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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 7, 2017 10:37:24 GMT
"Yes, but what about the Arcosians?! They could swing in from behind and wipe out entire platoons of soldiers before we can retreat!""Lord Xylo's already told us that Emperor Retsu is on our side! How many times have we gone through this?!""Why don't we just take Raiti and push it closer to the war-front?"A trio of bickering high-ranking Dominion soldiers sat across from Xylo in the War Room. Somehow he'd been foolish enough to appoint these idiots as some of his battle strategists. An ancient Warrior Caste Namek, an irritable red-skinned Demon, and a brainless Brenchian. If he were a crueler Lord he would have eradicated them days ago, but instead he humored them. His patience was wearing thin, however; they'd been suggesting plans of attack for hours, and each one was worse than the last. He'd been silent for the entirety of it, simply watching them bicker among themselves as if they were old maids playing a board game. Finally he'd had enough. With one swift swing, his fist smashed into the carved stone table, denting the part of the map that Planet Kabocha rested on. "Do you blithering oafs seriously think this conversation is helping anyone?! I should have you all hung for impeding my progress!" The trio sat, frozen in silence, their brows dripping sweat. Xylo had never been so upset with them before. The Mazoku Lord sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "Just get the hell out of here. Find something else to waste your time on."Without another word, the foolish strategists funneled out of the room. They wouldn't be offering their ideas to Xylo any time soon. Xylo sat back in his chair, sighing more deeply as he sunk into the cushions. Why do I submit myself to these tortures, Xylo thought to himself. Perhaps it's time to kick things into action. I can't let myself sink into waiting-- Biding my time is exactly what's going to get me killed.He stared at the map again. His best option was to strike Kabocha, and soon. If he could capture it before the Saiyans were properly geared up for a fight, then he'd have a major foothold in Saiyan space; something he'd desperately need if he wanted to pressure the Saiyan Empire into making mistakes. There was no reason to wait any longer. He would call his men to arms, and send them to the front lines. They needed to be ready to move out at a moments notice. He pushed himself off the chair, and made his way to the courtyard outside. The Mazoku stepped out onto the grassy field outside his castle. It was bright and sunny out, like it always was. With his back to the castle, he stood at the bottom of the black steps leading up to the front entrance. He stared out at the courtyard. It was empty for now. With luck, that would change quick. "It's now or never, I suppose."He brought a finger up to his neck, and his voice boomed across the planet. "SOLDIERS OF MY DOMINION! THIS IS YOUR LORD SPEAKING! YOU ARE ALL SUMMONED TO CASTLE MAZOKU; IT IS TIME TO PREPARE FOR WAR!" Xylo lowered his hand, and waited. He could already feel powers approaching; hopefully at least some of his men would heed the call.
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A Call to Arms! It's time to prepare for war!
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 7, 2017 11:10:50 GMT
A single figure folded halfway over, a single eery garnet shining in the catacombs of darkness, paperwork both fresh and aged littered his small container of a room, flipping back and fourth with a Feather in hand. Pen's required plastic and ink as well as smaller nimbler fingers to make and with a lack of any of the above it was simpler to just tear a feather from a bird and use it as a makeshift pen. That was until he could manage the funds to purchase one, every dime he owned had been dropped into the Bank in hopes of getting a gravity chamber.
The sound of feather against paper gnawed away in the dark confines, twists of black miasma seeping across the cold dampness of the floor as a begrudged tune rumbled from the cold abyss. "Goddamn... Immigrants always crash landing... People joining in a trickle..." The baritone voice boomed, trailing along the lines of black miasma and communicating its message throughout. A pause was taken, the tip of feathers lightly pressed against the jutting Jaw as he thought what next to write, "Gotta start writing up another Template for rebellion. No doubt another village has risen with bloodshed not far of their heels." he grunted as a cold wind ran through his Catacombs, the seeping of miasma quickly peeling back to reveal the damp stonework below. Then came the words, a worrying set if ever there was one, the drums of war were soon to echo, the ground to be seeped red and the families to prepare their moaning. His fingers coiled, twisting the feather to an odd angle as he took in a deep breath, the peeled miasma quickly twisting its way through the air and back into his body, the sound of wood against stone grinding along the ground as he arose from his seat, looking down in his hand with a mournful expression, "Oh for Dabura's sake. Now I gotta go kill another bird to get a Pen. This is just the absolute worse day." He cried, trailing his way into the light of the sun. "I better get dressed then I suppose." He stated, a large coffin sat next to him, upright and clearly opened, the stench of death long since departed from the container as he peeled it across, revealing what he lovingly called a cloak, though others called a Bedsheet. His arm outstretched, peeling it off as he flipped it over himself, aligning his thorns with the previous holes as to not ruin his cloak any further.
With a dart and a hiss he made his way out, sealing his workplace with a large boulder as to keep the clever eye from ruining his workstation. He darted through the clouds, parting them in two with the occasional one being tinted black with trails of Green Ki flowing through. It didn't take long to arrive at the Castle, it was a large foreboding place if ever there was one and it seemed that he was the first to arrive. Not a shocking revelation, he lived close enough. He scouted about, looking around for Lord Xylo before spying him out, this whole not sensing Ki thing was a bothersome ordeal, where others would just snap their finger he had to actually look. For a minute he looked back and fourth, whisking around the Castle and its towers, no one on the Balcony, no one in the towers. It was a rather troubling thought that he may have fallen for a trap before finally glancing down, seeing Xylo standing on the Grassy Plains. "Hmmm... Should have checked there first." He mumbled, a flat tone token as he slowly descended down to the Lord Supreme. "Xylo, what was that about war?" He inquired all the while still descending towards the Great one.
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Post by Mammon on Mar 7, 2017 11:30:42 GMT
Raise the Banners
Personal Demons
'Why'
'Why did he do this' cause he had always done this, it felt right, it felt good. But it sat like a stone in his gut growing heavier and heavier with each passing day. Here he was an officer in a dark army ready to sweep across the known galaxy in a dark tide of violence and hate, not since the Saiyan wars would brutality like this be seen it would set a new benchmark in pain. But here he sat questioning his meaning what it meant to be a demon, what it meant to be Mammon? He would've dived into his work or distractions to avoid these questions, anything to avoid them but on Namek the planet of one hundred and one things you can't do, he was left with the worst company. His own. If ever he found his answer in its shimmering splendour he supposed he would still do the same thing, he knew cruelty it was familiar and everything else was alien and unknown. 'Why did he do this'
He stood his cape billowing behind him like some dark phantom whispering dark secrets in his ears, his armour was dark as pitch and black as sin, his head was encased in a dark helmet in the visage of a leering demon, its face guard artistically moulded that the hate contained behind it seem to bulge and warp the metal. And just like that he changed, no puff of smoke or anything one moment dark knight the next a youth with long flowing blond hair that seemed to shimmer to its own personal light, not shared with those without chiselled cheek bones and every muscle and limb artful in perfection. He changed again now Mammon, in a dark flowing robe sitting on the grassy hill symbol of faiths twisted in mockery on its tapestry, he was changing through forms as one changes channels. He couldn't find one that interested him.
"My lord." he inclined his head as he lounged on the grassy hill as a king might a throne, he couldn't work up much effort in the appearance of subservience, he couldn't muster much else besides apathy he had walked castle so many time tracing steps and pacing paths well-traveled growing tired of his own company, he turned his head to Dantalion, regarding his boon companion with a flat expression his mouth forming a line on his face, here was someone who followed him out of habit how many times had he betrayed that trust?
He shook his head, he didn't let that thought grow for too long a treacherous vine would sprout from that seed. He was Mammon, blood of blood he'd drink in their screams like wine and he'd enjoy it, he was true to himself, he was master of his destiny and he would eventually walk worlds that either burned or bowed to him.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 8, 2017 2:15:14 GMT
It was mere moments before the first wave of the crowd showed itself. Unsurprisingly, the first to arrive was Mammon and his compatriot, Dantallion. These two were fiercely loyal, perhaps more so than some of Xylo's own kin. He nodded to them, a slight smile on his face. Dantallion spoke as he descended, questioning what Xylo meant to do with this summoning. "I told you we had to wait for the right moment when we first met, right? I think we're getting close. The men need to be ready to go at a moments notice, so I'm making sure they know what we're going to be dealing with."
Xylo's attention turned to the outer rim of the courtyard. Dozens of Dominion soldiers had already flocked to the castle, all of them waiting patiently for whatever Xylo was about to say. Each moment, more and more soldiers, all of different races and strengths, funneled towards the palace gates, filling up nearly half of the courtyard. There was room for more, obviously, so he'd wait. There was no reason to rush into a speech, after all.
He turned to Mammon, then Dantallion, a smirk on his face as he spoke. "Quite the sight, isn't it? All of these men and women working together for one cause: Domination of the enemy. Each day we grow in number. I'm starting to think the Solar Empire should lay down their arms before we have the chance to declare war."
As the Mazoku Lord awaited the remainder of his army, a strange sight came from above. A small, deep red, orb-shaped ship descended from the air. It was no attack ball, for it did not rapidly descend. Instead, it floated down like a flower on the breeze. It touched down on a bed of flowers across from the crowd, and the hatch on its front opened. From inside, a short young Human woman hopped out. She wore a large red hoodie, with plastic black horns strapped to the hood. She hurried over to Xylo, and upon reaching him, knelt down. She placed her right fist directly in front of her heart, and spoke.
"For the Eclipse!"
Xylo couldn't help but chuckle. "You may rise."
The girl did so, and smiled at the Namekian Lord. "It's good to see you again, Xylo. I thought after all those years that the leaders of the Eclipse had all died, or gone into hiding. If you hadn't called in that favor, I don't know what me and the boys woulda done with our time!"
"I'm just glad the old frequencies were still active. How long until my item is finished?"
The Red Eclipse scout pulled her sleeve back, and checked her watch. "Let's see... Should be here in about thirty minutes or so. The boys got stuck at Galactic Patrol customs."
Xylo nodded, folding his arms across his chest as he stared out over the crowd. "Right then. We have to wait a bit anyways. They're bringing the cameras too, yes?"
"Yep! We've got a connection to all channels. You'll be able to broadcast yourself across the galaxy, if that's what you want." A grin crept up the Nameks face. "Good." He tilted his head toward Dantallion, nodding in his direction. "You should take a seat." The Red Eclipse girl nodded, and hopped off to sit next to big burly demon.
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 8, 2017 6:40:01 GMT
Mammon, was quiet. Or at least, as quite as he ever got, no lashing quips, no resplendent entrance. Hell, he wasn't even dining on foodstuff and wine, which, while a nice change of pace was a worrying one. Oh great... Now Mammon has gone mad with boredom. Knew someone was going to on this boring ball of dirt. He thought to himself as slowly he descended, heavy footprints marring the soil as he took a step, his garnet eyes turning back and fourth as a wave of violence and war began to blur the horizon, Dantalion's jaw dropping as he watched them flood. "Oh dear lord... I have... I have so much paperwork... So many names..." He cried, falling to his knees all the while hovering in the air, following Xylo's command as he descended down taking a seat on the grass, his jaw still hanging loosely, the mere whip of the wind rattling it as he looked down his arms hanging.
Dantalion looked to the sky, the descending of the ship a worrying sight, "Oh no... The Raiti Asteroid... It would have even more numbers." he quivered, looking around as he tried to count the numbers that swelled with every passing moment. "There... There just isn't enough Paper to do this..." he mumbled after this was done he would need Xylo to teach him how to Materialise stuff.
As he sat down, his arms swinging from the gentle gusts of wind he looked as the girl approached, scanning up and down, slowly it became visible, the Horns on his head were bending down, the Thorns that traced his spine were dissipating, now the idea of the SSE striking wasn't such a bad idea, if he was lucky there swollen numbers would disappear and his paperwork along with it. He turned to the girl as she sat next to him, he had no idea what a Red Eclipse was but imagined it was but some sort of minor organisation in Xylo's dominion. He rummaged through his cloak, a pen and a single slide of paper taken out as he passed it to the woman, "Please fill in the paperwork... If you are part of a faction just... Just give me a few days to write something up for them." A single drop of green ichor rolled from his eye sockets, it was the closest thing he could muster to a tear, its form rolling down sizzling as it trailed down his boned face before plummeting to the ground and leaving its mark, the grass around it turning black and instantly wilting as the dirt itself became marred a stained purple.
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Post by Limac on Mar 8, 2017 7:20:13 GMT
Limac landed near the castle and pressed his wings towards his back, so they wouldn’t interfere with walking. Mutant looked behind to see, if his comrade kept up with him, and then went to the gathered crowd. Looks like Limac was late. Mazoku walked through the crowd of soldiers, pushing them to the sides by accident. Some warriors called him and, perhaps, wanted to start bragging about it, but mutated namekian ignored them. After making his way to the frontlines of the crowd and finally seeing the one, who actually called everyone here, mutant bowed to his leader.
Seeing that common warriors on his both sides didn’t do the same and actually chatted between themselves with almost no subordination mutant, without any significant movements, pointed both his index fingers on soldiers and shot a little magical beam, that went through the coupe of soldiers on the each side. At first it looked like nothing happened, but then metallic collars appeared on the warriors necks. Collars didn’t look like something special, but, in fact, they were very heavy, especially for their wearers. Because of the weight of this things warriors fell down to the ground. Seeing his neighbors almost literally digging dirt with their noses Limac smirked and stood on one of his knees. Limac might have been a common soldier, but he was loyal and ready to follow any orders nevertheless.
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Post by Basil on Mar 9, 2017 15:59:39 GMT
"SOLDIERS OF MY DOMINION! THIS IS YOUR LORD SPEAKING! YOU ARE ALL SUMMONED TO CASTLE MAZOKU; IT IS TIME TO PREPARE FOR WAR!"Basil was just finished breaching the atmosphere of Namek when the uproarious announcement was made. Jolting him awake and causing his noggin' to collide with the top of his pod, he'd make a sour face and grumpily snuggle back into his seat both to scratch his back and vent his frustration. A tiny welt appeared on the contact area, which he rubbed at vigorously with a damp cloth. It took him a few moments, but he could absolutely recognize that voice...but from where? As Christine (his Pod) soared toward the surface of Namek with him in tow, he got hold of Bill resting in the back seat and began giving him a ''thinkin' noogie''. It was something that always helped him collect his thoughts when he really needed to. His best buddy's inflatable dome squeaked softly as Basil's head would turn curiously from side to side, trying to place a face to the voice. He bounced about impatiently in his seat as his souped-up space-ride made landfall, gently touching down in the grasslands of Namek not far from where Christine told him the source was coming from. He was muddled by a state of cautious curiosity, causing him to open that pod door just a little bit more quickly than he usually did. He would deflate put Billson to bed in short order, tucking him in comfy behind the seat before he sealed up the space-ball and used his Scouter to set it to remote control. The last time he was on Namek he'd found a lowercase where a Capital belonged, so there was no telling what kind of funny business he was gonna stumble across this time. As the last of the echo of that voice thundered across the planet, his Scouter was finally able to triangulate the source of the audio. Basil wasn't too far away. Pulling up his pants, he'd begin to skedaddle his way in a goofy-looking, pants-adjusting jog as he bounded across the grasslands. He was apparently headed for one Castle Bazoku; aw, how sweet. The locals remembered him and decided to raise a castle in his honor! This would be a real treat to see, yes indeedy. Barely able to contain his excitement, he would instead opt to burst off into flight with his dark teal aura flaring and roaring around him. He spotted a frightened-looking bean man on the way and made it a point to bowl him over like a linebacker three times his actual size. Spreading his arms out wide, he'd smile with glee as a few mucks of sneaky drool caught the wind off his lip with his tongue poking out the left corner of his mouth. It wasn't long before he would see a gathering of people outside of what was indeed a castle. He didn't like the design too much, though; he'd have to file a non-verbal complaint and beat the tar out of somebody to make this right. Touching down, he'd approach the group as he adjusted his gloves with a stretchy and snapping noise one after the other, right coming after left. It was then that he saw him; a bean so great and so respected by the Makyan that he'd actually buried him on this same planet long ago. Big Bean himself. ''Oy, oy oy! Wassa big idea!? I done gone and buried ya before, right nex' 'ta ol' whas' his name. Do ya 'member? Da mook wit da dinner fork 'fuh hair, liked 'ta punch folks.'' While most demons were indeed aware of the Afterlife, Basil was a special exception. His aloof stupidity grand intelligence didn't leave room in his brilliant brain for something that sounded so silly. Pah! Fuhgeddabouddit! Around this time after his statement he would look about and actually pay attention to his company. Judging by what his Scouter told him, he and one another strange figure here were about an equal match in strength, trailed by one other, trailed by the last. Big Bean, though...what the heck happened to him? His power was huuuuuge! He'd have to bug him about that later. ''So what'chu want?''
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Post by Leo on Mar 10, 2017 1:59:48 GMT
"I can't believe the big man is finally getting us ready for war! I am gonna be making so many heads roll the new sword I bought last weak ha, and the enemies would be able to get through my armor either, heh," commented a majin who ironically wore heavy golden-colored armor while flying through the sky, given the fact that his race could just regenerate heavy damage if they wanted to. On the left side of him was one of his namekian pals that nodded as they both headed towards Castle Mazoku, zooming past the sea. Flying their right was Leo, a demon that smiled as he listened to them talk confidently. He too was ready for war, but wasn't so happy about his current strength. The man wanted to get stronger before the battle came, but unfortunately that wouldn't be happening, unless this meeting was just a preparation for a fight that would take place within a few months.
After a few minutes, Leo finally got to the field that thousands of Mazoku warriors were now sitting on. With a crowd like this, the demon wasn't able to find Limac who he took off with initially. Along the way they seemed to separate from each other, but that was alright. Leo would be able to get together with him after the meeting was over with, and perhaps they would finish their patrol. While most of the army sat here there was bound to be a few groups that would make their move, trying to capture Mazoku outposts and the like. The lion-looking humanoid would be prepared for them afterwards.
After taking a knee and bowing, Leo took a seat in the front of the crowd with his legs folded and his hands resting on top of his knees, looking at his leader who he had met before. Although many people saw him as a tyrant, this demon didn't, as the leader of namek could have easily decimated the tourists that Leo chatted with the other day for landing on the planet without jurisdiction, but instead let them go while attempting to subdue a majin that seemed to be dangerous. He awaited Xylo's instructions.
--------------------Leo will just be listening to Xylo as he speaks, so you can leave me out of the post order for now. Although, if someone tags me and wants to spark a conversation I will reply. I believe Mammon is up now.
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Post by Mammon on Mar 10, 2017 3:45:13 GMT
Raise the Banners Small Demons
He watched at the sea of bluegrass became a sea of green men, watching as the courtyard filled with bodies writhing with the subtle pushes and shove that always accompanies a crowd, the noise it was starting to get loud. This war lived and breathed in the hearts and minds of the people each 'sold' to the men as a heroic act no matter the true aim. Each soldier wanted to be a 'hero' fighting for his people, not a repressor or a monster. Except him he was Xylo's little-prepackaged monster ready to not ask questions, not to argue orders just get it done. "Yes." he said in a neutral tone that reflected no feeling just acceptance, was he growing a conscience?
No, he was getting fat on self-loathing there was difference a whole lot more self-pity. He stood he stretched raising his arm's above his head and yawned, he scratched the side of his face and looked out on the crowd his mouth forming a thin line on his face, this was their army this was- There was a blue dwarf coming towards them, this was just odd enough to snap him out of his reverence, he was a demon and he was almost as strong as himself what great words could this creature offer, someone like him?
''So what'chu want?''
Clearly the blue midget was nothing like him, he looked him up and down well he just look him down. And like all patronising people he leant down resting hands on his knees as if talking to a child. "You lost kid?" he mimicked his tone and inflexions, making a butchery of the Makyans accent. "The playground is thata way." he clenched his fist and hiked his thumb over his shoulder pointing in the direction of Mori captial. |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 15, 2017 10:30:09 GMT
The Mazoku Lord chuckled to himself as Dantallion's despair was made vocal. He wasn't too happy with the numbers, it seemed. Perhaps he shouldn't have signed up for book-keeper of an entire army if this small group is enough to make him sweat. The Namekian wondered briefly if Dantallion might faint if the Warrior and Dragon castes showed up in droves as well. That would certainly be a sight to see. Suddenly, a Ki came barreling down towards the castle. It was simply massive, and better yet, it was familiar. The Ki came in quickly, and soon enough, revealed itself to the big and bulky Basil. The rowdy Makyan was an old friend, if you could call their relationship friendly, that is. "Basil!"Xylo walked forwards, looking up at the muscle-bound, Makyo-empowered imp. He gave the Makyan a smile, before answering the fellows question. "Simple answer for a simple question: I stopped being dead. Learned some tricks while I was in Otherworld, which helped me conquer this place. Now I'm gearing up to conquer more of the galaxy. You wanna join us?"He turned to Mammon, who'd just insulted Basil. He gave a chuckle, before making his way back up the steps. "I'd be careful insulting this one. He's got a mean throwing arm."Xylo turned back to the crowd as he ascended a few stone steps. It looked like it was almost time. He'd give it just a few more moments before he gave his speech. Besides, he needed to wait for his cameras to arrive anyways.
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 21, 2017 6:33:50 GMT
A small mean looking Demon popped up. That and some tiny Imp like creature who's accent which hinted at the fact he was not from Namek. Hell, he hadn't even come across one on Earth so maybe he was from some far off hell hole that he had yet to visit. He moved over to a tree, plucking off a sheet of bark, scrawling his nail with a disturbing grind as purple letters engrained itself into the bark. It simply read. Find out Accent. It wasn't an important note, but hell not like he had much better to do on Namek.
With that dealt with he walked back, sitting on his chair to spy Limac chaining the necks of soldiers. Not a good way to make an impression on soldiers, in fact it was a good way to get stabbed in the back when ya weren't looking, but that was his problem, not Dantalion's.
Then finally, he spotted a curiosity amongst the ranks of soldiers. Some sort of lion creature standing on two feet. Maybe Xylo grabbed a Lion and magicked him upright. Or maybe it was another race Dantalion had all but encountered. Leo-Lio-Monions. Sounded like a good name when left in thought, not so easy to say. His finger darted along the bark, scrawling another note, Find out, who Leo-Lio-Monions is. It simply read before reclining a little in his chair, metal bending as he pressed it back a little to get the most comfort out of the ill-suited chair.
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Post by Leo on Mar 24, 2017 8:41:01 GMT
Exiting this thread. I am in the process of archiving this character since I don't have the time for him when added with the other characters I feel more attached to. I give any of you permission to have my character leave ic however you wish, or he can just stay there and act as a random henchmen.
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Post by Tabu on Mar 24, 2017 22:37:52 GMT
Power Level: 9,736
Wanted to hop in before it went any farther
Tabu landed with a heavy thump near the left of the command group's position, breathing hard. He had been sweeping a portion of the Ajassa Mainlands far from the castle when Xylo's massive voice informed him of the gathering in Castle Mazkou. Horrified, he had flown as fast as possible back to the building before he missed the meeting proper. Thankfully, he seemed to have made it in time.
As he began walking towards Xylo, he glanced at the gathering, pride enveloping him. He was one of the commanders of this host, the group that would finally destroy the meddling SSE for good. The War itself couldn't be far off if a war meeting was being called, which was good. Tabu hungered for the chance to defeat the prideful monkeys at their own game. He stopped a meter or so from Xylo, and made a short bow, "Apologies for my tardiness, some rookie apparently reported a Sayian cell landing to the west." His lips twisted, "It was just some old pods, nothing to worry about."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 31, 2017 8:43:24 GMT
The crowds murmurs and whispers died down as the last of Xylo's army arrived. Tabu and a few less well known commanders had arrived at Xylo's side, with Tabu apologizing for being late. Xylo simply shook his head, and pointed to the sky. "On the contrary; you're right on time." In the deep green skies above, a ship could be seen descending from space. The metallic object tore through the sky at an alarming rate, but as it closed in, its speed halved. The crowd watched with baited breath as it came closer. What did this ship hold within its walls?  The ship touched down in the direct center of the courtyard, where its strange design could be seen by all. The ship was shaped like a Namekian arm, with the head of the ship being a four-digit hand. The massive metallic green limb was coated by a layer of black armor, with two incredibly sharp blades protruding from the front. It looked as intimidating as it did strange, and though it did not attract any sounds from the crowd, it most certainly kept their eye.
The Fist of Namek, as it was so aptly named, unclenched itself, as the knuckle of each finger folded outward into a ramp. Dozens of soldiers of all different races funnelled out of the ship, all of them wearing gear similar to that of the young girl from before. They lined up in front of Xylo, each of them pressing their fist to their heart in salute. In unison, they shouted:
"For the Eclipse! All Hail Xylo!"One of the older Red Eclipse soldiers, a Zoonian, stepped forwards, making a quick motion with his hands. Shortly after, a myriad of cameras, microphones and other machinery zoomed out of the ship, floating around Xylo to capture his green glory from all angles. The camera lights clicked on, and a small mechanical hum filled the air. The Zoon nodded towards Xylo, and the Mazoku Lord smiled back. It was time to make his announcement."People of the Galaxy! I am Lord Xylo: Ruler of Namek, and Leader of the Mazoku Dominion. It is time for a change in the way things work. For far too long, many of us have been living in the shadow of the Solar Empire's fist. To that I say NO MORE! Their reign will end, and with their demise will come the end of the Super Saiyan Age! I will usher in a new age; the Age of Mazoku!"Many of the soldiers in the crowd hooted and hollered at Xylo's words. The men were itching for a fight, and their leader declaring war was just the thing they needed to boost their already sky-high morale. Xylo grinned again, turning to the camera closest to him as he spoke.
"I'd offer the chance to surrender, but I doubt the Queen of All Saiyans would be so cowardly. I'll give you just three weeks to prepare your armies, and then we will decimate you." The cameras clicked off. It was a rather short broadcast, but it got the point across. The crowds continued to roar, which pleased Xylo greatly.
He turned to Tabu, and then to the crowd. He shouted over the cheers; loud enough to be heard by everyone present, but at a much lower volume than when the cameras were rolling. "We ship off for Planet Kabocha in three weeks. Prepare yourselves; it's going to be one hell of a fight!"
Xylo turned on his heel, and made his way back into the castle. He needed to make some preparations of his own before things went down.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Jun 5, 2017 16:09:43 GMT
| Lord Xylo | Mammon | Dantalion
| WC: 1,985
ZENI GAINS: 2,828
OLD ZENI: 2,448
NEW ZENI: 5,276 | WC:780
PL GAINS: 1,248
OLD PL: 100,223
NEW PL: 101,471 | WC: 1,329
PL GAINS: 2,209
OLD PL: 87,935
NEW PL: 90,144 |
Adding now. Tabu , Limac , Basil , repost this in the TTG when you return and let me know what you want! |
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