the will of the Kashvar, and the will of Plato thereafter. We do what must be done to ensure the greater good of our planet,” Carama explained. “We will ensure that your lawful rule is respected, as we did with those that came before you,”
There was no love in the words Carama spoke. Selling his homeworld out to yet another group of outsiders was deplorable, but how could Konats survive without aid.
zeni. 9k pl
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Post by Freid Nietzo on Oct 13, 2016 21:31:10 GMT
[Thread PL: 20.000, Ki Suppression is ON!]
Being just part of the crowd for the first time in his life was interesting for Freid, to say the least. Seeing as he was now technically an adult, the elders had sent him to confirm just what had happened to king Plato, and who these new people in the palace were... Apparently, saviors of Konats. Really, that did cheer the young Hybrid up at least a little bit - one less reason for him to feel bad about possibly leaving this planet soon, if it was being protected by some strange cyborg group. The new replacement king didn't seem to be as much of a creep as Plato had been described as being to him, so that was another plus.
Free cybernetic enhancements, though, did little to entice the young warrior. First of all, he wasn't even sure if he could still use elemental magic without organic arms... And how was he supposed to train a piece of machinery as part of his own body? There was no way that that would work. Not that he had planned to train as much in the near future, but he'd like to keep the option open to himself. He saw no real problem with these people, and would've probably quietly left with the crowd, if not for the sudden appearance... of the Inquisition. Nobody ever expected them.
Without even realizing it, he found himself backing off from them, which in the end actually made him more visible because he was now standing at the side of the crowd, which made both the fact that he was armed and that he was looking at the inquisitor with skepticism blatantly obvious to any onlookers. He technically wasn't a warlock, but rather a simple spellsword, but who was going to argue with an Inquisitor that chose to strike him down just to be sure? The inqusition had not been loved back in the old days, and under King Plato, their reputation somehow had managed to fall even lower in certain circles - and technically, Freid was part of those circles, so he was suddenly very keen to leaving as soon as possible.
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Post by Dr. Breech on Oct 15, 2016 3:31:58 GMT
A strange tenseness permeated through the air as Breeches inquiry hung in the air. Though the public was mostly happy, It seemed few people were willing to actually pose a question to their new leaders. Perhaps they were more afraid than the Doctor originally assumed. His eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd. "What a peculiar issue..."His attention shifted as Contagion spoke to him telepathically. It seemed the Chancellor had sensed the same issue. Breech nodded slowly, responding through his telepathic link to the Amalgam. "I believe your worries are not unfounded, Son of Sithis. This unease needs to be quelled immediately."Before Breech could decipher a solution, a few new arrivals detracted from his train of thought. A platoon of soldiers, each bearing the crest of The Inquisition, had entered the courtyard. The Doctor had learned very little of their group from the few archives he'd had time to scour through. Most of the cheering had dissipated, replaced by an unease that was mixed with disdain. It was clear that the Inquisition wasn't exactly a paragon of the people. Perhaps that would be useful in the long run. As the leader approached and offered his services, Breech and his puppet bowed in turn. Maximillion smiled kindly as he spoke. "I thank you for your allegiance, Carama. Hopefully your services won't be required very often, eh?" The King chuckled lightly, but was interrupted by a rumbling from afar. A myriad of energies were headed towards the Palace, each one of differing levels. They were closing in quick, and before anyone knew it, the warrior's had arrived! A quartet of Konatsians floated above the crowd, with what looked like a Kabochan/Konatsian hybrid leading the pack. They glared with contempt at the stage, their ire focused most heavily on Maximillion. A low growl came from the leader, before he spoke up. "So, another false prophet seeks to lay claim to the White Queen's planet. What makes you think you can possibly hold a candle to her brilliant flame?" The Doctor couldn't help but smirk for a moment. This was perfect timing. He glanced back at Contagion, his smirk finally fading as he spoke telepathically. "What fortuitous timing. Did you plan this, Chancellor?""Your cult is a plague on this land, cur! Your Goddess is nothing but a farce of a leader! Her prophet has brainwashed you, don't you see that?!"The leader frowned. "You disappoint me, King. I'd expected something like that from Plato. It's a shame that I'll have to kill you and everyone else here."The Hybrid whistled, and his men moved into action. The quartet of Konatsians began to fire upon the crowd, causing a massive panic. People began to run for their lives, but more soldiers from Reikiko's cult burst in from the far wall. They mowed down people in their path, slowly advancing on the stage. Breech called his own soldiers into action. With a quick order, the Cycloids moved in on the rebels, butting heads (in some instances literally). The battle was fierce from the start, but it was clear that there were too many rebels for the Cycloids to handle on their own! Breech contemplated moving in to assist, but decided against it for now. If his Cycloids were destroyed however, he might have to. With the two armies duking it out, the leader of the rebels made a beeline for Maximillion! He pulled his fist back, thrusting it towards the King's face. The King was able to block it easily with his metallic forearm. The force of their collision caused a shock-wave of energy to blast through the area. As the battle blazed on, wind whipped around, energies spiked, and blood was spilled. The Question was: who was going to help who?
A massive battle has broken out!
Almon, Leader of Rebellion: 10,000 Power Level(?)
KP: 3/3
Grunts: 5,000 PL!
Grunts remaining: 19
Cycloids: 5,000 PL!
Cycloids remaining: 8
Konatsian Civilian Casualties: 5
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Post by Zyajin on Oct 15, 2016 20:04:51 GMT
The Bio-Android shook his head slightly at the recently "recruited" cyborg. "They may be currently weaker than ourselves, but they do have a use beyond raw power." he admonished quietly. "Numerical superiority, intimate knowledge of the local terrain which no cartographer would be able to provide, as well as their own unique genetic traits." Zyajin explained to the new recruit.
"Given that one of our enemies wields an army of warriors that transform during a full moon via a genetic process involving their tails, an army of blade wielding warriors sounds far more appropriate a means of combating them than mere fists and energy weapons." said Zyajin, putting it into terms that the Saiyan Cyborg could grasp. The fact that this entity had no concept for tactical forward thinking... it made him wonder if this was an example of the majority of the Saiyan population, or if he was simply an outlier in the grand scheme of things.
When the groups of Konatsians arrived and started giving their speeches, he did raise an eyebrow at the description given by the later lot. "White Queen?" he mused, rubbing his chin in thought as he deciphered the term which sounded familiar for some reason as a descriptor. The Bio-Android chuckled as he came to the realisation about who they were talking about. "It would appear that Reikiko got her grips into this world before we had arrived Doctor." he said towards Doctor Breech before the conflict rose up around them.
Zyajin shook his head and simply began to charge his power into his hands before it formed itself into a construct of energy, shaped like some sort of swords. The same effect surrounded the tip of his tail, giving him three "blades" to use against the enemy. "Let's end this with minimum casualties." he declared before surging towards the leader of the attack, his tail thrusting towards his head like a scorpions would, whilst his fists glowing with energy sought to strike at the man's main body in a sort of pincer like manoeuvre.
[UP2] Ki Blades: By refining the energy that previously surrounded his limbs from his Ki Burst Blow technique, Zyajin can now form temporary blades of raw energy around his hands, feet and the end of his tail, to slice and tear into his opponents flesh and armour.
Ki Blades PL = 16,476.57
KP: 1/3
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Post by Carva on Oct 16, 2016 2:25:57 GMT
The SaiyAndroid's features would turn into a slight sneer as the young girl's elbow would poke him in his reinforced ribs. If it had been anyone else and not a small girl then she would have been laying in a dead heap. This was the way Carve conducted himself but he also knew that she was SCAR and that he practically owed his life to the faction. Something else would cause the SaiyAndroid to restrain himself as well. He'd too much honor to strike what he saw as a harmless child. He closed his eyes and folded his massive arms over his chiseled chest, a chuckle escaping him. "Hrmf, fine. But in my experience, these fools are useless. They are as useless as their former king, even."
Konatsians, or "trash" as they were known to Carva, were once led by Plato. To Carva, Plato wasn't much of a King, and had he the ability to regurgitate his lunch then it would likely have ended up all over Red. For Plato was the only man to have ever beaten Carva in singles combat. Was THIS what led him to sell his soul for the awesome power that he now possessed? He opened his eyes, staring down into the crowd in thought.
He could feel the High Chancellor's soulless eyes on him as he stood there, but he couldn't hear what he'd said. His brash nature was still there, his soul having been torn from Hell to power this body. This was this price he'd paid to become "The Destroyer", yet he still felt as if the hair on the back of his neck stood up. His paranoia would be reinforced by the Chancellor's stare but he would shrug it off. He was fearless. But in order to be diplomatic, he spoke. "I apologize, High Chancellor. I have had run ins with these people before. Needless to say, I do not trust them especially as their former King was a joke. A weakling."
Soon, Carva's attention would be caught by the Inquisitors appearing on the scene. The SaiyAndroid stood quietly and listened to what Carama had to say, his eyes blinking slightly as "Logic" spoke to him inside his mind. "Subject Carama, of the Kashvar. Power level of nine point six thousand. Threat level, none. Orders..." normally, Logic's cold, mechanical observation would have given the SaiyAndroid an order of "EXTERMINATE". However...
As Carama finished speaking, Carva's lips would curl at the left side, eye brows arched downward in a sinister V. His own thoughts would go unheard. This one is smart. I like this one. After all, why would they rebel against us? Hrmf. It'd be stupid of them especially seeing as how I could crack this mudball if I saw fit.
Hrrrrrm. A new face in the crowd, eh? The cold gaze of his amber eyes would fall on the small form of Freid. It was said in legends that the gaze of this SaiyAndroid could be quite frightening, because most often times it'd mean that it's subject would be marked for death. Once again, Logic would speak. "Lord Carva, he is of no concern to you either. Power level is ten, much like that of a Saiyan low class infant.." The brash android gave an eyeroll. Hrmf. Just like a weak monkey. But he seems to be...disturbed. He seems to want to get away from this, and who could blame him? I've forgotten how powerful an emotion fear can be. He'd think to himself, the words of he and Logic going unheard.
Carva felt his black blood boiling as the tension in the air reached a fever pitch. His eyes would cut to Breech as the Doctor would send in his own Cycloids. Giving the Doctor a curt nod, the warrior would crack his metallic neck, a tink being heard as he did. A blood thirsty grin would appear on his face, his features illuminated by the charging of lasers and ki blasts.
He'd calmly step to the bio-android's side and past him, looking over his shoulder. "Agreed, Zyajin. Let's try to keep the civilian casualties to a minimum." He'd spring forward just as a child would be threatened by a very harrowing ki blast from one of the grunts, stepping in front of the child and taking the full brunt of the attack. As the smoke would clear, the SaiyAndroid would stand there calmly, as cool as a cucumber as he looked back at the small Konatsian child and her mother. "You and your child take cover, madam. WE will handle this."
His tone remained crisp and clear, and he'd move forward toward a skirmish between the Cycloids and the grunts, holding back his true power as he'd throw flurries of kicks and show a technique that only training would allow. So he wasn't JUST false power. He was fighting with FINESSE, flipping gracefully to dodge energy spears, all the while trying to shield civilians while the Cycloids did the bulk of the fighting.
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