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Post by Vennel on May 3, 2017 8:31:15 GMT
[Power Level: 264,984] [Suppression Active]
The sun was high in the Vegetan sky. The pink hued skyline stretched out, pocked with the sights of the approaching city scape. Vennel soared through the air at a lazy pace, in no particular rush today. But she’d heard word from Kaza that the Queen herself had returned from her mission abroad. This meant that Vennel finally had an opportunity to meet with her. Touching down in the city proper, she found others flying this way or that, some citizens of varying origin carried groceries or supplies by hand or cart through the city streets. Vennel was silently watching, though, not the common rabble, but the palace. It loomed just ahead of her in the distance. She recalled the last time she walked this path, before she’d taken the throne the first time. When she’d deposed the ministry who made even Zucceta look good. It was almost like a trip down memory lane, when she finally arrived at the steps that lead to the entry of the large building. Before, she’d battled her way through guards on her approach, drunk off her power. The person she was today would have wretched to see who they once were, but she wasn’t here for reminiscing. Instead, she was let in by the guards, seeing her insignia that classified her as an elite, even with her power suppressed. In fact, when she arrived at the doors to the palace proper, she was let in without much hassle. She merely said she wished to meet with the Queen, and after running her identity and confirming she was the former Queen herself, they figured it best to let the current monarch deal with this. And in typical fashion, the proud woman walked passed the guards and inside. The place had been redecorated, likely during Zucceta’s reign, and the current monarch hadn’t been in position for long. After asking a few hands that worked the grounds, she found the assistant who handled the new leader’s menial tasks, such as keeping track of appointments. Not that Vennel had one, though she aimed to fix that. A timid little thing, some half breed with konatsian blood, judging by his pointed ears. It was one thing to see a majin holding the commander’s seat, but this was something else. This was not the Vegeta she knew. The mousy boy looked up from his data pad and seemed to be lost for words. “ Uhm, d-do you have an appointment?” He stammered out his response in a response befitting his appearance. Vennel looked down her nose at the boy. He was a scrawny thing, not much power to himself. Couldn’t be more than four, digits worth. Not enough to warrant turning her scouter on for. “ You’re going to make it, and now.” Her abrasive tone of voice and manner of speaking did the trick in flustering the mousy boy further. And that sort of reaction only made Vennel more angry, creating a feedback loop of fear and anger. “ I-I’m a-afraid I can’t j-just do that.” With a cough, the half-breed tried to regain his composure as best he could. No doubt his low power, in front of someone he likely recognized for being leagues stronger even years ago, didn’t help. “ She’s only just returned from her mission off world. She has other things to handle and she can’t just-” “ Shut up, trash! You’ll page her and go about your business if you must. But I will see Habana.” Her eyes narrowed towards the man. He seemed to cower under her imposing attitude, and pressed a button on his datapad, hopefully, to contact Habana. He merely tried his best to look back at her, and just nodded. He couldn’t find the words, or so it seemed. Vennel smiled condescendingly and nodded in response. “ Good.” Her response was short, and full of the pompous demeanor elite saiyans were most known for. Heck, even some of the ones boasting only a mediocre power had similar pride in their lackluster power. Still, she’d wait, with any luck, not for long.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 3, 2017 20:54:46 GMT
Generally speaking Gin had a fairly easy job, sure there was a bit of stress when it came to actually coordinating all the things that needed doing for the Queen especially while she was off-world and not quite so easily available to check with her about something upcoming that needed her attention but on the whole Habana gave him free reign to keep her schedule organized and to make sure everything ran smoothly. It even came with the benefit of being able to exert some authority over others which Gin secretly took quite a lot of joy from considering he had almost always been at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. Occasionally though a snag came up when Gin had to deal with the type of people that only really respected power and position, even the secretary of the Queen was only just a secretary and most such people had little interest in actually dealing with him. Usually though if he could get a few placating words in they eventually accepted that the Queen would not be able to see them IMMEDIETLY but that he would do everything in his power to get them in ahead on her schedule. Of course what he usually ACTUALLY did was just tell the Queen about who it was and let her decide how to handle things, and the next time they showed up to shout at him they would find General Jala looming over them very shortly. Today, however, was a different beast entirely. Half way through writing up a message to the Mayor of Turip town about the upcoming tournament preparations a woman roughly as terrifying as she was beautiful stormed up to his desk and the next thing Gin knew he was rapidly messaging the General for help. Once he'd started messaging Jala the woman (who even more terrifyingly he was pretty sure was the former-Queen Vennel of all people) seemed to calm down just a bit. What would follow would be a tense few moments of silence on Gin's part as he tried his best to continue his work while occasionally peeking up from his datapad at the woman, mentally Gin assured himself that he was doing so JUST to make sure she wasn't about to start smashing anything, he let out a breath of relief that he wasn't aware he'd been holding once a familiar figure stepped through the doorway. General Jala had arrived. "Vennel, it's a pleasure to see you back. What brings you to the palace?" Jala greeted the ex-queen in a half friendly-half formal tone, where Gin was uncertain of the woman's identity Jala was FAR more versed in the Empire's hierarchy of the past few years and Vennel's prominence in it made her easy for the General to identify. She'd had and to an extent still had quite a bit of respect for the young Queen, the first Saiyan to take the power of the Empire into their hands in a long time, her reign may have been short but perhaps it had been the catalyst for the revitalization of the Empire.
Habana Power Level: 309,704 Jala Power Level: 232,278
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Post by Vennel on May 3, 2017 22:57:09 GMT
Watching the reaction that was coaxed out of the nervous secretary amused Vennel. She may not be the Queen anymore, and hasn’t be for some time. But it seemed that she still carried some weight as people acknowledged her for her accolades. The interesting bit about that, was that meant they were willing to disregard the previous regime's propaganda due to their need for strong warriors. While she stood waiting, Vennel crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the timid, pointy-eared man before her. He tried to busy himself as if not paying attention to her might make her go away sooner. He even peaked up to look at her from time to time before glancing back down at his work, as if to play off his wandering eye as a passing glance. “ Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Her tone was gruff, as she lazily turned to look towards the door, just moments before it flew open. Her scouter had updated her in concerns to a high power that was approaching, as well her senses did. Though, due to wanting to disguise the fact she could sense energy, she wore her scouter and kept up the appearance of depending on it. Finally, not another majin.But when the figure walked through the door, Vennel’s heart skipped a beat. What followed was the spitting image of Zucceta herself, though, she was far older, her hair was slightly more unkempt, and other differences that might go unnoticed by an alien. But living in a culture like hers, she had an eye for distinction. So those differences, coupled with the fact that Zucceta would have little reason to be on Vegeta anymore, especially if Vennel's intel was correct.. Furthermore, a wave of nostalgia washed over Vennel. She knew this woman. Harkening memories of her youth. Not long after returning from her time off world as a child, she was submitted to the academy for normalization, and managed to crawl her way to the top of her class, by the time she graduated. This woman taught there, a part-time instructor. But here she was, answering her summons for the Queen. This was not Habana. She was Jala. This wasn’t a social call, though. And it seemed that Jala was taking a more light hearted tone with the her. Vennel’s response was a more stern expression. She’d asked for the Queen, and if this was the current administrations attempts to placate her, she was not going to be very pleased. “ I wish I could say the feeling were mutual. I am here for Habana, and I will not be delayed further.” Her eyes narrowed at the woman after her reply. She wasn’t going to be jerked around like a saibaman on a leash. Habana was the inheritor of the throne, and so it fell to her to restore the Empire, and Vennel was not about to see her destroy the saiyan people. There was much that had to be spoken of. And to add to the irritation she felt, she already had to deal with people recognizing her as being the queen. It was a title she wore with great shame, “ex-queen.” The way she saw it, she was the catalyst for the decline of the Empire. Had she not lost her fight against Zucceta, that woman’s mistakes could have been avoided. But instead, history played out how it did, and it left the empire wanting, on many fronts. Vennel inclined her head, and rolled it back from one shoulder to the other as she shouted out into the air between them. “ GET OUT HERE, HABANA! WHERE EVER YOU ARE!” She half expected Habana to just waltz in next, but she knew that was far from likely. No, she realized this was more or less just a very clear indicator of her impatience. It was like being stuck in tech support hell as one person transferred you steadily up the ranks of their “supervisors.” Or at least, thats how it felt to Vennel.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 3, 2017 23:27:15 GMT
Jala had not been sure exactly what to expect when Gin had indicated that Vennel was here, and her uncertainty was not improved once she confirmed that the intrudeing force was in fact the former Queen. Her initial response filled Jala with some hope that this interaction would go reasonably well enough considering she didn't quite seem outright threatening…
But the end of her statement, the claim that she would not be delayed further was enough to tell Jala that things were going to go downhill very fast, with a sigh Jala prepared to try retaining Vennels attention and finding out what it was that she actually wanted from Habana… unfortunately that was halted by Vennel seemingly losing her temper as she began shouting for Habana.
The sheer size of the palace and density of its walls made it unlikely that Habana would hear that yell but considering the power that Vennel had packed back during her ascension it was not unreasonably to believe that she was capable of getting louder and doing more to get the Queens attention.
“You DO know that if you stop acting like a child for more than a few moments and actually explain the purpose of your visit, I’ll be far more likely to actually contact her so you can have the meeting you want.” Jala stated her tone dropping its friendly pretenses and shifting into a tone more familiar to the old queen, gone was the Jala here to protect Gin, the Drill Instructor, General Jala was now addressing her.
Jala’s scouter was not picking up any discernibly relevant power from Vennel, but Jala knew that she was at least on par with super saiyan power and not unlikely to have progressed further provided she’d been at all active since her departure. But Jala had not been slouching in her training since her spine had been fixed up, and after some of her more recent visits to the medics and grudgingly accepting aid from Sam the limits that her implants had imposed on her to power them were trivial at this point and her training with Habana had since caused her power to leap forward.
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Post by Vennel on May 4, 2017 0:20:48 GMT
Her impatient display had done the trick, more or less. Jala had dropped her pretenses. Vennel wasn’t here to meet with brown nosers who let her her skate by on past and, frankly, irrelevant achievements. Jala dropped her charade at once, speaking a sone who held authority ought to, as far as Vennel saw it. But this wasn’t so much just a test, it was how she honestly felt in this given time. Lashing out verbally, because physical destruction would do more harm than good. This was just her airing out frustration in the next available manner. The fact that it revealed Jala’s nature was just an added bonus. “ Hmph- I’m here to discuss matters of state, and inquire as to what the plan of attack is regarding the latest developments off world. Xylo has made his move on Arcose, as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s all over the SNET news feeds. No doubt he is moving to attack and reclaim Beppa. I wish to congratulate the new Queen on her excellent ploy, and make a proposal.” She hadn’t wished to discuss these matters with anyone else, or in front of anyone else but the Queen, but it seemed she’d fallen into the trap of bureaucracy that had fallen upon the ministry. They too required these endless steps to gain an audience with the queen. It was a long time now, but hardly felt it, since the days that a powerful soldier or someone of import was able to gain an audience. Had things been gummed up so egregiously so soon? These were the sorts of thoughts that swirled in Vennel’s head. “ I hope that is sufficient for you? I’m not here to meet with you, or that pipsqueak at the desk.” Her arm thrust over her shoulder, thumb extended to point back at Gin at the desk. The mousy man was no doubt eavesdropping. If not, then he had exceeded the abilities of the highest caliber among wall flowers. “ You may be strong, now, Jala. More so than when I was but your student. But next time, don’t presume to throw your strength around as though it were something to be lauded. You may be a high ranking official, but I remember the days when you were crippled. Whatever you’ve done to right yourself fly in the face of what it means to be a saiyan warrior. I’ll not be relegated to meeting with a mere handmaiden of the queen. I don’t want to have to challenge her for the throne to get her out here.” The truth was, the idea of challenging the queen for her throne were the furthest from her mind. She would see what this new leader had to offer the saiyan people, before considering such an option. In all truth, Vennel hoped that the woman was just what the Empire needed, a strong leader in body and mind. But so far, things were looking further from it as things were. Time would tell, though.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 4, 2017 19:59:28 GMT
Jala relaxed just a bit as Vennel began a proper explanation, assuming Vennel was not being deceptive, something she did not particularly expect out of the very traditional Saiyan this was a very good thing. Vennel was at bare minimum at super saiyan level if not far beyond so considering her time away. If she wanted to aid the Empire again it would give them yet another powerful weapon against the Mazoku and any future enemies of the Empire.
“Quite, and if you’d given even something as basic as ‘I'm here to see Habana about the Mazoku’ you could have avoided much of this stupidity. I dont care if you weren’t here to see me. While she may not need protection I am one of the Queens personal guards and it is Gin’s job to coordinate those seeking an audience with Habana. Especially now with the war with the Mazoku and them making moves her time is important. Until you explained yourself I had just as much reason to assume you to be a potential threat as well as a potential ally.”[/font][/b] With Vennel’s last interactions with the Empire being generously described as ‘rocky’ and accurately described as ‘a clusterfuck’ Jala really hadn’t been sure what to expect of the former Queen.
“As for what I’ve done. I took the steps necessary to provide as much benefit to the Empire as possible, that it required a small sacrifice is irrelevant in the face of that. Would you let yourself waste on the sidelines during times of war, what true Saiyan warrior would decline the opportunity to return to the battlefield and once again push their limits?” Jala asked before turning on her heel away from Vennel not waiting for a response.
“Follow me, I’ll bring you to Habana.” she said starting out of the room and down the hall, she tapped her scouter a few times sending out a quick message to Habana that she was on the way with a guest.
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Post by Vennel on May 5, 2017 22:15:48 GMT
As Jala seemed to relax, and try to berate her for her actions thus far she merely crossed her arms over her chest. She was clearly nonplused about the situation as a whole and was already slightly irate that she had to dignify this whole thing with her previous response. A simple gruff snort from the proud warrior, sufficed for her reply to Jala’s words. The fact alone the general was willing to see Vennel as a potential threat showed just how weak the saiyan people had become. Seeing shadows where there were none. If she were an enemy, this conversation wouldn’t be happening. She should have been dealt with as one immediately. But that hardly mattered at this point. Jala went on further to speak about her “augmentations.” Her justification only forced a sour expression to Vennel’s face. Before Vennel could respond, Jala continued, not waiting for her to speak. She offered to lead the warrior to the Queen, and fiddling with her scouter, no doubt informing Habana of their eventual arrival. Making her way out of the room, following after Jala, Vennel trekked down the hall. With the otherwise quiet nature of their walk, Vennel decided to give her two bits concerning Jala’s predicament. “ Saiyans depend on a challenge, in order to improve themselves. What challenge is there, if the risk in every battle can just be negated by getting a few mechanical augmentations? What you do devalues the struggle we saiyans ought to hold for ourselves. If we do not, we stagnate and perish. There are other ways to serve the Empire than battle.” Her tone was less aggressive than before. The sort of short sightedness that came with taking a terrible wound and seeking to right that wrong, meant they learned nothing from their experience. So eager to make the same mistake again. The empire was not run on purely it’s warriors. Sure, it was a glorious profession, but it was not the only one. But after saying her part, she would again be silent. She made her point, she felt, and as succinctly as she could. If Jala still didn’t understand the error of her ways, then there was no helping her, and it would be a sign of the times the Empire was in. As if being in the shallow end of a pool, no risk or challenge. Just fabricated ones like how the Mazoku were a huge threat- when only Xylo himself posed the true challenge. It sickened Vennel to think things ran this deep, and she’d what whatever she could in order to curb this reckless behavior. Hopefully meeting Habana would set her mind at ease.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 9, 2017 21:31:23 GMT
“It’s very easy to judge from an outside perspective. I wonder how readily you would maintain such a position after twenty years of being sidelined and only being able to provide a fraction of what you are capable of providing for the Empire. I don't imagine either of us will do much to change the other's perspective though so perhaps it's best we leave it at that.” Jala said with a shrug, she’d dealt with a few others who were, to put it nicely, ‘uncomfortable’ with her augmentations. Truth be told she probably would have been such a person in her youth. If not for the necessity of it, she would almost certainly never accepted having such an augmentation done even with the benefits it provided outside of returning her to fighting shape.
Further into the palace an aggravated Habana quickly pulled her royal armor on, not more than a few minutes ago she had finally tossed her combat armor off to the side after a brief training session in the gravity chamber to work off a bit of the frustration over the news that Xylo and his Empire had taken Arcose. She’d intended to flop down on her bed for as long as she could until Gin ultimately gave her the heads up about something that required her attention specifically.
Then a rapid series of messages came through from Jala indicating that she had an important visitor, initially Habana had been confused as to who it could be that would be so important that didn’t have her personal number but also was someone that Jala would not handle herself or seek Shemha out to deal with while she caught some sleep.
The name she’d gotten had, of course, explained it all quite nicely. Vennel. The brief messages indicated that at least presently she appeared to be here to aid them against the Mazoku though to Habana’s surprise she could not feel any discernible powerful signature from the former Queen.
Using Jala as a marker for their position, however, told Habana that they were quickly approaching and now that she was properly dressed it was probably best to just head out to meet up with the duo rather than try to have any sort of serious discussion with Vennel in her quarters. Habana briefly let her gaze linger on the GPW Championship debating if she should wear it. Not exactly knowing the former Queens temperament outside of the furious descriptions she’d gotten out of Zucceta she decided it best to leave it for now.
Rolling her shoulders Habana stepped out of her chambers and down several halls until finally she made her last turn arriving in the same hall that Jala and Vennel were walking down, neither looking particularly pleased. Habana wasn’t quite sure what she’d expected out of Vennel, she had a commanding and powerful aura about her, she hadn’t changed much from what images existed of the former Queen prior to her vanishing act, she was still every bit the ideal image if a female saiyan equal parts beautiful and dangerous.
“If I’d known I was having company I’d have had the kitchens whip up something big. Welcome back to the Empire Vennel, Jala’s message told me you’re here about the Mazoku.” Habana said curious about the ‘proposal’ that Jala’s message had said Vennel was here to make.
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Post by Vennel on May 10, 2017 2:23:17 GMT
Snorting with dissatisfaction, Vennel resumed her march, eyes forward and expression as stern as ever. All she heard from Jala were things she likely told herself to rationalize what she’d done. The young woman couldn’t fathom where the aged warrior was coming from. But the one thing they could both agree on, was that this conversation would change either’s perspective, so it was best to drop it. What she wanted to focus on now, was her meeting with Habana.
Walking down countless halls, or so it felt, eventually the woman found herself face to face with Habana. The woman rounded the corner at the other end of the hall, a quick once-over from Vennel as she sized the woman up, feeling the power coming from her. She was stronger, by a good margin too. At least that could be said. Her hair betrayed her less-than-pure blood. And her words, those betrayed the sort of pandering that must come second nature to the woman. This alone made the woman cringe slightly. She honestly did make an effort to restrain herself, but it was poorly executed.
As she was addressed, Vennel extended the courtesy of performing the Imperial salute and bow in the presence of the current monarch. She may be brash, but she could at least acknowledge who wore the pants on Vegeta. After holding it for a moment, she relaxed, standing up with the posture one would expect from a person as proud as she.
“Indeed. As i’m sure you’re aware, the Dominion have taken control of the Arcosian Empire. Well, apart from Beppa, thanks to your foresight. Which is why I thought I should meet with you. You seem to possess a military prowess, to have foreseen what the Dominion would do next. And I believe that to be a matter worthy of my respect.”
Vennel turned her head, to make sure that the three of them were alone, without foot traffic from the rest of the hands employed to keep the palace- and the empire, running. Satisfied that they were relatively alone, she decided she’d continue on.
“With your work in obtaining Beppa, I think I can provide you with a means that will allow the Empire to capture the entire Arcosian Sector, with minimal devotion of forces, and render the Mazoku Dominion too broken to put up much of a fight. I’m not sure if you’d prefer to discuss these sorts of things in the middle of a hallway, but if you wish, I could elaborate right here and now.”
Her arm perched itself on her on her hip as she anticipated the Queen’s response. She had essentially given her the claim that she could effectively end the war,it was up to the Queen whether she’d take Vennel’s claims to heart, or dismiss them. Each was just as likely as the last, and to be honest, Vennel cared very little about that fact. She was intent on executing her plans either way, she was merely coming to Habana to get proper sanctions and resources for leading such an attack.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 10, 2017 4:03:42 GMT
Habana watched Vennel curiously as she spoke up catching the woman's attention she seemed… tense, perhaps it was whatever she had been talking to Jala about but even a reasonably friendly remark from Habana didn’t appear to do much to improve her mood instead she simply struck a formal salute before dipping into a bow.
“Yeah the reports came in not long ago, I’ve been debating the best way to handle Xylo finally deciding to do something worth responding to.” Habana said with a shrug, it appeared though that Vennel had attributed her capture of Beppa to her expecting this. In truth she hadn’t directly expected the capture of Arcose, Beppa WAS a direct response to her interest in ensuring there would be fewer and fewer world's willing to stand with the Namekian so it wasn’t entirely inaccurate.
Habana raised an eyebrow at Vennel’s claim that she had some plan to seize the AE and break the Mazoku. THAT was an interesting prospect, and at the very least it was something worth listening to, with a bit of tweaking it could even further Habana’s own plans for the Mazoku. Xylo was likely to garner far more favor with the Arcosians than Habana ever could simply because of the history between the AE and SSE, taking the AE from him would likely push some or most of its forces to his side maintain the perception of the Mazoku as a threat.
“The War Room is probably better for this, there isn't much risk as long as we’re in the palace. I’m familiar enough with the powers that are supposed to be here to pick out unfamiliar ones but if your plan is as good as you claim its better to be safe” Habana said giving a nod to Jala that let the older woman know she could head off. With that Habana would turn on her heel and start back down the hall.
“So what have you been up, a lot of people thought you’d died since you’ve been under the radar for so long… well, I suppose that actually is possible all things considered” Habana asked realizing after she’d said it that with what she knew Vennel very much COULD have died and spent some time training in the afterlife.
It was not a particularly long walk to the War Room, the metal doors sweeping open with a quiet ‘swoosh’ at Habana’s presence. Once inside Habana would tap the long table in the middle of the room bringing up a holographic model of the Saiyan and Mazoku Empire’s main worlds, now with the SSE sporting Beppa and the Mazoku sporting the entirety of the AE.
“So what do you have for me? I figure Xylo’s not the type to sit around even after a capture as big as Arcose, so either he’s going to start trying to rake in the other AE worlds, or if he’s actually managed to pull what amounts to a leader of the AE to his side, he’ll probably be coming for Beppa”
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Post by Vennel on May 10, 2017 7:51:53 GMT
Habana’s words considering her thoughts on how to respond to Xylo’s actions, Vennel returned with a curt nod. Indeed, before this play, Vennel was thinking it would be best to do some prodding and rouse him to action. But her ploy in capturing Beppa had done the trick, forcing them to move first to take the Arcosian Empire into their fold, while also creating a buffer zone of sorts. Whats more, Vennel took note of the apparent interest that Habana took in her claim of a solution to the Mazoku “problem.” She could see it in her queen’s eyes as she spoke, that Habana was at least listening to what she had to say. She offered they move their conversation to the War Room, a decision she heartily thought was the best decision thus far.
“Very well, lead the way, your majesty.”
It stung a bit, saying that out loud. It was a title she once wore, and her pride alone made it feel as though that sentence alone was some sort of verbal submission- an idea that didn’t sit well with the prideful woman. With a nod from Habana, Jala was dismissed, and Vennel was able to resume walking the halls of the palace behind the queen.
As they walked, Vennel was asked about her time spent since disappearing from the public eye. In fact, it seemed even the new queen was of the opinion Vennel had died, or at least could have. Shaking her head, Vennel replied flatly, opting to not mention the fact the reason she disappeared in the first place, was the fact that Zucceta had spared her. Bringing that up just would have driven her into a long winded rant.
“Saying I was dead could have well been a fine summary. The short of it is, I had no right to continue fighting after the defeat I suffered, so I gave up on it for a time. I traveled to Konats and in order to pay the bills, I did some mercenary work. Then after learning about the Mazoku Dominion from one of my employers, and after completing my contract, I decided to return.”
She didn’t feel the need to extrapolate or expound for hours about every detail about her absence. Brevity was the mark of wit, as they say. And whats more, Habana didn’t need to know about personal struggles of her own, she was doing more of that small talk thing that Alaistair was quite fond of. She never could really get why it was so prevalent, it was the verbal equivalent of a saiyan child chasing his own tail.
After the short walk and talk, they came to a pair of large metal doors, that opened in response to the half-breed queen’s presence. Entering in, Vennel looked around at the room. It had a large table that ran the length of it in the middle, which Habana quickly tapped, illuminating the current war map as it stood now. All in all, the room was just large enough for maybe two handfuls of people to gather in. It didn’t have to be big, there weren’t that many people that would have to convene here to meet at the palace, of all places.
Habana then broke the silence, getting straight to the point, which was something Vennel appreciated. It was nice to see for once.
“You’re very right about that. Beppa is the logical next move he would take. Which is why I say we let him have it. At most dispatch some sort of small force. Something to let him and his forces get excited about a victory over. But Beppa will be ours once more in due time.”
Stepping closer towards the hologram projection, Vennel reached out her arm and dragged three fingers through the motion sensitive display, originating from the magenta hued marble they called home. She dragged her fingers through “space,” toward Arcose, Brenchian Gemini, and Yardrat.
“My plan involves orchestrating a three pronged assault. From everything I’ve gathered, Xylo is a man of swift and decisive action. But he took so incredibly long to actually move against the Empire, which tells me a few things. His forces are so disorganized it took too long to be marshaled and ready for war, they are mostly weak and needed the extra time to prepare, and that he was hoping the Empire would make the first move. That, or he’s shit at leading and he only just barely managed to get enough people on board to make a move.”
She resumed her attention at Habana, only looking at the display to just indicate something she was referring to for visual reference’s sake.
“I had suspected he’d go for the Arcosian Empire if he felt his forces weren’t enough, as they have lasting resentments towards us and wouldn’t take much convincing to get a chance at revenge. And sure enough he has. Given my assumptions, providing I’m not grossly misinformed, this means that the more we can split his attention up the more likely we’ll be met with success. If you would allow me to marshal some soldiers, I will launch an attack on these three worlds. While Xylo is most likely preparing to try and take Beppa, he’ll find that his over extension is going to bite him in the ass.”
Crossing her arms she would close her eyes. What she had to do next, was akin to her as groveling. She had to mentally prepare herself so as to not let her temper get the better of herself.
“If you give me a command, I will return with these worlds. I have specific soldiers in mind as well, for who will be best suited for the job. Kaza, a majin whom I met on Konats, and helped convince me to return to Imperial space, a grunt warrior by the name of Purika, and lastly, this one I’m not too familiar with.”
Bending over, she put her hand at about three and a half feet off the ground.
“A young, very weak saiyan boy- only has a power level of about twenty, about this high, has a father who is capable of the ascended state. I need his father. I’m not sure what his name is, but the father didn’t dress in military attire, he was retired, though his son wore armor that bore the Imperial Crest, much like mine does. Don’t suppose that rings a bell?”
It was a long shot, but all in all, she’d put about as much as she could out into the air, and now would have to wait and see what Habana had to say in response. She was prepared fully to be told no, and that she’d be denied access to marshaling multiple specific soldiers. But she was banking on the layers of benefits that surrounded this deal. Namely, Habana had everything to gain from this. If Vennel succeeded, she was a brilliant and capable leader. If she failed, then there was one last perceived enemy to the Empire, as that seemed to be the sort of suspicion that Vennel had been under since returning. It was a win-win. She’d still have a back up plan though, as she could always call on Alaistair and Plato, calling in the favor they collectively owed her. But that was something she had in her pocket if she needed it, not something that needed to be shared. And in all honesty, she didn’t much want to work with them again so soon if she could help it.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 10, 2017 8:24:41 GMT
Habana raised an eyebrow at Vennel’s story, it did make a certain amount of sense that Konats of all places would be where the former Queen would end up, it was such an out of the way planet that it usually ended up out of mind, it had avoided being nabbed up by both the Arcosian and Saiyan empires for as long as it had been around and what little Habana did know about it was that it had gone through several power shifts in the past year but had recently settled for the moment under the rule of a powerful leader.
With any luck Vennel could fill in some of the details on the status of Konats down the road, for now though Habana kept silent paying close attention as she explained her plan at length. The first part was something Habana was most definitely NOT fond of, simply letting the Mazoku take Beppa was definitely not high on her to-do list. She didn't mind the concept of losing, it was the concept of CHOOSING to lose that bothered her.
But Vennel’s plan thankfully did not just end with that, it involved punishing the inevitable attack by sending multiple other attacks on the AE, capturing the other newly claimed world’s of the Mazoku. Vennels sizing up of the Mazoku was roughly what Habana assumed to be the case, when Xylo hadn’t made any big moves after taking Raiti it had to mean he was working to try and get what he already had up to some level of quality.
But the Empire already had quality warriors, and had them in abundance, warriors who had only grown stronger under the ‘threat’ of the Mazoku. And by Vennel’s description this plan would simply shove the Mazoku back into a corner, back to Namek and Raiti. What forces survived the encounters in Arcosian space would likely also be fueled to fight harder and pose a more credibly threat.
Vennel’s request for a squad to aid her plan and that she already had the names for them would make things much easier, she recognized the name Kaza, the Majin from the spy debacle, she was more than powerful enough to get a job like this done, Purika was a vaguely familiar name, if she recalled properly Gin had indicated he’d been trying to get a meeting with her for a while but claiming Beppa and all her other work had kept her a bit too busy.
If he was anywhere near the blue majin then that made sense as well. The one however was an odd one, it didn’t take long for Habana to figure out who Vennel was describing and it baffled her mind up until she clarified that she was seeking the aid of his father. “His name is Capper he's a technician of sorts, mostly non-combat, hes apart of a surprisingly large family, the Hofferson’s. The father’s name is Collard, and presuming that Purika is up to par with the other two it sounds like a squad that should be quite capable of handling your plan. ”
“Though while I like the bulk of your plan, I’m not overly fond of the idea of letting Beppa go. Not protecting it’s worlds was, aside from general weakness in its leadership, one of the first failing points of the Arcosians, Kanassa of all places seceded from them because they perceived the AE as incapable and unwilling to aid them. I don’t want the Empire to be seen to be developing the same weaknesses that killed the AE” Habana said, sure the AE was likely not TECHNICALLY dead, but it would soon either truly be so or be a puppet of the Mazoku, and if Vennel’s plan succeeded it would simply become a part of the SSE.
“I’ll need to see what sort of attack Xylo mounts when he finally does so, perhaps he’ll be enough of a fool to think he can get away with throwing his weaker soldiers at Beppa, I have a few warriors on the middling range that could use some proper experience and a chance to grow stronger. If he sends anything bigger I imagine Shemha wouldn't mind an opportunity to cut loose” Habana grinned at the idea, giving Shem a chance to smack around the Mazoku would likely be something she’d quite enjoy and potentially lead to another burst of power for her if any reasonably strong Mazoku popped up.
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Post by Vennel on May 10, 2017 8:55:46 GMT
As Vennel spoke, Habana seemed to take the opportunity to soak it all in. Her eyes paying close attention to Vennel as she went about explaining her plan in rather broad strokes. She hadn’t worried much about the nitty gritty details, such as whom would go where, what their overall purpose was, contingencies and the like. This was all meant to be handled by Vennel if she got the position, or if Habana decided to deny her the privilege and put the same plan into action.
When the Queen finally responded, she first responded to Vennel’s inquiry about the boy and his father. Apparently, they were part of a rather large one at that. They even had a surname to boot, not a common practice among saiyans. Capper and Collard, those were the two names she was given. Nodding, she appreciated the elucidation on the matter of the two in question. And even more so, Vennel was pleased to hear that the queen had approved of her choices for the mission.
However, then came the “but.” The part where there were objections. Though, surprisingly, they were more concerning the means by which they handled Beppa’s security. Vennel intended it to be a feint, as she assumed Habana had meant to, but she had some sort of attachment to it. Instead, she feared that the feint would be perceived weakness politically speaking, and the woman could understand to a certain degree. But it would only be seen by most as such, if Vennel’s plan also failed. After all, it would be a simple matter to reclaim Beppa once the rest of the Arcosian worlds were under the control of the Empire. But she figured it best not to argue the point. She’d learned that her people seldom changed their view points on something once they were set. So there’d be no reasoning on the subject.
“Of course. But bear in mind, I aim to strike in a little under two weeks. This would give me enough time to meet with the prospective individuals who I need for this job, and also to make last minute preparations. Feel free to send whatever forces you wish to reinforce Beppa.
“And as I’m sure you realize, aggressive capture will not sit well with most in the Arcosian worlds. Some will bend the knee, sure, but this should drive any resisting forces into the Dominion’s side lines. And by forcing them to defend what worlds they have now, and seek aid else where, it should allow for better concentration of their forces and provide a stronger, more unified front. We also shouldn’t have to worry about Konats joining the Dominion, or even if they do, we’re more than a match for whatever forces they can bring to bare. Oh, and before I forget, as much as I detest Dirt, I must congratulate you on making sure they are not an ally of the Dominion’s. A cunning plan, if I might say so myself.”
Her comments about Dirt were ones that, even as she said them, caused her face to contort with displeasure. Turning to face the hologram, she hoped to hide her reaction concerning it, not yet knowing the full extent of which Habana felt about the little blue ball.
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Post by Queen Habana on May 10, 2017 20:11:57 GMT
“That sounds reasonable, I think we can blend a successful defense of Beppa with your aggressive capture of the Arcosian worlds, it might even serve to further destabilize Xylo’s Empire, if he successfully takes Beppa it is still something positive he can use to keep himself on a roll even if we do just take it back once your plan is either complete or underway.”
“Though with any luck it won't do too thorough a job of knocking back Xylo, he’s actually done quite a bit of good for the Empire in his attempt to seize a portion of the galaxy for himself and set himself up as an enemy of the Empire” Habana said with an amused grin, really it could not have gone any better for her that Xylo had a strange active disdain for the Empire to such a degree that he would so willingly throw himself into direct competition with it, even going so far as to be the one to declare war.
“But if he’s going to try taking my world's then he’s likely served as much use as he’s going to provide. The tournament and bringing the Arcosian worlds under control should do enough to keep the Empire on its roll in terms of power growth.” It was interesting that Vennel brought up Konats claiming it to be a non-threat as it was unlikely to act against them, Habana hadn’t exactly thought much of Konats playing a role in all of this before as the planet had remained staunchly neutral for the most part.
Habana’s lips quirked into a grin and for a moment she held back a laugh at the name Vennel had given Earth but after a few moments it was too much and she allowed a brief laugh “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone refer to it by that name before” Habana said pausing briefly as she briefly noted a look of displeasure lingering on Vennels face before she hid it behind one of the projections. “I suppose you aren’t a big fan of Earth then? I can’t say I care much for the world in general either, I mostly find myself fond of a few individuals” the Premier Vi-Poi was… definitely odd but considering he had taken control like a Saiyan ruler would she hoped he would be a good change of pace for the world, she still very much wanted a chance to fight the former Guardian, for a long time Bing had been one of her goalposts, a target to surpass. Then, of course, there was Maeve, the current Guardian was perhaps the Earthling Habana was most fond of and perhaps the main worry Habana had if ever the Earth and SSE were to face each other again.
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Post by Shemha on May 13, 2017 3:14:40 GMT
| Last Stop |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543 SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,538,145/5,748,317 |
GAIN BONUSES: None | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN (x15/x19) |
In the Commander’s quarters of the palace, Shemha monitored the various military channels of the Empire. From across the stars reports came in ranging from travel plans to the mobilization of ground forces. Although all incoming traffic was under constant watch by a trained staff, she had full access to any and all information if she desired it.
As her eyes darted across the screen, various reports and numbers flowing, a window popped up over the rest. Marked urgent the Majin didn’t hesitate to listen in. Static made some parts hard to understand, the signal clearly broadcast from some field position, but enough of it was clear to make the Commander’s eyes widen slightly.
”Vegeta….this is field command post 3427 stationed just out side of…. on planet Beppa” The exact name of the location lost, but she saw the signal already being traced back. They would have the coordinates soon.
”Our forces are being pushed back. The arrival of a sudden ship loaded with Namekians and their allies have joined the Acrosian forces. Requesting assistance as a number of signatures far surpass those of our warriors in the field, one over five million. I repeat, requesting assistance in light of unexpected reinforcement from an unknown Namekian force. Probability is high they are Mazuko forces. Stand by to confirm.”
Over five million? She recalled the strength of Xylo when she crossed paths him before her departure from Namek. It was the strongest Namekian signature she had encountered and one not easily forgotten. It was unlikely that it was any other than the Lord himself. Scooping up her scouter, she patched the device into the rest of the report as she rose from her chair and headed for the door.
Maintaining her compose she glided down the hallways of the palace with long strides, taller than most of her Saiyan counterparts. Senses outstretched, she found Habana…as well as Vennel already in the war room. Silently she questioned their presence, but figured it convenient at least that they were together. Unsure if she trusted Vennel yet, the elite exhibited a strong desire to take on Xylo, wanting to “crush him” as she put it. This might very well be her chance.
A few minutes later the guards stationed outside the strategy shifted aside to make way for the Majin and with a gentle shove the doors swung open. With a curt nod to Vennel, Shemha cut right to it.
”Pardon my interruption Habana, but the Mazuko Dominion has landed on Beppa.”
TAGS: OOC NOTES: Kept it short.
Techniques used: KP 3/3
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