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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 7, 2017 7:02:48 GMT
“Severed heads never go out of fashion. Used sparingly and with artistic sensibility, they can make a point a great deal more eloquently than those still attached.”
- Joe Abercrombie, Red Country
The Mazoku Lord known as Xylo rests comfortably on his imposing throne. It had been about a week since Namek had been conquered, and already he was getting visitors from other worlds. Right now, he was dealing with a mercenary group who wished to pledge allegiance. Made up of many different races, the men and women of The Killer Kollection were inspired by Xylo's brutal acts in Moori Capital, or rather, the warped version they'd heard from scared evacuee's and vengeful Solar Empire operatives. "So what do you think?" the Zoonian mercenary leader said. "You can sense our energy; clearly we're fierce enough, right?" The fighters standing behind him seemed quite eager to get into the Empire. They talked among themselves, some of them intentionally letting loose some of their aura for a second or two in hopes to impress their soon-to-be employer. Xylo smirked as he sat up in his throne. They were indeed a fearsome force. Their leader was quite something, and for a mercenary group who had no employer, they were already quite large. Over a dozen fighters of varying skill. "You're all quite strong, some of you moreso than my own children... But strength is not the only thing I look for."He leaned over to the side of his throne, and pushed something heavy into the light. It was a stone statue-- the petrified body of General Mayze. He was down on his hands and knees, reaching out towards the group in front of him. His expression was still furious, like it was in his last moments before he bled out. A few of the younger men leapt back in surprise, while others were confused. "He was strong. Very, very strong. A Super Saiyan, in fact. I had to kill him though, because he refused to join me."One of the younger mercenaries, a Kabochan, scoffed. "You call that a kill? It's a damn statue!"Xylo chuckled. With a big, deep breath, the Namekian's cheeks puffed up. He thrust his head forwards, and spit out a glob of grey spit. It smacked into a Majin mercenary, landing right on his forearm. The rest of the group chuckled, but their jovial demeanor was shattered when the Majin began to scream in fear. His arm morphed from its usual deep pink flabby skin, transmogrifying into pure grey stone. Before it could pass his shoulder and petrify him, the Zoonian leader stepped in, slicing the Majin's arm clean off. It writhed feebly on the ground, before the corrupted magic turned it to pure stone. "It's simple; I want loyalty. If you are not loyal, you end up like the Saiyan. Understand?"The Zoon turned, and with a hint of fear in his eyes, he nodded. The rest of his men nodded as well. "Good. I need you to help keep the peace on the planet. We don't need Mazoku and Warrior Nameks down one another's throats right now. Soon enough, you'll have a real mission. Now get going."The group left without hesitation. The Majin who lost his arm bowed as he departed, causing him to nearly trip over himself. As the group exited, Xylo let loose a deep sigh. He sat back in his seat, placing his index finger and thumb to his forehead. That was the third time in the last few hours that he'd made a fearsome display for hopeful warriors. It was getting tiring. "I need a Royal Adviser..."
[Thread PL: 226,730 | Emperor's Might (x20P) Active! Current PL: 4,534,600]
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Post by Harp on Feb 7, 2017 12:23:35 GMT
PL: 1,448
Currently: 5 )
Harp was currently laying in a bed of sorts, his power level having hovered on the barrier between death and life. He was barely responsive to his father having carried him inside and set him down on the bed. The one point seven million attack he'd tanked had caused him to be sporting some pretty bad-looking bruises. Twitching slowly, his power level began to rise slightly after a while.
Grunting, the young Mazoku's eyes opened upon the room and looked around exhaustedly. His father's power level was the first thing the young Namekian sensed; which brought relief. They had to have won; albeit the place there was weird having appeared from nowhere. Getting up despite his incredible pain, the kid's ki flashed before he began walking towards the source of it. Coming into the throne room, the Son of Xylo would look upon his father sporting major bruises over a chunk of the green skin covering his body.
"F..Father.. I am sorry I could not complete the task you had given to me." Kneeling as he spoke, the son would not look up unless told to.
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 7, 2017 13:13:16 GMT
"Curious. Did you choose the Majin because you knew they could regenerate?" asked a voice before a few moments later another Namekian emerged from the direction the mercenaries had left in. Or at least they looked like a Namekian, except with solid red eyes and a small pair of horns where their antennae should have been. They stepped out of the shadows, having remained hidden, at least from the mercenaries, as they observed the orientation process. If he had detected even a hint of plotting, or weakness, he would have reported it to his lord; thus foiling their plans before they could even begin!
This was Trumpet, one of the Mazoku's more covert agents, for times when Xylo needed somebody to maintain a low profile. He had been suppressing his energy so as to not alert the mercenaries to his presence while he scouted their behavior patterns. A moment later, another namekian looking quite the worse for ware came in to apologize for a failure of some kind. Trumpet remained where he was, but did not address the new arrival, waiting to see what lord Xylo would do with them, instead. Maybe they were in a good mood today and might deign to spare his son's failure?
Trumpet's PL: 2,744
Current PL: Suppressed
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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 8, 2017 1:25:50 GMT
Xylo's bored demeanor dissipated as Trumpet revealed himself. He almost forgot the Namekian was here. Hell, perhaps he had forgotten. It had been so long since the scrawny thing spoke up or even made a move. This fellow was good at stealth, that much was certain. Trumpet questioned Xylo's choice of victim a moment ago, to which the Mazoku Lord chuckled.
"You've got a good eye. Yes, I did. I don't need to lose warriors before I hire them, now do I?"
Before their conversation could continue any further, Xylo heard footsteps. The Ki accompanying them was familiar; it brought a smile to Xylo's face. Soon enough, Harp, Xylo's son, would enter the room. It had been about a week since the Battle of Moori, and Harp had taken severely heavy hits back then. The young Mazoku bowed to Xylo, apologizing profusely for his failure.
Xylo's smile turned to a frown. "Please, rise. You did not fail me. You showed immense bravery in that battle. Not many of your strength would have even considered showing up at that battle, let alone tangling with a Super Saiyan! If I had taken that hit from the Saiyan woman, I would have a hole straight through me!" He chuckled loudly, his laugh echoing through the large throne room.
"Now then..." Xylo sat back in his seat, his attention turning to Trumpet. "I need a status report. How many Solar Empire dogs are still on Namek? We should have routed out most of them when the first battle was won, but I doubt all of them are smart enough to turn tail."
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Post by Harp on Feb 8, 2017 1:38:30 GMT
Harp was still bruised and tired, the attack he'd taken from the Super Saiyan leaving him still low on energy but enough to be awake and moving around. Hearing himself be told to rise, a grimace came to play upon his facial features as the Namekian stood. Listening to what Xylo said, it brought relief to hear he hadn't failed his father in the slightest. Grunting a bit with effort thanks to the pain, the male walked forwards and would then sit on the floor if there was no nearby chairs.
Still a bit broken from the attack, he looked at the lord of namek with a slightly ashamed expression of his current state. Listening to the conversation, the namekian who had survived an attack a lot stronger than he would start to think. "I could take the group and track any stragglers down, if you command Father. Do you want them sent off or killed, or captured?"
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 8, 2017 2:58:51 GMT
"It seems the majority of them have fled the planet, leaving only stragglers behind, my lord." Trumpet reported when asked about the status of the SSE on planet Namek, "However, we should remember that Saiyans thrive on battle. I would not be surprised if they are laying plans for a renewed conflict as we speak." even the normally composed Mazoku frowned at the prospect of Saiyans attempting to stir up any more trouble so soon after their great victory. Fortunately, Xylo was not the only one who's children would be serving in the empire's new army. Trumpet, himself, had recently given birth, and his new child was already anxious for an opportunity to spill blood.
Turning to look at Harp, who offered to help dispose of any remaining threats to the planet, Trumpet decided this would be a good opportunity to add his own suggestion on the matter. "You are still recovering from your previous battle. I could send my son, Bongo, to assist you with this task, if Lord Xylo wishes it." he said, crossing his arms over his chest expectantly. At full power, the aforementioned Bongo was almost as strong as Trumpet was, but the difference between them is Bongo was specifically created for battle, while his father perused other types of work. They would prove a great help to Harp, should he once again find himself involved in a dire situation.
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Post by Tabu on Feb 8, 2017 3:17:10 GMT
Power Level 1,911
Not exactly sure what ended up happening to Tabu, so i'll go off Xylo's last command
The twisted warrior Tabu lay groaning and tossing on the table where he had been lain. He had been comatose since the Battle of Moori, having taken multiple high-power hits without the benefit of any specialized healing. But he was a fighter, and had persevered where most warriors would have rolled over and died a hundred times over. Still....it wasn't looking good for the corrupted Namek. The hastily-thrown together medical bay wasn't exactly overstaffed at the moment, and the few 'doctors' that were present didn't have nearly enough facilities to keep patients stable. All of the limited healing equipment had already been used up by Prince Harp, so all the Makzou could do was wait, and hope that Tabu's regeneration would kick in soon.
They were not disappointed.
The warrior's eyes popped open, and he ripped one of his arms free of it's restraints, grabbing the appendage and hissing in pain as he did so. "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!" He shouted at the orderlies frozen in the wake of his sudden awakening. Not bothering to wait for an answer, Tabu ripped off his other restraints before vaulting off the platform, and kicking down the door.
He ran blindly through corridor after corridor, just trying to escape his pursuers. Suddenly, the path he was following opened into a wide, tall room, sheathed in dark marble. Tabu stared in awe, the sheer size of the room was astounding! He had lived outside for most of his life, the biggest building containing only one room. But this, this was something else entirely!
A burst of pain interrupted his ruminations, as his body loudly protested it's sudden abuse after such a slow recovery. Tabu collapsed against a wall, panting heavily and gritting his teeth. As he caught his bearings, he noticed a large cluster of powers surrounding the back half of the room, and following that direction, his eyes spotted the very being he had wanted to see so badly, Xylo! "I can help with the hunt, at least I think so." Trumpet's statement was a guru-send, giving him a great opportunity to enter the conversation.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 8, 2017 5:56:06 GMT
Xylo nodded slowly at Trumpet's report. It wasn't exactly much to go on, but it helped. There was a part of the Mazoku Lord that wanted there to be more resistance, just so he could crush their hopes that bit more, but it was better this way. His eyes turned to Harp, who offered to track down the remaining fighters. Trumpet offered his sons service as well.
Before the Namekian Ruler could respond, a voice echoed through the halls. A Ki was coming this way, and judging by its frantic movement, it was confused. The Ki found its way to the throne room, revealing itself to be owned by a high-ranking solider. Tabu fought next to Harp in Moori, and he had the bruises to show for it. He offered his services in this mission as well, which brought a smile to Xylo's face.
"Very good. The three of you can handle this mission well enough, then. There's a facility to the north of Moori. It used to be a Solar Empire training facility, but after the Battle of Moori, I sent a squadron to destroy it. Although it has been turned to ruins, there could still be valuable machinery hidden inside its desolated halls. I want you all to visit this place, scavenge what you can from the destruction, and keep an eye out for Solar Empire dogs. If you find any, you can deal with them as you please."
It was a simple mission, but simple was good enough. His army was still small, and his highest ranking officers wounded. It was a great time to strike at the heart of the Solar Empire and rip it to pieces, but if his men were still unwell, there would be no use in the venture. They'd lick what wounds they had, and grow their numbers before setting out on major missions.
"Keep each other safe, and if you find trouble you cannot handle, simply contact me."
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Post by Sagi Shi on Feb 8, 2017 6:10:24 GMT
[Thread PL: 7,596|Heavy Weights on| CURRENT PL SUPPRESSED 1] A figure clad in an ominous red cloak, stood on a mountain staring at the obsidian castle that stood before Moori Capitol. The wind blew by causing the bottom of Sagi's robes to flutter at the bottom. The hood would cast a shadow over his face, hiding any form of identity. A smirk would grow on the Oni's face. "So, it seems Xylo actually did it....impressive..." The Ogre jumped off the mountain. His cloak split near the middle fluttering in the wind before he gently touched the blueish grass beneath him. His knee poked out from the cloak before he stood straight again, completely covered as he approached the Mazoku lord's castle. The walls protecting Xylo's abode seemed menacing. It was a good device for striking fear in the hearts of any who dare challenged the Mazoku. The guards seemed on alert when they saw Sagi Shi, however, he paid them little attention, only giving them the slight assurance by saying, "Don't fret...you can say, I'm an old friend..." Despite that, he was told to leave. Now, although it wouldn't be that hard to simply knock the two out and get in, it certainly wouldn't be the cleanest way of arriving inside. The warriors would be on alert, hunting the Oni down. Sagi Shi shrugged, and simply turned heel. He walked away calmly, until he was behind a couple of trees and hills. After that, he vanished in a burst of speed, to fast for the low level grunts to even notice. He flew over the side of the walls and floated over too the window. He kicked it open, and let himself in. The Ogre glanced around the room calmly. "Hm...quite roomy. Xylo certainly doesn't settle for less it appears." The cloaked figure walked down the stairs and began to head towards the main hall(assuming that's where the throne would be located). Slow, patient footsteps echoed across the halls. There, the dark, blood red cloaked figure, appeared from the corner of the hall. "Lord Xylo I presume...?" The Oni said, half-jokingly. He noted the three Namekian's who were conversating with the Mazoku Lord, and figured they might not be much trouble alone. However, if things did go south, he wasn't sure how he'd pair up against 3 warriors of that caliber. But that was irrelevant. He didn't come here to fight, no. Sagi Shi was simply trying to explore new opportunities and ideas. Although, Xylo wasn't really his favorite person in the universe, power doesn't come from making buddies, it comes with allegiance. --- The cloak Sagi Shi is wearing. |
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Post by Mammon on Feb 8, 2017 7:42:11 GMT
The Seat of Power
He Cometh
He trudged through the field of green, his boot turning the tussocks of grass to mud under his iron clad heel, he paused a moment to look out upon the landscape to admire the scenery to smell the flowers, he stepped on a flower grinding its petals to nothing under his foot with cruel glee, it was the small things that made one happy, the evil deeds done well.
He had landed not but hours ago, breaking his first step on green grass and open air. And already he could smell blood on the air, was it in the way the wind howled through the trees set dirt to flight in bands of scouring wind or was it the ripples in the water. Ill omens indeed, ill for others.
He moved into the basalt keep its shadows and flickering firelight casting strange and terrible shades over him, making his shadow twice the size of three men. He wore dark iron chest plate inlaid with leather straps, he wore a morion atop his head with a face guard that all but obscured his face all but his eye's that glowed like windows into hell, he had two horns that wound their way from his helm giving him the appearance of nothing short of a black knight stepped out from stories fabled, Mammon had always thought if you were gonna play the part you might as well look the part.
He marched towards Xylo, and kin his boots making a metallic clicking sound as he passed, pushing past the cloaked individual as a lord might a servant, after all he was here to steal the show. He fell to one knee, removed his helmet to reveal a sharp face the colour of dirty snow with angular features and chiseled cheek bone's, it was the face of a lazy predator. "Hail Xylo, first of his name. Master of Namek, lord of Mazoku clan, emperor of worlds. May the galaxy bathe in your light or perish in its fire." he proclaimed in a basso proclamation that broke no argument.
"I am Mammon, of the nether-realm. Leader of the Demons Three, and I offer you my arms and my service, in these dark times." he lowered his head prostrating himself before the Demon Emperor. "My sword is at your disposal."
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Celestial Event: Makyo Star x8
Tags: Lord Xylo , Harp , Trumpet , Tabu , Sagi Shi , Dantalion
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Post by Trumpet on Feb 8, 2017 13:39:10 GMT
The throne room was becoming crowded at this point, it seemed everybody was just waltzing inside to pledge their allegiance to Xylo. A nice display of his personal power, but honestly, Xylo needed to assign a check point station or something in the near future. As he received his orders to go on a scouting trip and to inform Xylo of any problems, Trumpet subtly tapped his left temple twice. An indication he would use his telepathy to keep him updated on the events of the mission. With that, he felt no further need to remain in the room, clogging up space and began receding back to the shadows from which he had initially appeared. He didn't know how soon the sons of Xylo would be ready to make their move, so he needed to assemble Bongo quickly.
Fortunately, assembling people on short notice was easier when you could communicate from anywhere on the planet, and the mutant Mazoku began to message his son. 'Bongo, we have a mission.' he transmitted, 'you are to meet me at the castle gates as soon as you are prepared.' unfortunately, Bongo would not be able to reply. He did not share his father's telepathic abilities, but Trumpet knew he received the message and would be all too eager to join them in the hopes of getting to see some action. As a matter of fact, Trumpet had barely made it outside, before the enormous frame of Bongo dropped down from the sky, thudding heavily upon the grass and emitting a barely restrained war cry as a display of power. Unfortunately, the entire display was less than impressive for Trumpet, who secretly dwarfed Bongo's power.
"Well that didn't take long..." Trumpet mused, getting an irritated snort from Bongo in response. He knew full well his son was bored and had been prepared for a mission at a moment's notice.
Like Trumpet, Bongo was mutated, although to a far greater degree than his father. His body structure resembles a dragon, or dinosaur of some kind, with solid red eyes, pale green scales, black claws, and a crown of six black horns jutting backwards along his cranium. He was huge, standing twice the size of Trumpet, and almost three times as heavy. How could anybody think they were only a fraction as powerful as the small, quiet Namekian who stood before him? But then again, that's how Trumpet liked things, always leaving his enemies second guessing their options.
"What's the mission?" Bongo demanded, his voice deep and gruff, a waft of steam rising from his nostrils as he cracked his knuckles and flailed his tail about in the dirt. Trumpet merely held a finger up, as if to tell him to wait. He then folded his arms behind his back and turned to face the castle gates, waiting for the others to arrive.
Trumpet's PL: 2,744
Current PL: Suppressed
Bongo's PL: 686 (25% minion)
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 8, 2017 14:23:04 GMT
It seemed that Mammon was faster then Dantalion had ever given the man credit for. With the light of the Makyo Star gracing him with its presence, their power had grown eightfold, only furthering the gap between the duo. As Dantalion stepped out of the ship, a large deep breath taken as he looked around he found sitting in front of him a single note, from the poor crease he noticed the ink, "Oh... Oh you didn't did you?" he grumbled as he looked around, the pale demon had already vanished and with a heavy gulp, the lacerations on his neck swelling as he unfurled the note with a single digit leaving the small note placed in his hand.
Dear Dantalion -
Yeah, so even I don't know where to start looking, just find Xylo. Probs. in some sort of castle or something. I dunno just meet me there.
Your's truly, Mammon
Dantalion curled and crumpled the piece of tarnished paper in his hand, an infernal mass of green flames encasing his hand as he got to work. "Goddamn Smug... Gonna need to put a Tracker on the dickhead," he muttered under his breath before darting off to work. He really needed a better employer, and hopefully, with this Xylo he could be entrusted with just that. The few hours passed by, the strange aqua fauna that littered the place put him in a completely new conundrum. It spread for what seemed like an eternity, even more so than Earth's did. His form shifted and darted through the Green Sky, the clouds having the slightest of coloration to the clouds, "Oh... Oh please don't tell me every planet is unique. This is Bullshit." he muttered to himself, his head darting back and forth, every cloud darted through parting like Moses did the Red Sea.
It had taken a while, some clouds parted, others infected with the demonic energy turning the once stained cloud a malevolent black before finally and mercifully, he hovered above the castle."Okay. One castle down. Let's see if this is the right castle." he growled, slowly his form hovering down, the Ki that had swelled through his body dissipating into the air as he arrived at the towering front door. "Oh shit. A door that I don't have to bend down through. This guy thought ahead." he muttered as he pushed through, the doors parting for his entrance as he looked back and fourth. "Right... Now I just gotta find the Throne Room... Or the Vault." he looked back and fourth, the halls empty of all occupants, for now, he took a quick left, his form still hovering slightly as to not leave any footprints behind. "Meh, whichever comes First I guess." he shrugged lazily starting his venture through the castle.
PL - Base: 13, 551
Makyo Star Boost: 108, 408
Heavy Weights Worn: 27,102
Trumpet | Mammon | Sagi Shi | Lord Xylo | Tabu | Harp
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Post by Tabu on Feb 8, 2017 23:00:02 GMT
Tabu grinned wickedly, "Yes my lord, I will not fail you." The dark part of him was glad that that Xylo would trust him with this task, but he wondered. What if some Sayians were still there, and they were injured? Had he been changed that much that he would kill helpless enemies? A flicker of fear and doubt flashed over the warrior Namek's face, and then it disappeared. "I doubt many powerful warriors are left on the planet after the battle, but we will be cautious nonetheless." He shot a warning glare at Trumpet, but the other Namekian had already waltzed out. Tabu hadn't worked with many Mazkou, and as a whole he was wary of them. He just hoped this 'Trumpet' wouldn't turn on him at a crucial moment!
Shouldering aside the massive door, Tabu leaned on it for a minute or so, panting heavily. That Sayian's attack had forced him to concentrate his full reserves of ki towards his regeneration, and he could barely walk! It was infuriating, to be so utterly trounced by a monkey, with such a basic attack! Worse still, he could not help fight any invaders that tried to destroy his new allies! Muttering darkly, he wobbled over to where Trumpet stood. "What's the plan, or are we going in ki blazing?"
Wanna split the mission into a separate thread, or should we keep it in this one?
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Post by Harp on Feb 9, 2017 2:35:39 GMT
Harp was still hurting, listening to his father before someone busted a window down and caused quite the alarm from the wounded namekian. "Who are you and what business do you have with the Mazoku Lord?" His voice was sharp, eyes glaring at the intruder as two more came into the room. Power level rising up to six hundred, it put a strain on his still injured body but it was an intimidation measure almost. "Father, I will be taking Tabu on this mission without further adeu. I would prefer Trumpet's assistance as to Bongo's, due to the liability of having a giant namekian in the area at the same time we are trying to extract possibly delicate machinery." Moving to leave if dismissed, he'd beckon to Tabu and Trumpet but not to Bongo. "Let's move out, there isn't much time to waste." -Thread exit to split it into another spinoff. Trumpet Tabu imma drag you both along with me if you want! Zeni) |
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Post by Tabu on Feb 9, 2017 3:28:31 GMT
(Sounds good, zeni please)
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