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Post by Koshu on May 18, 2017 0:57:15 GMT
"…Koshu?" Paisu's aging eyes narrowed like draining water as he gazed across the bleak beppan landscape, "By the volcanoes— It's Koshu."
Sure enough, a spec of flickering shadow darted across the wilderness in quick bounds, growing slightly larger with every leap. Soon, Koshu's distinctive ponytail silhouetted into visibility. "Go get Eppe," the aging saiyan turned around; the two other sayians standing behind him hadn't moved quickly enough. "Go on, quickly!"Within moments, Koshu's boots hit the ground roughly near the base of the Beppan mountain that the saiyans have lived in for centuries. As he skid to a stop, clouds of dust plumed to life around his feet. The saiyan's mind was racing, and his body was struggling to carry him, like a sail with a pinhole poked in its center. But nonetheless, the dark skinned saiyan crouched slightly, before bursting upwards towards the summit of the mountain in an explosive leap. By the time Koshu's feet touched ground on the flat cliffside outside of the mountain, a small crowd already gathered to greet him. Eppe, a short, wide eyed thirteen year old, stood at the head of the group. The boy was visibly holding back tears. "Koshu—" Eppe didn't know how to speak, but the elder saiyan didn't need to hear anything. Koshu walked over to the child, putting a hand on the boy's messy forehead and ruffling it with affection. It was thick, black knotty hair, typical of the Beppan Saiyans. "Comrade," Paisu interjected gravely, "Eppe has told us… He's been speaking nonsense ever since your disappearance." Paisu looked up to lock eyes with Koshu but found himself to only receive a statue's stare in return. "Is there… Is there any truth to these surrealisms?""Follow me inside," the three-days-lost saiyan grunted. With a scratch of his fresh stubble, Koshu trudged through the parted crowd, entering the cavern immediately behind them without eye contact, or so much as a word with any of them. He wasn't angry: just determined. "It does not matter who is on the planet," Paisu's eyebrows narrowed with frustration, "There is no reason to put our people at risk by moving out into the open like that!""The time is now," Koshu grunted back, a crowd beginning to part around the two elders and close friends as they discussed the issue, "There is an empire of saiyans pushing the arcosian forces off of the planet. The time for retaliation is now." Koshu turned now to the people. "We have a unique opportunity— We won't get another chance to reclaim Beppa.""Koshu, the risk—" "Risk is what the saiyan species thrives on. Imagine what level we could elevate to, the full throttle pushed to its limit. Our people from the empire would support us—" "Enough with the Empire talk!" Shot back Paisu, growing frustrated at the fact that he didn't understand, "We can obtain our own full throttle with our own people, there is no need for all these outsiders and empires—"Koshu argued in a level tone. "Beppa belongs to us. This chance won't come again—" "Stop acting like a child!"
After Paisu's words, the murmuring crowd went dead silent. Koshu's eyes flashed a hint of vicious anger, and a few saiyans standing nearby might've even taken a step back in unnervement. But his expression soon softened to disappointment, and then curled back in distaste. "You don't speak for the people. You're a coward."Paisu's mouth opened, as if to retaliate against his closest comrade, and then quivered shut. He looked at Koshu with the disgust of a friend betrayed. He turned away with disgust, spitting on the cold floor of the cave. "Go, lead your men then." His lip twitched, "Go, get us all killed."
Koshu stood up straight, the short fifty year old saiyan looking around expressionlessly at the scarred warriors in the cavern, as if impartially determining which of them would follow him. "You have your honor, Paisu."With that, Koshu turned towards the mouth of the cave and paced outwards, the quiet click of his boots soon echoing into a symphony as his people joined alongside him.
As Koshu bandaged up his arms and pulled on his boots, he felt a familiar gaze from over his shoulder. "Eppe, are you coming on the crusade?" The elder saiyan looked at the child with a warm grin. After experiencing his first contact with the Empire alongside the child, he felt a strange bond with the boy. He was bound to the young saiyan now. Koshu ruffled Eppe's hair again affectionately. "Yep—" Eppe grinned. He wasn't a boy of many words, but he was rich in spirit. "Let's kick their faces in.""We don't want to do anything unnecessary," Koshu chided the child, "This is about the pride of the Volcano's children. We won't dilute it with bloodlust." Eppe nodded, eyes wide and determined. Koshu chuckled quietly at how seriously the boy hung upon his words. "But that doesn't mean we can't have any fun." "Yep!" Eppe grinned again, more mischievously now. Just then, a quiet gait clicked in the ears of the two saiyans. Eppe turned around and inhaled slightly, biting his tongue. He didn't want to say anything he shouldn't. Koshu turned around to face his old friend. "Koshu... listen—" "Paisu—" Koshu's eyes softened, immediately locking with Paisu's "You can still join us. We hold only love for you."
The slightly older saiyan paused for a moment. Koshu knew why he was here. Paisu sighed with defeat. "Well," Paisu conceded, "If you're all going to throw yourself into death, I might as well join you. Don't see any point in living without my brothers." Koshu immediately burst into a grin, his knuckles tingling with excitement. "Besides… I could use some excitement."
Preparations for the assault were almost complete. Across the mountaintop, Beppan Saiyans pulled on jumpsuits and gloves, gearing up for war. Some fitted themselves with lightly weighted clothes, to increase the strength of their full throttle after the battle was said and done. If the battle was said and done. Eppe sat upon Koshu's shoulders as he made final preparations, speaking to some of the village elders about the plan of attack. They would leap right from the mountains, getting as much air travel as possible before surrounding the Dore Outpost on the ground. A quick overwhelming assault would pull the outpost into their control and they would convert its resources into a Beppan Saiyan stronghold. Once they had the outpost held down, it would only be a matter of time before they could take the Arena and the council: if they held the outpost, they held the resources. "You ready to go?" Koshu set Eppe down from his shoulders and pulled his head to the side, eliciting a sharp crack. "Dohmay!" The boy replied, a Beppan saiyan word that meant "fight!" Koshu chuckled. "Paisu will be meeting us on the field. Let's head out." All around them, Beppan Saiyans had already begun catapulting off the mountain, leaping as far as they could through the air, unable to travel by flight. "They won't know what hit them. And the Saiyan Empire will be behind us." Koshu spit, his saliva sizzling as it hit the hot ground. "And if they aren't… Fuck 'em. We'll build our own empire."
Less than an hour later, the saiyans had passed nearly one hundred miles across the hot Beppan planes. They were tired of living in silence. Most arcosian forces had no idea of their existence. Nobody would see an assault like this coming, especially not from Beppa's own people. Koshu, Paisu, and an elder named Papri stood outside of the front gates of the palace, their guerrilla forces gathered nearby, hiding in the craggy hills. "I'll see you on the other side of the Volcano," Paisu joked, turning to see a rather serious expression from Papri. "It's now or never." Koshu grunted gravely. For a moment, their was a pregnant pause of hesitation. And then— "DOOOOOOHMAY!" Papri shouted the war cry in a booming baritone. In an instant, Beppan saiyan forces sprung from seemingly thin air, leaping all at once. Some surmounted the walls of the outposts, while other simply landed right beside the perimeter. Koshu himself reeled back a kick before unleashing a mighty blow at the main gate, sending it's hefty metal blasting inwards like a thousand pound elephant. Immediately, panic broke out through the outpost. Beppans were eager to fight, despite not knowing any of the circumstances. But the saiyan forces were fast, and they had the element of surprise. Within moments, the feral saiyans had deposited themselves in strategic positions across the outpost. Night was falling by the minute, and soon they would be shrouded in darkness, giving further strength to their tactics of stealth. Papri's men were widely outnumbered, but they knew how to fight for their damn lives. While it was the main squadron's task to secure the perimeter of the outpost, it was Koshu and Paisu's job to rush the center, overwhelming the main defense. And so, the two aging dark skinned saiyans sprinted across the main floor of the outpost, notable in their complete and utter disregard for stealth. Paisu was one of the most skilled fighters in the Beppan Saiyan commune. And Koshu… Koshu knew the Empire. Shouts and fires broke out across the outpost as forces clashed, and the gates flooded with fleeing civilians. If all went well, this would be over quickly and painlessly. Koshu and the Beppan Saiyans are attempting to wrestle control over Dore Outpost, reinventing it into a Beppan Saiyan Stronghold! Koshu PL: 31,556 - [LW] Paisu PL: 50,000
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Post by Pin on May 20, 2017 3:52:13 GMT
The Pixie Blue rocketed across the sky over the Beppan landscape. Pin had never bothered to visit, but he found the world somewhat underwhelming. He'd never been particularly impressed by volcanoes, in the same way he wasn't impressed by people with something to prove. All sound and fury, ruining things around them for no good reason until they just run out of steam and go dormant. It was rare that a volcano really accomplished anything.
At first, Pin wasn't quite sure what to look out for. Everything below looked pretty much the same to him, even the occasional settlement or outpost. Still, reviewing his orders from Habana he had a feeling he'd know it when he saw it. He just couldn't figure out WHY this would be happening. Hadn't this planet been annexed by the Empire already? Why were there reportedly rebel forces attacking and occupying an outpost? Someone was either very brave, very stupid, or out of their minds. Pin wasn't sure which one he hoped for the most.
When he passed over the Dore Outpost - what with the fires and battles happening below - he knew he was in the right place. He circled the Pixie around and put her in hover mode just over the Outpost's center. He picked up on two power signatures that far exceeded the rest. It was likely that one of them called the shots. Pin opened the Pixie's airlock and stepped out, letting gravity take him most of the way to the ground, where he kicked on his thrusters to slow his descent before finally landing.
Pin lowered himself down directly in front of the two dark-skinned Saiyan warriors Koshu and Paisu (though he didn't know their names), his cape billowing behind him in the crimson red of the empire. He folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head ever so slightly to one side. Looking at Paisu, he held out one hand in a 'hold up a minute' motion.
"I'm assuming you're the one calling the shots here. Before I declare this attack an act of treason, do you know that you're attacking an Imperial outpost?"
He then looked to Koshu, letting out a little laugh.
"Heh, I wanted to come in guns blazing but the Queen told me this guy," he gestured towards Paisu, "Might be a little crazy and not know what the hell he's doing." ______________________________________________________________ The Imperial Envoy has arrived!
PL 122,154 - Effective PL 1,099,386
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Post by Koshu on May 20, 2017 4:39:07 GMT
Around the perimeter of the fortress-outpost, the walls were being quickly secured by saiyan guerrillas. The area surrounding Beppa's crux was surprisingly underdefended. But inside, things were much different. The passive crowds of Beppans traveling across the main floor had abruptly ignited into a furious panic, destroying anything and everything that could be perceived as a source of the sudden discord; Each Beppan was biding for his own chance at glory.
While Koshu and Paisu's original sprint to the center of the massive outpost started out quickly, they were soon dragged slower and slower by the growing barricade of Beppans and offworlders. As Paisu effortlessly darted through the crowd, avoiding unnecessary conflict, Koshu was far less agile, and got caught in the mesh wiring of opposing forces.
Narrowly avoiding a jab from the side, Koshu was intercepted perpendicularly with a trunk of a green arm swiping across his midsection, clotheshangering him and dunking him onto the hot soil. Typical Beppans. Immediately, Koshu rolled to the side, brushing off his dust and returning with a jolting pivot and a smash to the Beppan's inner torso, crippling him into a ball.
Paisu pushed back through the crowd, meeting back up with his ally, but it seemed they were surrounded. A rain of fists pelted between the two saiyans, forcing them back to back as they absorbed merciless blow after blow. Finally, Paisu managed to duck and roll down under, tripping a massive mountain of a Beppan and causing him to stumble a path through the rabble. Koshu took his chance and locked his arms around Paisu's waist before leaping high into the air and ricocheting off a wall to an area unpopulated by thugs.
"Fuck—" Koshu keened in a grunt as he landed, spitting out blood, "They're not giving up."
"They just want something to fight," Paisu heaved back, wiping his forehead from the Beppan heat, "It'll be easy enough to lose them once we make it to the center. They have no idea what the hell is going on." His typically formal mannerisms were chipping off in the heat of battle.
Exchanging nods, the saiyans bolted off into the air. But when began to descend between jumps to land, they found a crowd of Beppans waiting for them.
Snatched out of the sky by large a massive green palm, Koshu was pelted at the ground, smashing his back; Somehow he still managed to roll with the momentum onto to his feet. Paisu had been more lucky, or perhaps more skilled, kicking off the shoulder of one of the Beppans and skidding to a stop outside of the crowd's reach.
But just then, the elder saiyan's trained eyes locked onto a ship hovering above the outpost. For a moment, the entire mob paused to examine the shuttle. Just as three men leapt towards Paisu, a man stepped out of the ship's airlock and dropped to the ground, slowing his descent monetarily as he fell.
In their distraction, Koshu managed to pull off a effortless leg sweep and knock out to one of the burly Beppans, but before the others could strike back, it seemed they fell in attention to this strange visitor as he held up a hand to indicate a pause of the battle. Who was this silhouette, who had the power to stop a riot?
For the first time, Koshu fully examined the strange man. He seemed to be wearing a very well crafted battle suit. Judging by the thrusters in the legs, it had to be far more sophisticated than technology that had ever fallen to the Beppan marketplace. The visor seemed to be especially well designed: Paisu examined it's creases, looking for the man underneath.
The android looked back at Paisu, and addressed him directly in the name of an empire. Was this an old defender of the arcosian empire?
Trying to reason with Koshu, the armored man mentioned the word queen, and immediately triggered a response in Koshu's mannerisms. "Habana sent you then?" Koshu spoke roughly and quickly, not wanting to lose the momentum of the strike, but not underestimating the massive roadblock which just planted itself in their path.
"Arcosians and 'Empire Saiyans,'" spat Paisu with a piercing glare, "Who can tell the damn difference. Are you with us or against us?"
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Post by Pin on May 20, 2017 5:56:10 GMT
Pin scowled behind his helmet. Usually a dramatic descent and flying the colors of the Solar Saiyan Empire was enough to communicate exactly who he worked for, but this time it appeared it would take more than just appearances. At least the weaker of the two warriors seemed to catch on to who'd sent him, though Pin wasn't in love with the Beppan's tone.
"You'll do well to refer to Queen Habana as 'Her Majesty', grunt. Naming her so casually won't win you any friends." Pin said to Koshu, though he was quickly interrupted by Paisu.
The Beppan warrior had compared the SSE to the Arcosian Empire. He'd gone as far as to call them basically indistinguishable, and followed it with something of a mild ultimatum. Pin...Pin didn't like this guy. He wondered how much leeway he'd have to give before Habana was okay with his death.
"Whether or not I'm with you," Pin said to Paisu, "Depends entirely on you. Do you mean to stand against the Solar Saiyan Empire, or are you perhaps just confused and lashing out against something you don't understand? The latter will get you a pat on the head and a ride home in my fancy ship. The former..."
Pin rested his hand casually on his hip, just above where his pistol was holstered.
"The former gets you a hole in the head and a traitor's burial. Your choice."
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Post by Koshu on May 20, 2017 17:24:24 GMT
Koshu nearly groaned aloud: he was normally a patient man, but the rush of battle pumped his blood thin. And this saiyan operative was talking to him and Paisu like they were children.
"I've talked to the queen already," rasped Koshu quickly, "We are the native saiyans of Beppa, the origin of your half of the saiyan race." The idea that they would simply up and leave in the middle of their revolution made Koshu cringe. Just how dull was he?
In every word the dark skinned saiyans spoke, there was a twinge of primal ferocity, a genuine passion that burned between syllables. They didn't have time for a bumbling distraction. Koshu was in a lowered stance, as if ready to pounce in any direction at any moment. Paisu stood tall with his fist clenched by his side.
Paisu was slightly more patient, although he didn't show it. "We have lived in hiding for tens of thousands of years," Paisu said, with a slightly more level tone, "Hiding from the imperial forces of the Arcosians, hiding from the vicious Beppan government. We now seek to establish this outpost as a new stronghold for our half of the Saiyan race." He tried to lock eyes with the android, but found only glistening purple, "So I ask you again, are you with us or are you against us?"
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Post by Pin on May 20, 2017 23:02:34 GMT
"Yes, you are the natives, and you do appear to be Saiyans, which is why the Queen and I are so very confused by this attack."
Pin shook his head. If this were meant to be a diplomatic mission, Habana had selected the wrong operative. He considered trying to get a hold of her, to clarify things, until Paisu spoke again.
"Hiding from the Arcosians, were you? And you claim to be Saiyans? My my, you have a knack for comedy. And yet, a shame to have to be cut down so early in your performance career. You seek to establish a stronghold for what you call your half of the Saiyan race. Now I don't have the numbers in front of me to determine if your adorable little subspecies accounts for a full half of known Saiyans, but what I do know is that you have made your intent very, very clear."
Pin drew his pistol and leveled it at Paisu. He shook his head, as though disappointed. He was going to get written up for this, he just knew it.
"Any act intended to divide the Saiyan race, to divide the Empire itself, can be defined as nothing other than treason. We can't have that. I'm in a friendly mood but enough is enough. I'll give you one last chance to stand down and give up this attack. I'll even let you leave here. But know that this is the very limit of my patience."
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Post by Koshu on May 20, 2017 23:23:49 GMT
Koshu growled in frustration at the cocky young man. "Get the queen on the line then," Koshu shot back angrily, "Our people are done being suppressed by the Beppans. Now Habana can either give us this outpost, or we can wrestle it from her control. If she wants to keep the native saiyan race down on Beppa, then she is the traitor." Koshu quickly wrapped a bandage around his arm, nearly crushed in from the previous slam from a Beppan warrior.
Paisu looked down the barrel of the pistol calmly. This man didn't seem to want to hear any reason. "If you're trying to shut down this revolution, you're looking in the wrong place," he shouted over the growing fires, "Anything you do to us here and now is useless. Your real problem would be the warriors who are now securing the perimeter." Paisu's eyes glanced around at the growing crowd of Beppans. Even if the saiyan empire operative didn't put them down, they had slowed down for far too long; they could just as easily die in this crowd of green skinned wrestlers.
"I won't let you push us back into the caves we've hidden in for millennium," Koshu said husked, advancing a few steps towards the purple masked man, "And if you've got a problem with that, you can take me on in hand to hand combat like a real saiyan." Paisu looked over at Koshu and clenched his teeth, baring them anxiously. Although he was confident in Koshu's abilities, he was eager to keep moving, to push forwards and avoid unecessary danger.
Of course, Koshu hadn't intended for this brief stop to become such a spectacle, but there was only one way out now. Time was no longer the primary concern: Papri's men were certainly capable of overwhelming the masses of Beppans.
Now his objective was shifting. He was going to prove that the Beppan Saiyans deserved their foothold and deserved to slaughter their oppressors— and prove that the Beppan Saiyan gene was capable of clashing equally with the Empire's.
Now, it was an issue of pride.
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Post by Pin on May 21, 2017 4:01:30 GMT
Get the queen on the...who did these guys think they were? Who were they to make demands, to mount attacks on Empire holdings? To levy accusations against the Queen herself? That was definitely it, Pin's very last fiber-optic nerve. This was no longer about talking these would-be revolutionaries down. This was no longer about even an attempt at diplomacy. This was treason. This was sedition.
And an example had to be made.
"Don't try to claim I didn't warn you..."
Pin fired at Paisu without so much as even bothering to aim. Still, Pin was nothing if not an impeccably trained killer, perfectly calibrated to take down his targets with ease. With the help of Habana and others like her, he'd managed to build his power to such a point that the two standing before him were like ants before the storm. Pin's blaster pistol shot rocketed forth, heading straight for the space between Paisu's eyes with incredible speed.
"...when you get to the gates of hell." _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaster Pistol fired at Paisu, aiming for a kill shot - Attack Power 366,462
[N1] Blaster Pistol: The same gun that had been meant to kill him, Pin’s blaster pistol has been modified to draw from his own energy reserves, allowing him to fire it constantly without reloading. It’s power output is about on par with a basic ki blast.
KP 2/3
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Post by Koshu on May 21, 2017 15:49:11 GMT
Koshu advanced, lifting his fists close to his chin, ready to fight a new battle of honor. But the killer in front of him had other plans.
Paisu was hanging back, anxiously watching Koshu's approach, looking to keep his comrade out of danger. In an instant, the armored man pointed his weapon at Paisu and shot. The elder saiyan barely got a chance to process what was coming.
What flashed across his face must've been a look of terror: his eyes peeled wide open, and his already bared teeth parted to release a scream that never came. Then his eyebrows curled up in fear and regret, bargaining with the blaster bullet before it tore through his jaw. The razor sharp shot of energy ripped open his flesh: it passed through him as if he wasn't there. The aftermath of the blast left him with his jaw bone revealed underneath his torn blood vessels, hanging down limply and disconnected. The left half of his face was ravaged, with strips of skin limply clinging to the pulverized bone below.
As the bullet whizzed past him, Koshu didn't even register that it could've been aiming for his friend. Why would it be? Paisu hadn't done anything, he'd been the reasonable one, the good cop to Koshu's foolish gamble. But Pin's gaze lingered too long in the direction of the shot, and as the blast whizzed off into the distance, the dark skinned sayian's head snapped back to look at it's target.
Paisu was still standing, the blast had no concussive force to knock him over and his body was held up by his locked muscles. But just as Koshu looked over, the elder saiyan's corpse collapsed to the ground, blood splattering as his ravaged face hit the hot beppan soil.
"No," Koshu whispered, grabbing both sides of his head in shock, unable to process the suddenly stolen life. His voice was raw, growing more pained by the second "Stop it—" he wanted to move next to the corpse, but his body was frozen. "Oh my fucking—" The saiyan quivered frantically, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to push the image of his dead best friend out of his eyes. In many ways, Koshu was a composed man, hardened to any extent of injury or emotional pressure. But having his best friend's life taken from him in an instant, without any inkling of a reason to see it coming—
In an instant, Koshu was beside Paisu, on the ground. He didn't even bother to shake him or take his pulse. "NO," Koshu shouted in a scathing baritone at Paisu directly now, "PLEASE NO!"
The saiyan screamed in a nasal grunt, keeled over. He punched the ground three times, until he saw blood on his knuckles, and then ducked his head even lower, screaming again. Long moments passed as Koshu remained with his head down, his thoughts spinning. How could he have let this happen? What could he have done differently? The risk was there for death, Koshu knew that from the start, but he had always thought it would be him, he had never considered Paisu— What had Paisu done to become a target?
"He didn't want to come—" Once Koshu said the words out loud, the guilt overwhelmed him, and the fifty year old man's tears began to squeeze past his barrier "He didn't want to fucking come and I made him—" Koshu was breaking down, slowly; he was hardening into himself, like cooling magma.
For minutes, Koshu felt his intense grief bubbling into a single question: Why? What was the purpose? His head whipped back as his body convulsed upwards. His body hungered towards Pin as he dug his fingers into the ground, burning his hands in the soil. "Why did you fucking do that?" The saiyan sobbed in a fury, "Why did you fucking kill him?"
Koshu ducked down and looked away, before rising to his feet and screaming out in rage in a rattling baritone. The shout sent a shockwave of ki outwards, blowing away the spectating Beppans like a instant hurricane. Nearby huts cracked at their foundations, before bursting into scrap wood and smashing into the crowd as projectiles. He turned to Pin, about to speak, then collapsed to his knees. He felt an urge of agony well up in him, and looking over at his comrade's exposed brain, a lurch of stomach acid welled up in his throat as he vomited across the ground. How had he been reduced to this so quickly?
He should've been the one— he should've been the one to be shot. It was him who should've died for the cause, Paisu had simply been dragged along—
When he got back to his feet, he did it with burning fury. His eyes were crackling with rage as he spat angrily at the merciless armored man. "I KNOW THE QUEEN YOU BASTARD! I WAS FUCKING TELLING YOU ALL ALONG!" Koshu's voice was raw, each word seemed as if he was tearing open his vocal chords, "SHE WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED YOU DO THIS," he convulsed in rage, ripping out his hair tie and letting his mane flow out to it's full size, his energy crackling and stiffening it. "JUST TALK TO HER—" he shouted in vain, as if fixing Pin's mistake moments earlier could bring back his brother, "WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS?"
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Post by Pin on May 22, 2017 3:22:06 GMT
Pin watched as the weaker of the two saiyans absolutely melted down over the ruined corpse of his friend. If he'd had any sentiment at all for either of them, it would be a very sad scene indeed. Instead, Pin just wondered how much longer he would have to be on this planet. The scenery was dreadful and volcanic ash was assuredly no good for his ventilation systems. Still, he couldn't leave the job undone and so he waited for the Beppan Saiyan to pull himself together. After all, he was now the strongest warrior amongst his band of would-be revolutionaries. This was a promotion for him, really.
But then he turned to Pin and continued to rage, continued to scream. He even claimed to know the Queen. Pin had no idea if that was true, but he also didn't give a shit. A lot of people knew the Queen. She was a major public figure. But not everyone was given direct orders from that queen. Not everyone called her a traitor. However, if she did know this man and cared for him at all, she wouldn't be happy if Pin killed him outright. Pin recentered himself, forcing himself to show restraint once again.
"You really have one hell of a chip on your shoulder. I gave you and your boyfriend a warning, and was met with disregard. I took action. Now, I give you one more warning, despite my better judgement. You now understand exactly how serious your predicament is. Take your gang of poorly-trained animals, tuck your ragged tails between your legs, and leave. File a complaint with the Queen if you're so close with her, I don't care. Failure to comply will once again be met with force." __________________________ No Action taken, KP 3/3
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Post by Koshu on May 22, 2017 4:39:48 GMT
The masked man's response was more accurate than he was aware. The dark skinned saiyan's thoughts flashed through his childhood, growing up alongside his brother and enduring the harsh realities of beppan saiyan youth together. He remembered the first scars they gave each other, on a cool evening on the beppan saiyan peaks. He remembered how they lay beside each other in the medical cave after their spar, with only each other to ease the agony. He remembered the rush of joy that came with the strength they gained from that fight. He remembered how Paisu was always given extra attention because of his firmness in his moral code, he remembered how he slowly learned to come to terms with Beppan Saiyan society with the guidance of his best friend. He remembered their first trip to the dore outpost together, and how Koshu was beaten mercilessly by a cruel Beppan. He remembered how Paisu crouched beside him and brought him food, and swore that one day they would get revenge on the Beppans, together. He remembered how age had stolen their rebellious spirit, how Paisu had grown complacent and set in his ways. He remembered how skeptical Paisu was of Koshu's talk of the saiyan empire, how unsure he was of the story of his meeting with Habana. He remembered how Paisu had been so reluctant to join him on the mission, in the revolution. And then he remembered how he had been unable to bear a son, despite his growing age, how both of them had been the only childless adults of their age. He remembered how they laughed about it together, he remembered how they sat by the fire late into the night saying nothing, enjoying each other's presence. And then he remembered the image of Paisu's obliterated skull. He remembered the blood gushing out from it. The memories were ruined, stained with blood and drowned in nausea. All he could remember now was the brutal, visceral scene. The gory violation of his best friend, of— of the closest thing he ever had to love. Koshu had closed up beyond words now, and anyone watching could see it in his eyes. Tears rolled down the hardened warrior's cheeks as he remembered his closest companion, and after pin was done speaking, his ears were ringing so loudly that he could barely hear the fires surrounding him, closer and closer. The saiyan burst upwards from his crouching position, his eyes unable to see the world in front of him. He didn't even know what he was doing, he just had to do something. His body was filled with rage, rage at himself, rage at the careless killer— He looked down at his tail, filled with agony. The masked man mocked him even for that. The masked man mocked him for his deep devotion to Paisu— The whole world mocked him by crushing his revolution so close to it's start. Habana mocked him by allowing this killer to take his friend's life carelessly. The volcanoes mocked him by staying silent in the time of ultimate Beppan Saiyan need. Koshu collapsed inwards, his fingers digging into his biceps as his head ducked down to his chest. The saiyan's unleashed black mane stiffened even tighter, as he unleashed a booming cry of agony. What kind of a saiyan was he? He couldn't defend his own best friend— He couldn't even defend himself— He was going to die, and then his people were going to die, and all because of the carelessness of a single saiyan empire operative. He was no real saiyan. He didn't deserve to die beside Paisu— He didn't deserve to wear the steel forged in the beppan volcanoes, he didn't deserve the tail that the cruel mercenary mocked him for. In a fit of sudden rage and self hatred, Koshu's hand whipped backwards and snatched his own tail, sending paralyzing agony through his body. Good— That was what he wanted— That was what he deserved— his mouth opened as he unleashed a primal shout of agony, and in one swift motion of rage, attempted to tear off his own tail. But the acute agony that overwhelmed him caused him to collapse to his knees, unable to finish the job The pain was overwhelming. And yet the saiyan still didn't speak another word, simply seethed with agony and roaring hatred. Even in his final act of self hatred, he was unable to surpass his fallen brother. He was unnable to free himself of the burden of his saiyan genes. The thought of it drove Koshu to more tears. Koshu howled in unbearable frustration and pain— How could the world take Paisu and not him? Why wouldn't he just die alongside him? His fists slammed into the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth and blasting it upwards in chunks. He would do anything to die and take Paisu's place. He would do anything to give every last drop of his strength into Paisu's body— To bring that ravaged corpse back from the dead. But instead— Instead he would just have to use Paisu's strength as his own. Suddenly, Koshu's seething rage turned inwards, violently crashing into a passion and brotherhood for his comrades. His harrowing grief transformed explosively into a desperate desire to do something, anything to defend the honor of his fallen love. And in that moment, Koshu snapped. The saiyan's hair stiffed further, and his pupils vanished entirely in a primal scream. His crouching body lifted into the air against his will, energy crackling around him and shattering the already mangled earth. The remaining Beppans stepped back, evidently nervous. In a single flex of his muscles, they would blast away in a massive wind of ki. Koshu's body began to twitch and convulse mid air, floating as if by some force outside of himself, as if he was being possessed by a spirt— The spirit of his fallen love. His scream echoed on, his mouth still wide open as the volume increased in earth shattering potential by the second. Flashes of golden energy crackled across his body, twitching the saiyan's hair upwards. It seemed as if his body was pushing towards something that it so desperately needed but couldn't quite take. In one of the flashes of gold, his mane snapped into an upright position, finally becoming static as a rock, glowing with a golden-maroon energy. Three quick flashes of yellow light, staggering, and then— Koshu was consumed in a massive pillar of golden aura, blasting a hole in the hot Beppan sky, vaporizing the nearby smoke from the fires and volcanoes and serving as a beacon to his brothers, urging them to fight on. But just when his body was about to push over the edge into something greater, something impossible— The shock and agony of his previous tampering with his tail sent shivers through his body. The man's hightened golden aura died away, and his massive aura gave out. Koshu fell from the air like lead, and crumbled halfway to his knees in defeat. Koshu was now quite clearly incoherent. And yet he couldn't give out yet. He'd lost his friend, he'd lost love, he'd lost his manhood and he'd lost his inkling of power, his chance at hope. His vision was flooded with tears— and yet he had to keep pushing. There was no way he could give out now. A Beppan Saiyan could never give out from emotional pain. And so he lunged forward, half stumbling through the air before painfully hurling a blow at Pin's throat. His fists would swing out pathetically, slamming one after another towards the masked man's metal neck. He hoped to punch in the metal, to suffocate the cruel saiyan underneath the suit. The remaining Beppans—Those who were out of reach of earlier ki wind—Could easily tell that the saiyan was no match for Pin. His punches were weak and feeble, not even able to utilize his full inferior strength. With each second, his arms felt heavier and heavier, and his punches would grow slower and slower until his bleeding knuckles fell limp. There was no way that the saiyan believed his own assault. As Koshu descended into thinly suppressed hysteria, other Beppan Saiyan warriors were sustaining heavy losses as well, slowly being pushed back to the outskirts of the outpost. It seemed the battle was being lost on all fronts.
Koshu has failed to rip off his tail, failed to take FSSJ.
Pin
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Post by Pin on May 24, 2017 2:25:07 GMT
Pin watched as the Beppan Saiyan absolutely melted down. Tears, sorrow, a sad attempt at self-mutilation followed by the loudest, shortest tantrum the galaxy had ever seen. Pin was almost impressed. He even considered applauding, but decided it in poor taste. It was a very sad performance indeed. Like a sad fat clown with erectile dysfunction. But then the one called Koshu simply abandoned reason altogether and came at Pin with a series of feeble strikes. Pin didn't even bother to evade. They posed no threat.
Pin grabbed Koshu by the shoulders, tightly. As he did so, two of his chrome tentacle arms deployed from his back, rocketing over to the fallen body of his buddy Paisu. With a swift and sharp jerk, the tentacles tore Paisu's tail free from its place at the bottom of Paisu's spine.
"You almost impressed me. Almost."
His tentacle arms retracted, and Pin let go of Koshu's shoulders. He zipped around behind Koshu, taking the disembodied tail in hand.
"Which means you most certainly disappointed the Queen."
With that, Pin wrapped the dead warrior's tail around Koshu's neck and pressed a foot against the Beppan's back. He pulled back with his arms while pushing out with his foot, making to strangle Koshu with that same tail. He would remain in this posture until Koshu's energy signature no longer registered on his internal scouter, or until he was somehow forced off. ________________________________________________________ Pin is attempting to strangle Koshu to death with Paisu's tail.
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Post by Koshu on May 24, 2017 2:47:10 GMT
As Koshu rained meaningless blow after blow upon Pin's neck, the blows glanced off the cold white metal, but the saiyan couldn't even feel his fists anymore. He couldn't feel anything anymore. When Pin grabbed the dark skinned saiyan, he was truly ready for anything. He looked at the cold expressionless mask of his best friend's killer, stared it right where its cruel eyes should be. The man even cracked a slight smile. Maybe in a few seconds, he would join Paisu. Of course, Beppan Saiyans didn't believe in an afterlife, but at least he could join his best friend in a jar of cremated volcanic ashes. But suddenly, the mercenaries' suit deployed two quick tentacles, and Koshu began to struggle. He sensed what was about to happen by the direction of the claws, and his countenance was suddenly tortured with pleading. The saiyan craned his head around as far as he could, desperate to make sure that the SSE agent wasn't— Koshu groaned in visible agony at the sight. Paisu's limp corpse was suddenly mutilated further, its tail torn from it's stump as Koshu had so pathetically failed to do moments earlier. Koshu's eyes soon filled again with tears of rage. Now, pin even managed to get a word out of him. "Please—" Koshu growled in agony, his dignity irreversibly broken. "Leave him be—"But it was too late. Koshu dropped to his knees upon his release grabbing the sides of his head in pulsing hysteria. He couldn't stand to see Paisu's corpse more fully mutilated, he couldn't— The saiyan's head jerked up as he heard the footstep of the assassin suddenly click behind him, but it was too late. A furry noose pulled against Koshu's neck, immediately eliciting a gasp, and then an instinctual breath of air in. A pressure—Pin's foot—pressed down between Koshu's shoulder blades, pushing in hard on his bones and producing a rather gruesome cracking noise. And the moment that Koshu's back felt that immense pain, the saiyan nearly let go of his conciousness squeezing his eyes shut and falling limp. His energy signature would dwindle down to near imperceptibility as he gagged for a moment and then came to a stop, preserving every last drop of air. With every last fiber of his being, Koshu pushed down his ki signature as deeply as he could.
Play Dead [UT] During training, Koshu learned to feign unconsciousness by reducing his power level into imperceptibility.
Koshu attempts to dwindle his ki signature on Pin's scouter and simulate death in his near death state.
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Post by Pin on May 24, 2017 2:57:17 GMT
"Heh," Pin chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
He let go of one end of Paisu's tail, letting Koshu fall limp to the ground. Slinging the tail over his shoulder, Pin crouched next to the Beppan Saiyan and patted him on the back.
"Well, you tried. I guess I can't fault you for that. I don't know if you have vultures on this blasted rock, but hopefully they get a good meal if you do."
He looked over at Paisu's corpse, and then back at Koshu. He hesitated for a moment, not yet standing up.
"You know, I guess I can do you one last favor before I go. I can help you do...whatever the hell you were trying to do to yourself."
With that, Pin reached down and grabbed Koshu's tail by the base. He yanked up hard, tearing it from Koshu's body. As he stood, he slung Koshu's tail over his shoulder casually, and it hung next to Paisu's which had by now grown cold. He looked at his surroundings, the absolute shitshow that these two had caused. He fired two shots of his pistol into the air and shouted.
"ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY CLEAR OUT. NOTHING MORE TO SEE HERE, GO HOME AND IMPREGNATE YOUR WIVES BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU!"
With that, he kicked his thrusters on and flew back up to the still-idling Pixie. As he stepped into the airlock, he tossed the two tails aside. He'd think of some way to display them properly later.
"Fuckin' weird people on this planet..."
_______________________________________________ Pin has taken Koshu's tail as a trophy and is attempting to leave the thread.
PL please!
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Post by Koshu on May 24, 2017 3:21:13 GMT
As Koshu teetered on the edge of death, his breath barely lingering as his throat cavity nearly collapsed, he faded in and out of consciousness. When pin finally let go of the tail and allowed his heavy body to crash to the ground, his lumbering arms didn't do much to cushion the fall. He was barely alive enough to even feel relief at the release of tension from his neck. The assassin said something or another— Likely another snarky remark. For minutes now, Koshu hadn't been in a mental state to comprehend anything the mercenary said. The hot Beppan soil burned his skin. He wanted nothing more than to be swallowed up in a volcano: prideless, broken, without his reason to live. The dark skinned saiyan was so close to unconsciousness that he almost stirred and revealed himself when the assassin grabbed onto his tail. In a stroke of pure luck, Koshu's mind gave out at the very second that pin grabbed his tail, effortlessly yanking it off and holding it alongside Paisu's. Blood began to pool at Koshu's pelvis. Pin's warning shots caught the attention of several of the Beppan Saiyans nearby. Most of the battle had already been lost: Papri's forces were widely overwhelmed, and fleeing into the mountains, some under pursuit of Beppan natives. But with the advantage of the volcanic landscape, they largely avoided detection, picking off Beppans one by one before heading back to their mountain homes. The failed revolution would not be an easily reperable mistake. Not only had the Saiyan population revealed themselves as a completely unknown presence on Beppa, they had simultaneously invoked the rage of the Beppan establishment and the Saiyan Solar Empire in one fell swoop. Even beyond political failure, they sustained heavy losses of life, their adult population dwindling from a hearty 72 to a much more vulnerable 48. In fact, it was extremely likely that the days of the Beppan Saiyans were numbered. And after watching the dark skinned saiyans flee off into the wilderness, their vauge whereabouts were disclosed, and a permanent grudge formed. It wasn't until hours later that the two saiyan's corpses were actually retrieved by Papri's men, pulling them out from the bloodbath along with other fallen saiyans and slowly hauling them back to the Beppan's mountain base for burial. In fact, it wasn't until the corpses were being accounted for that they realized Koshu was not fully dead— Physically, at least. Koshu had sustained so much bloodloss in the trip home it was a miracle that the regenerative fluid even flowed through his veins. His breaths would slowly grow larger and larger. And so he would lie side by side with the two other breathing corpses that had been salvaged from the massacred revolution. They sat in the cold, quiet, empty recovery cave. Now, there would be nobody to kneel beside Koshu and ease his mind. There would be nobody to sit beside him as a brother, to bring him a bowl of rice with extra seasoning. It would be days before Koshu could open his eyes. And it would likely be years before he wanted to.
Exit, requesting Zenkai PL with light weights.
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