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Post by Mammon on Apr 5, 2017 9:11:30 GMT
Collect Call Dial 1 for Tyrant
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, Well it was a time. It was the metaphorical calm before the storm a cold chilly morning for this cold war, oh sure there was the passion at the beginning it started off right people died and that was a good sign, with it being a war and all but like a marriage where there was once passion and fire now there is now only awkward conversations around the kitchen table, and who'd get beanie baby collection in the divorce that was quickly becoming more and more apparent. After all, Xylo had given the galaxy the middle finger and then went home cause he felt tired leaving the galaxy saying 'was that it?'. Leaving his military to 'train' which is to say he left a bunch of people with big sticks and nothing but each other to use them on, it was a wonder no one had lost an eye.
--- He shook his head from side to side snapping out of his reverence giving pause to the present, he sat in a chair a cool wind blowing in from the north carry the arid smell of the desert with it, he sat in a chair in his ship hidden by a couple of rocks reached out to a device that could only be called 'spacey' and began to enter a code. "Yes, I'll hold." he said into a small device. "The connection here is just terrible, really it is." and he waited while on the other side of a phone people ran around to patch him into Xylo personal communicator, sure he had to threaten several people but once he screamed 'I will uproot your entire family tree if you don't get me through!' they had gotten the point. The waiting music stopped.
He'd appear on the screen or scouter or whatever communication device available short of appearing in a book and popping out and going 'BOO!'. "My lord." he said lowering himself in a stage bow shallow enough that said 'we've got things to get on with, lets'. "I'm making my report, first I've been to Earth, gauging their reaction and it seems hell bent on joining the war and not to put a too fine of a point on it, not on our side." he stood up began to pace his clothes billowing out behind him like a fan was going crazy off on the side, make a show out of everything and you'll usually get people to clap at the end. "And I've found your ex-compatriot, the demon know as Alistair he's on Konats. I'll send the coordinates. But it seems to me we're at a bit of a crossroad, can we beat all these odds? Especially with your old ally scheming off in the sideline."
This was it, he'd need his answer to be good cause he wasn't going to play funny buggers forever they needed a game plan and he wanted to be clued in, otherwise he might get the sneaking suspicion that there was no plan. "My lord, I don't dream of telling you what to do but you need to deal with him as a friend, or you need to deal with him." he put an emphasis on the second 'deal with him' putting one in the mind of dark places and men with sharp little knives. "Permanently, it would be unfortunate on the cusp of victory to feel the dagger in the back as it were."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 6, 2017 11:01:30 GMT
Xylo sat in the flight deck of his ship, his eyes closed as The Fist of Namek tore through space. The might warship was on its way to Arcose currently, and the trip was taking quite some time. The Mazoku had forgotten how far this place was. The last time he'd taken a trip to Arcosian space, he was planning on sacking it alongside Zucceta. This time, he was looking to make alliances. There was an inkling of worry in the back of his mind; would Retsu still be in control when he got there? Lords came and went on Arcose, perhaps faster than any other planet in the universe. With any luck, the next leader would share Retsu's sentiment, or at the very least be open to talks. If not, Xylo wasn't opposed to taking control himself. Either way, he'd increase his chances of success in the coming weeks immensely.
His worry shifted to the only other passenger on this flight. Sax, Xylo's second oldest, was elsewhere on the ship. The boy had a kind heart, and that was the root of the problem. He was a good kid, which, while useful for diplomacy, could get him seriously hurt in the future. Maybe taking him along was a bad decision...
Before he could dwell on the quandary, a communication from across the galaxy showed up on one of the larger screens in the room. Xylo's eyes opened, and a smile creeped onto his face. It was none other than Mammon, one of Xylo's top dogs! The Demon Mercenary bowed politely, before beginning to inform Xylo of his exploits across the galactic quadrants.
The Namekian Lord listened carefully, his smile lessening with each bout of bad news. Earth was rowdy, it seemed, and before long, they would more than likely pledge their allegiance to the Saiyans publicly. He frowned when Alaistair was mentioned; the mere thought of the demon still kicking his boots about was irritating.
"I see... Very troubling."
Xylo stood silent for a moment, turning away to check one of the computers in the flight deck. He spoke to Mammon in a concerned tone, tapping away at the main controls while he did. "I won't lie to you, it sounds like we're in some shit. I've seen worse odds beaten before, though, so if anything it just makes me more interested in whats to come." He gave a rapid set of taps to the machine he was in front of, before finally hitting enter.
The ship rumbled. Its speed had just doubled.
"I'm currently on my way to Arcose to ensure our alliance with them is concrete. Once that's over with, I'll meet with you on Konats. I want you to keep as close of an eye on Alaistair as you can without drawing suspicion, understand? The little bastard isn't the smartest, but he can get things done if you give him time alone."
Xylo turned back to face Mammon, a curious look on his face. "Have you noticed anyone else with him? A Saiyan with a black undersuit, perhaps? "
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Post by Mammon on Apr 12, 2017 6:10:55 GMT
Collect Call Impure Thoughts "Of course my lord, " he said this each time there was a pause in the Mazoku Lords speech as if putting the punctuation on each sentence placing the final full stop on the matter. He was rolling his eye's fast and hard in his head which is not to be confused for his face cause he'd be really doing it and he wouldn't dare do that to Xylo unless he wanted something cold and sharp in the back for his trouble. "By your will my lord.""Ah the Changelings , they will make fine allies." 'if you like indecision and never doing anything at all...' he didn't say this but like the eye rolling he thought this hard, god this would be a disgrace and he was going to be put on the firing line. "Alistair was with a female Saiyan, but I have not seen him with anyone else. I will make enquirers if you so will it."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Apr 14, 2017 2:18:58 GMT
Xylo nodded his head, a slight twinge of disappointment in his features. Kizuki still hadn't revived, apparently. Either that or he was looking to distance himself from his old life as much as possible. If that was his wish, then perhaps it was for the best. At least that way he wouldn't have to consider ending the Saiyan if he chose to be loyal to Alaistair.
"It's fine. Just keep close to the bastard. I'm sure this 'Konats' isn't the most comfortable place to spend your days, so I'll try to make my visit to Arcose as short as possible."
The Mazoku Lord turned back to the computers for a moment, before returning his eyes to Mammon. "You're doing good work, Mammon. I'll see you soon."
The feed suddenly cut out as the call ended.
Exit thread! Taking PL
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Post by Queen Habana on Apr 16, 2017 18:40:23 GMT
Mammon | WC: 744 | PL Gains: 1,190 | New PL: 85,461 Xylo | WC: 647 | PL Gains: 922 | New PL: 257,796
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