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Post by Contagion on Dec 8, 2016 6:20:02 GMT
Stowed away in one of the many dark rooms of SCAR's fearsome warship was it's infamous leader: Contagion. The ivory ooze sat perched in front of a computer screen as his void like eyes scanned over a string of data that seemed to be pouring in from somewhere else on the ship. His long, bony nails clicked along the cold metal desk as he impatiently waited for whatever was processing to finish. The image of what appeared to be some sort of Konatsian relic displayed in front of Contagion followed by a list of components and chemicals. The beasts eyes read this finished analysis before closing his eyes and slamming his clenched fist down on the metal stand. "Damn! That temple was filled with nothing but garbage and fake relics! I suppose it is befitting for a false god's cathedral but I never expected her acolytes to go to such lengths..." He hissed lowly, his mandibles chirping and gnashing with frustration. "I am not content with puzzling over USELESS GARBAGE!" He screamed, knocking aside his extensive notes sending paper fluttering everywhere. "The fruits of this conquest grow sour by the day! First Katsu's betrayal and then Caaarrrrvvvvaaa's FAILURE!" He screeched lowly, his entire body lashing to punch the metal wall with his rage. He panted, pulling his broken fist away from the now dented wall so his body could snap together and repair it for him. He sat back into his chair and lay back, his quivering fist slowly righting itself with a few pops and cracks that would churn even the hardest warrior's stomach. He opened his eyes, the wild beast being restrained momentarily as he gazed once more upon the screen. ...With Katsu gone it had been quite some time since he was updated on Earth's "Computer!" He snapped, rousing the Virtual Intelligence within. "Give me any status updates on Galactic affairs. I want to know everything that has happened since we've eliminated Katsu." He ordered to which the various lines of circuitry and the fans within the super computer began to hum and glow. "Accessing. Currently, the Planet known as "Namek" has seen increased traffic as of late. It is unknown why." The electronic feminine voice read, displaying the green planet on the screen. "I have no interest in such a barren world..." Contagion's guttural voice hissed with impatience. He did not feel an ounce of random wanderlust toward the slug's homeworld. "Apologies Chancellor. Let me dig deeper." The computer chimed, resuming it's search. After a quiet moment the Virtual Intelligence would murmur to itself. "...Curious, it seems Chancellor, that the Arcosian Empire is rebuilding. Both Arcose and Kanassa, victims to the Solar Saiyan Empire's Bio Weapon, appear to have miraculously returned... This could be a glitch in my system but I'm seeing reports everywhere..." The computer flashed showing various links as well as images of 'before' and 'after' of the two planets. This caught the amalgam's interest. He leaned forward, glowing eyes lighting up further as he poured over the data. Two renewed worlds had risen from the ashes of war. Two worlds vulnerable and ripe for the picking. He wasn't too keen on smacking the hornet's nest that was Arcose but the fabled 'Seers of Kanassa' was something that intrigued him. What mystic secrets they held caused his blood to boil with excitement. What could he uncover? There was only one way to find out... "Computer...Contact our operative on Earth... It's time she was given something to do."
PL: 17,004 @noxa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 21:12:03 GMT
Power Level: 235,176 Resonance: 2,586,936 / 2,822,112 Collar Bot: 5,000 Tier 4 Shop: ACTIVE
“Access: Granted; Welcome, Warship.”
A flickering video feed was brought up. At first it was nothing but static and screen tearing distortion.
Despite this a few numbers remained prominently displayed in orange letters over the chaotic interference.
Planet: Earth Location: 1,032 Kilmeters Vertexed from both Yunzabit Highlands and Yahhoi Depth: Abyssopelagic Zone - 19,653 Feet below sea level Time: 0241
but that soon cleared up as the connection grew clearer. The video feed was on its side, a blur on the edges of the screen — sleeves topped with gloves; it seemed someone was holding the camera with the inside of their forearms. The camera was overlooking a pile of smouldering concrete, the silhouette of soldiers lining a long, square room. Only the floor and ceiling seemed to be the only things not made of dark, reinforced metal. Dozens of large pillars and scaffolding seemed to be coming in and out of sight.
“Is it dead?” Came a voice very near, clear it was the one holding the camera. It was full of authority, though concern gave it an unique flavor.
“I-I don’t know!” Echoed a voice far in the front, one of the nearest men to the smouldering pile. The fear laced in its voice palpable.
“THEN CHECK, YOU IMBECILE!”
Clearly unhappy, the trembling solider’s legs scraped closer against the granulated ground, shattered by whatever impact had come from above.
“It’s dead!” Is likely what it attempted to say, though the poor man was cut off midway as a red strand seemed to smash through his helmet and wrap around one of the metal pillars.
Chaos ensued — gunfire of lead, lasers, and a few beams raining down on the debris, causing even more smoke to rise. Much like the smoke, more tendrils shot out — their trajectory seeming random at first, until the grotesque sound came. It was a low, distant groan, so loud that it made all the assailants cease fire, attempting to listen for it.
“YOU MORONS! FIRE! FIRE! ITS ATTEMPTING TO BREAK DOWN THE BAS-” This one’s voice, too, was cut short. A tentacle having shot just above the camera, freeing it from the man’s grasp.
The camera floated into the tentacle, which pulled it in before the loud sound akin to a violent explosion came. The camera was made black as it was pulled into some kind of dark cloth, but a cacophony of sounds came.
First, a loud concussive burst, followed by the violent rushing of bubbles and water — this part lasted the longest. As it went on the numbers on the tape began to rapidly decrease:
Depth: 19,253 Feet Depth: 13,253 Feet Depth: 11,253 Feet
And soon enough another violent sound was heard — and not long after this one, did the video feed finally become something more than blackness.
A woman’s form was visible amid a void of blackness — only the backdrop of stars above serving to give context. Her image glowing with a scarlet red aura, whose light began only after its own layer of blackness, but somehow that layer didn’t seem to stop the red from illuminating her form. A long, robe of black billowed in the heavy arctic breeze.
“Advising: Operator, we have a current transmission.”
“OH, DAMN IT! IS IT POCKY?!” Came a woman’s voice. The camera’s point of view was rapidly pulled in by the same red tendril that had earlier taken hold of it.
Noxa’s face came into view — beautiful features, save for two tattoo-like markings; one on each cheek. And the eyes — obsidian-like gems tipped with a brilliant golden set or irises.
“Is this a video feed?” Noxa wondered, only for her bot to respond by displaying a holographic screen directly below its body.
“Oh… Wrong… Number?” The woman wondered, her power level beginning to flicker on screen as the bot began to give assessments of the fighter.
Power Level: 2,822,112
A set of other information was also available to Contagion, should he choose to see it: wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/8838/oject-dossier
OCC: Here it be! Sorry for the wait!
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Post by Contagion on Dec 23, 2016 23:30:59 GMT
The device would project the image of the caller as soon as the girl answered. The darkness of the room around the amalgam lead to his image being heavily distorted in the projection. The one known as Noxa would see a broken unfinished mess of pixels and that vaguely resembled anything, living or otherwise. Piece's of the amalgam's spines and muzzle would be scattered about in a messy disarray of fragmented polygons. The barest hint of a wire frame could be seen forming a half closed fist that the creature casually rest the side of it's misshapen jaw upon. The only clarity in the image came in the form of two glowing pupils that were busily fixating on the woman as the creature looked upon the Earth based Operative for the first time.
"So..." His telepathic voice boomed out as he adjusted his posture. His image was further distorted as he leaned back into the shadows. "You are the one known as Noxa...I assume." His guttural tone hissed as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. There was an uneven chill to the way he seemed to stare at her. It wasn't like a boy awestruck by puppy love but more like she was a subject behind a glass cage.
"We have to talk. This is Sethos, the High Chancellor of S.C.A.R." He introduced himself, his mandibles growing out of his chest eagerly gnashing against each other creating an almost insectile clicking sound. "Despite the doctors...Absence. I have made a point to keep track of your movements." He turned, looking at his other screen to confirm her location before returning his gaze to her, making sure to fully reveal himself to the light of the monitor. The clear image of the ivory amalgam with his void-like eyes would be shown to the woman as he continued.
"You've shown to be a loyal subordinate. Removing your 'friend' as soon as he became inconvenient to our cause was admirable. Given the data your droid has sent, I can see you've grown quite powerful on your own as well." He spoke with a tone dripping in commendations and praise as he tried to let his sweet words worm past her guard. "Such a powerful asset without a cause is wasted though. If you wish to further serve the cause...If you wish to further prove yourself to me...I have instruction." He pulled back once more, letting his two glowing eyes pierce her as he kept his gaze locked. He was silent, seemingly to let her digest his words, while he awaited a response.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 9:06:22 GMT
“Well, I guess this isn't another call for Bessy -— or, whatever the hell the name of that woman is. For whatever reason frequently get calls for her,” there was a brief pause, and soon the virago began to fall into her own self-indulgent tirade, making a muttered set commentary under her breath. “Almost makes me think that Doctor Katsu stole this from some woman —or, maybe he used this device to pose as one… Or so--”
There was a quick, sudden shake of her head as the Amazon attempted to regain her focus in terms of the subject. “I digressed, my mistake.” mumbled the Amazon, narrowing her eyes as she struggled to make out the shape behind all of the digital distortion.
It was hard to make out, but if she was able to recall correctly she could remember Dr. Katsu mention something about the three heads of SCAR. Two of them, according to him, had been Bio Androids — the third dropping the ‘bio’ addendum and simply went by as a fully artificial man.
That one, she had already met… Which meant whoever had contacted her must’ve been genetically engineered much like herself. Well, unless the organization’s chain of command allowed those who weren't higher up to speak with such authority. That little inkling was later proved as the figure came to later on address itself as 'High Chancellor'.
Noxa abstained from mentioning the fact that Katsu would have fallen by her hand indifferently of SCAR’s wishes or not — insubordination likely not being what Noxa would want to show during her first impression.
At least rude interruption wasn’t going to be what she was going to display. The floating Bio Android, whose ki began to burn to keep her warm in the middle of the arctic, listened carefully, waiting until the glitched-out shape finished speaking.
“Yes, erm… Noxa —that's me.” The woman would give slightly how mid-air, the same formality that Dr. Breech had shown her and Katsu explained. Of course, “I have to say, outside of that big guy -—Carva, was it? -— there hasn't been a whole lot of activity from this organization. I almost forgot you lot went disbanded and I was left in the dark.”
The woman narrowed her eyes, “Speaking of which, what happened to him? I helped him kick this Super Saiyan’s ass and he vanished.”
And, finally, the question that had been brewing at the back of her mind since Sethos’ last question “Instructions, Sir…?”
The woman’s voice was incredibly even, the only tone distinguishable in her voice being that of confused curiosity — despite the strange, eerie uneasiness bubbling at the pit of her stomach. The woman wasn't sure why it was there. The odd clicking sounds she heard not being enough to put her off, neither was the way those sickly eyes gleamed her way. After all she was made to be looked at from being glass like a piece of mutated meat.
It was something else — something harder to pinpoint, but whatever it was had been teetering away at her instinct for survival.
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Post by Contagion on Jan 2, 2017 7:30:22 GMT
Contagion's eyes closed as he carefully picked his words in response. A low guttural rumble escaped the maw ripping from his chest as he thought of the disappointment that Carva had been. "The android Carva was supposed to be a great asset but it seemed even Breech's genius couldn't hardwire the stupidity out of an ape. We sniffed out some signs of potential rebellion so we 'cut our ties' much like we did with the good doctor Katsu." His eyes shot open, the glowing pupils narrowed to slits as he fixated his gaze on any potential reaction.
"...If you wish to find his remains they're strewn about planet Namek's surface amidst the ash and soot left behind from his internal detonation. You can search on your own time though." He casually concluded, almost as if he was speaking of a utensil or machine that had been discarded and sent to the dump rather than an actual person. The mouthless muzzle he sported made it nearly impossible to tell what sort of thing was on his mind. His no nonsense tone however was explicit.
"No, what I need from you. Nooooxxxaaa..." His voice wheezed a bit as he returned his attention to the girl. "...Is your company. You've grown to be quite impressive and I'd like your assistance in claiming another planet for Augmented Revolution. My imperfect form has yet to find a suitable catalyst to gain the strength I need to make my dreams a reality." Active disgust filtered through his gaze as he looked upon his own distorted and garish body.
"...So if I can't make my dreams a reality. I'll just share theeeemmm innsstteeeaaadddd." He rumbled as he let his claws close around the camera so he may lift it up. "We can claim the planet. With your insurmountable strength and my leadership: we will bring the world one step closer..." He whispered, his chilling tone filling the room as he drew the camera closer and closer to himself.
"...To our beautiful future."
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Feb 11, 2017 1:17:19 GMT
Contagion | WC: 1,356 | Gains: 2,522 | New Zeni: 2,602 Noxa | WC: 1,166 | Gains: 2,857 | New Zeni: 13,164
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