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Post by Purika on Jun 9, 2017 18:06:25 GMT
Purika grinned as his crimson ball of death hurled straight towards the bio-android. Purika halted himself in the air, but his attack continued on, zipping towards the air towards the insect. Purika planted his feet in the dirt below him, his golden aura roaring around his body wildly. While his attack did his work, he looked down at his hands. He stared at them for a bit, flipping them over a few times before a grin would appear. He felt… powerful. He looked back up towards the ball as it finally impacted the bio-android. “That’s one less pest.”, he said.
The bio-android tried to stall his fate. It could struggle all it wanted, the results would be the same, it would die. Purika started to make his way towards it, cracking the ground as he walked. He walked through the ruined buildings his attack tore through to reach the bio-android, finding the lifeless remains of some Yardratians that his attack ripped through. He simply walked over them, not caring.
He caught sight of the bio-android attempting to ensure the safety of the residents of the area by attempting to redirect his ki ball’s direction. What were attacks that weak supposed to do? Exactly, they did nothing. His ball continued forward, unaffected by the bio-android’s attempts. It wasn’t long before it came out the other side of the building, continuing through multiple others until it reached the outskirts of the city. It finally exploded there, rocking the ground around it and sending shockwaves away from it.
Purika walked up to the still standing bio-android as it uttered its final words before dying. Once it was dead, Purika formed a ball in his hand and hovered it above the bio-androids head, before lowering it. This action completely vaporized its head like the original attack was intended to do.
With that, Purika kicked the bio-androids body over and hovered his hand above its corpse. Time to go meet its creator. Purika used his telekinetic abilities to pick the bio-android up, without touching it. He didn’t want to touch the disgusting bug, especially with its juices leaking out of his body. As he prepared to go meet its creator, Purika paused as a voice went in and out of his head. It was Shemha, who seemed pissed off that he’d killed him. The bug still got what he deserved.
“Apologies, Commander. I won’t kill the others ones.”, he telepathically said to Shemha before cutting off the link. Now it was time to meet its creator, Daria. Purika hovered into the air, telekinetically picking up the bio-android too. Purika tracked down her location using his senses, before blasting off towards her direction with her deceased creation. Purika suppressed his signature as he did so.
Once he got close, he reached his hand out towards the direction of Daria and burst right through the side of the ship. He grabbed Daria by the neck, holding her up. He’d drop the carcass of the bio-android on the floor, it laying there lifeless. “Here’s your sorry excuse of a creation.”, he said as he formed a grin. Then, he reeled his arm back before sending it straight towards the side of Daria’s head, his intent being to knock her out.
He walked out of the cargo bay of the ship, telekinetically dragging the bio-android and dragging Daria by the neck out of the ship. “Hey, you, majin.”, he said. “Eat this.”, he said while telepathically throwing the bio-android to him. He noticed the majins belt, which read ‘BB’. That stood for Blue banner, was this majin with them? He assumed he was an ally then. “Your with the Blue Banner Army?”, he asked.
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[UT] Telekinesis Used to pick up Somatotrope, attempting to get Blue to eat his remains.
[N1] Martial Arts (685,246) Used to plow to the ship and grab Daria's neck and KO her for the rest of the DE.
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Post by Somatotrope on Jun 9, 2017 21:59:10 GMT
Having already taken a seat in the cockpit, she felt a little guilty for leaving Majin Blue in the dark for a short amount of time. She'll reveal the news of Soma's death once she calmed down soon enough to collect her thoughts. But seeing as how energy levels were dropping like flies on the scouter, she felt like that there was only one thing to do. Well, she personally can't do anything, she hit her peak strength far long ago, and Blue was weaker than Soma once was just months ago. But what she can do was inform the others of the galaxy of what has happened on Yardrat. Bringing up a hand to her scouter glasses she was wearing, she switched the modes by pressing a couple of button inputs. A red dot started to appear in the corner of the glasses as Daria looked out of the cockpit, gazing upon the skyline of Friezaton. The glasses were waiting for a vocal input, to which Daria was more than ready to give. Letting her mouth open, she stated the words, "Start broadcast to Koldar Frost 's Private Scouter number, AND on all Open Intergalactic Channels."Within seconds, the scouter glasses latched onto any open frequencies for both video and radio, anyone that can receive any kinds of Open Channel broadcasts would be able to start seeing a livefeed directly from Daria's glasses. Anyone looking through the monitors would be able to see what Daria was seeing, which was the burning horizon of Friezaton. This city devolved into chaos due to the cumulative actions of Purika, Shemha, and Plato, streams of smoke blasting off into the sky with cinders and embers everywhere. After a couple of seconds of silence to set the tone, Daria's voice filled the viewers and listeners in on what was happening.
"The saiyans have begun their conquesting once more," Her shaken, thick accented voice informed anyone listening, "Yardrat, Arcose, and apparently on Brenchia... The Saiyans are attacking, destroying and conquering however they please. I... I... I am Doctor Daria Hayta, who came to Yardrats to hopefully stop at least one front of their vicious assault. I came here with... with... a friend, who has lost his life due to a saiyan... The saiyan, before he even threw a single punch called for back up, and the powerhouses he brought along steamrolled anyone who was here to defend this planet... He... He... He even toyed with my friend, making the fight seem even, before instantly ending it in a flash. I'm afraid I might be next..."
Taking a pause to think of what to say, having managed to prevent herself from describing Soma as a creation. Using her many years of being a professional wrestler into her words, she had to draw in the crowd, to follow her under her own banner and cause. Taking a deep, shaky breath, the camera shook a couple times as she was fighting back tears, light sobbing being heard as she was still distraught over Somatotrope's death. But she still continued speaking.
"The saiyans, they are doing this again. Back when Zucceta was their queen they once tried to conquer the galaxy but were stopped by the Earthlings. A little more than a year later, they are repeating their actions once more. No one will be safe. They will not stop at this, it's in their blood. IT'S IN THEIR GENEALOGICAL CODING TO CONTINUE THIS NEEDLESS BLOODSHED. If you can hear this message... Please, band together to stop the Saiyan Solar Empire... Stop them so that no one else gets brutalized like S-"
CRASH!
Turning her head around, she fell out of her chair just in time to avoid getting grabbed by the neck by a golden haired monster. Tumbling backwards out of the chair, Daria pulled herself to her knees, looking up at the Saiyan who dropped the... Oh god... The brutalized, burnt, bloodied body of Somatotrope. Daria's eyes and breathing froze in place as she gazed upon this blatant act of cruelty. Head gone, giant hole in the chest... One of the two of them being an obvious post-mortem act that was beyond psychotic, something entirely befitting of a War Criminal. And the saiyan tried to sound like a badass with his one liner, but just ended up making him look more like a dastardly criminal that should be put down
Head and camera shook with rage as Daria shouted, "S-SOMA!?!?! WHA- WH- WH... !! SAIYAN, WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS, YOU FUCKING MONST-"
And with a quick movement, Purika fist came in flying for Daria's head, knocking her unconscious right on the spot... And breaking the scouter glasses upon impact, cutting the broadcast off, leaving anyone who was listening or watching to be met with static. Her glasses shattered upon impact, no evidence that it was even in use just recently due to how savage Purika's attack was, just shards and metallic bits strewn about the entire cockpit from such destruction. Though Daria didn't really expect much with her broadcast, it was the best she can do. Now it was up to the denizens of the Galaxy as to what they would do with this terrifying information: The Saiyans are relapsing into their conquering ways.
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 10, 2017 17:04:03 GMT
As blue's sheet of flesh sprung into the air it wrapped around the dead creature, getting all lumpy and thick as his churning body squished the corpse into a small space. And then, in one single gulp— White smoke jetted out from the stationary flesh ball's pores, surrounding the entire area in a chamber of gas. Blue hardly knew what was even going on behind his own curtain of smoke. When the smoke cleared, Blue was sitting on his butt. He felt pretty normal. Then, he pushed to his feet, and stumbled a little bit. His legs were longer than he remembered. All at once, it hit him. An overwhelming wave of— Of a desire to kill and be killed. And— What was that? That overwhelming taste that bubbled up in his tongue, drying out his mouth and darkening his eyes. The feeling of supreme badassery and yet deathly despair. It was… Edginess. Blue looked down at himself seriously for the first time he absorbed the corpse. He was a little bit taller, now reaching a respectable 5"6'. Most of the length had gone to his now long slender legs. With those black tights on… It almost looked like he was wearing skinny jeans. His mohawk grew ever so slightly sharper, the shade of his eyes ever so slightly deeper. And something about his face… There was a quiet and deadly beauty to it, the angles of his cheeks cut at a childish and yet mature nuance. If Blue had been mentally a child before…He had now become a teenager! And now he looked over at the ship, the ship that Daria returned to. What had she said again? Was it that he should return to the ship with her? Or that he could return to the ship with her? Was it an order, or a request? And did it matter either way? Did he not want to stay with the woman who clearly only had his best interest in mind? For some reason, there was something rebellious growing inside of him— Something beyond his previous childish urge to absorb. It was now an urge to kill. But kill who, and why? Maybe in a second he would walk right into Daria's ship. Or maybe he wouldn't. For now, he just stood, his edgy, slender, pretty-boy mohawked silhouette juxtaposed against the glow of the ship's headlights. He clenched his fist, and closed his eyes. "Tch."And then… A noise. Blue's eyes snapped open just as a burst of yellow light tore through the side of Daria's ship like a comet. Maybe it was smart of him to not get on the ship right away. Blue flipped his hair, and jumped up into the air to try to see what was going on inside the ship. But dust was choking out the hole that the yellow light had just carved. He decided it was best not to head inside the ship for a second, just in case it was about to blow up. And only seconds later, a golden warrior emerged from the side of the ship, carrying two corpses. One of them was Daria, and the other, Soma. Blue's eyes widened with shock. How had this happened? Was Soma on the ship all along— No, this saiyan must've killed Soma in battle, and taken Daria's life just now. The majin's mouth hung slightly open as his lip twitched. The bug was dead. But something inside of him, some new force… Told him it was a good thing. Shouldn't all things die? Wasn't it better that he was freed from this world of suffering? The Majin's new genetics took kindly to the saiyan's brutality. And so, when Soma's corpse slammed to the ground in front of him, he simply stared down on it, examining the effects of death. The blue raspberry bug was dead, his head vaporized and a violent hole carved in his chest. And then, the Saiyan ordered him to eat his friend. Blue's obedience circuits hit him like a train, sending neural vibrations through his body, tantalizingly dangling pleasure in front of his nerves. An order was an order— And this saiyan seemed to speak with strong authority— The Majin turned and spoke for the first time. "The Blue Banner Army modified me. I was with— With him." Blue looked down at Soma with regret, and then closed his eyes, feeling the electromagnetic massage of his Blue Banner circuits, willing him to obey his orders. There was no point in fighting it, argued his new genes, everything died. Might as well make good use out of it. And so the majin bent over, and grabbed Soma's corpse gingerly and yet utilitarianly. "Tch."
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Post by Friion on Jun 12, 2017 15:54:29 GMT
He had said what he'd needed to. The Saiyan Empire had a long and recent history of violence against his nation and his people, and this was just yet another grudge to add to the list. His breathing was slowly starting to become shallow, and his vision was beginning to become hazy. One hand folded over his stomach, wetting with his blood, while the fingers of the other dug weakly into the dirt. It was times like this that he so desperately wished the Arcosian Empire could be a host to champions that could stave off this violence; anytime his nation could recover, whether through miracles or the long grueling process of grieving and rebuilding, the Saiyan Empire reared its ugly head and struck again to place them right back into the cycle of death of destruction. When would it stop? The only way would be to remove the Saiyan Empire entirely. He didn't regret showing up to the battlefield, but he hadn't been ready. He had no idea what he'd been walking into, nor that the Saiyans had access to fighters with this kind of power. The only burning regret within his soul was the fact that he hadn't been strong enough to at least save Yardrat. Here the Saiyans were again, slaughtering with reckless abandon, and there was nothing that any of them could do to stop it. Pure, gut-wrenching hatred filled his heart. He began thinking of the what-ifs. What if he had ended up surviving this, through some miracle? He would train and train, bolstering his power to one day demonstrate a slaughter against these savages that would dwarf their heinous acts against his nation. He watched as she hoisted that large weapon over her shoulder and began to approach. He coughed weakly a few times. At least this one had the decency to grant him death, rather than make him bleed away into nothing. She noted something that made Friion's stomach turn. Get the Saiyans to trust them? What point would there be in that? After all the Arcosian blood soaked into Saiyan hands, what possible future could there be for the two other than scenes very much like this one, repeated over and over? There would never be peace. The Galaxy at large would never know peace until the Saiyan Empire was hunted down and put to the sword, their worlds burned and destroyed. ''...Trust? You think trust is even possible at this stage, do you? Every time we recover from a disaster caused by you savages, you come right back and cause another one. Your Empire is a blight on this galaxy, and I know that someday, someone will make you all answer for what you've done. So who comes next? Earth, perhaps? I hear that didn't go so swell last time.'' Curling up painfully and turning onto his side as his lower body remained pale and stationary, he'd slightly tilt his head to look back up at her again. ''There will never be trust, nor peace, between people like you and I. There has been too much blood spilled, and there will always be more of it to spill. Considering it as a possibility is nothing but a foolish dream. You fought well, you are strong. But someone out there is always stronger. When the Saiyans run rabid, someone always ends up putting them in their place.'' He'd lift his chin a little, rolling back over onto his back to face his end with some dignity. Just from where she halted her advance, he knew it would come quick. At least she held some degree of respect on the field of battle. Admirable, and nothing like the ones she fought shoulder to shoulder with. A shame, really. He'd stare at the blade of that axe as it began to raise, then stopped. The fall would come in seconds, and so would Friion's life end. ''I die for the Arcosian Empire!''The axe of his executioner fell, burying into his skull and his world went black. Friion didn't know what waited for him on the other side, if there even were such a thing. He'd never been superstitious. He was about to find out.
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Post by Plato on Jun 13, 2017 0:52:36 GMT
"Hm Your right you can call Plato a coward but don't forget who you’re talking too. I am not Plato i am Savitar." He slammed a fist to his chest as he keeps circling the majin as the smoke began to disappear. He had felt the impact of some of the blows. "Lady i could get a rat ass if that means i got to fight all of you, I’ll kill every single one of you with my bare hands. Plato on the other hand wishes to settle on the grudge with a fight between two foes. If you were not aware also Plato wanted to not kill the saiyan. Of course i wanted too i knew a saiyan like him would call for help the first time of death arose. Every creature sprawled out and cries for help when death is at their door." He felt the sharp Collapse of ki as his final allies were so easily crushed. They were truly the lasts one standing if he had known Xylo warriors were this sad then he would of made sure to have no part with the Namakians warlord. Plato could here through the monitor close by at the broadcasting station. It was a voice of that Red breechan earlier. She had come to help her little bug friend who ki was no longer present. He had been ended by the Super Saiyan earlier. It was to be expected how a bug could expect to defeat a saiyan. He could hear the station as she spoke most likely broadcasting this across the Galaxy. It was a shame he already knew no justice would come. They were doing what they had done so short time ago. For what to defeat the Mazoku domain? Plato kicked off the ground rushing at Shem throwing a barrage of punches as Savitair tried to ignore the flicker at tore at his mind. Plato was trying to take back control as they listened to the broadcast. Each Punch was aimed to shatter the Majin guard his barrage like a volcanic explosion hot rocks smashing against his foe. This didn't last as long as he wanted as Plato arm seemed to stop in the mid of the barrage he kicking back. His Ki was fluctuating as Plato and Savitair ki clashed with one another as the armor seemed to swell up. "It’s my Turn Plato get out of here." He spoke his deep voice echoing through the air as He grasped at his head as Plato spoke out, "You done enough i need all your strength in reserve." Plato snapped out as the Armor swelled back down as he looked up back narrowing his gaze at Shemha. He was silent for a moment as he raised both his arms. Flames engulfed his right arm while his left arm glowed with a green ki. The Ki attached to his left Arm formed a Small Eye creature that floated around Plato. "Gehehghgg." It laughed its eyes glaring at Shem before it flew up above the two watching the area behind them. Perhaps they would guess its use but perhaps she would be too busy focusing on fighting him to let them know. The Ki in Plato's right arm swirled around as it took the form of a sword completely made of fire. The flames snapped and crackled as Plato spun the blade around eyeing Shemha. "It’s funny you claimed your empire is being born anew then i have to ask why are you doing all this. It is because Vennel told you this was how you would defeat Xylo. There's so much you don't know i could tell you at, though i think we both don't feel like talking much." Plato flicked the blade back as the flames hit the stone causing it to boil and melt as he raised the sword to his face. He created the blade with a sinister intent. The Majin regeneration he was unaware of how powerful it was but he believed he could burn the entire cell that composed the majin she would be unable to regenerate. If she was burn to cinder how could she hope to heal? Plato kicked off the ground. The Blade cut into the Ground as he first flicked some melting rocks off the ground to try and ruin the focus on the Majin. He'd slide forward afterword bringing the blade to cut her body into two pieces from her waist down. Plato eyes glared at Shem the whole time to see her expression to get an idea if that was going to actually be a threat to her. He was unsure how powerful their regeneration was but he had to figure out and fast. He knew the Majin durability body would be almost impossible to defeat without some insight. He could blast all he wanted but he'd have no idea how to put her down for good. **** Eye of Kol'Gash (UT) Summoning the Power of a ancient dwelling creature of Konats Plato summons one of it eyes. Plato can see through the eye though the eye can easily be destroyed. Ut- Magic Materialization Develing deeper into the magic books of his people plato using his magic can create objects. He uses this power to create clothes and weapons out of thin air. Kp:1/3 Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jun 13, 2017 23:07:14 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
Meridia allowed the Acrosian to have his last words. Without interruption she let him speak and in truth, she agreed with him. Despite Shemha’s orders to capture the majority of them alive and the demons own invitation to Friion, there was little common ground to be found. This was war, one with casualties on both sides already and when one considered the parties involved, there was no peaceful end. Such was the cycle of the galaxy.
The only part she disagreed with was the idea of someone putting the Empire “in its place.” Sure Xylo and his enslaved creature posed a serious threat, but Meridia like the rest of her allies believed the SSE was at its strongest. With more power to wield than ever before, there was little the could stand in their way. Even the Premier of Earth, by far one of the strongest individuals she was aware of, was slowly losing his edge. Driven by their militaristic culture and natural born warriors, no other race rivaled the Saiyans in growth potential.
Friion let out a cry in the name of his people and with a wet thud, Meridia guaranteed that was his final statement. She appreciated his loyalty, even in the face of a stronger foe, but with his body lifeless, she turned her attention to the opponents that remained.
In the distance she felt Purika with the others. He seemed fine and so did Shemha, both of them capable in their own right. Unsure if she was needed, the demon refrained from throwing herself in either direction for the time being. Instead she rose into the air. A snap of her right arm cleaned the edge of her ax, the arc of red across the dusty ground her last dealing with her Acrosian foe as she left his corpse behind.
Plato’s barrage continued as he spoke, more lies spewed forth with each punch that he threw. As he claimed his intent was never to take Purika’s life, Shemha found it hard to believe he would have protected it should the others have gunned for the Saiyan. Cowards often saw themselves the noble hero when the odds were in their favor.
How Plato had changed. She thought back to that first time she encountered him during her early days as an SSE soldier. Back then he was still odd when compared to the average warrior in the Empire, but so was she. In part she felt she understood his reason, joining with the powerful military the Empire offered in order to secure safety for his people and his home. Sadly he chose to let the misguided actions of two fools change his perspective and his goal. That combined with his unfortunate physical suffering remade him, this Plato far more aggressive than the one she thought she knew.
No matter how much she might wish things went down a different path, there would be no mercy from the Commander. Duty to Habana and her duty to the people of Vegeta came first and foremost. Plato was simply the one on the receiving end, a place he chose to be. With his harsh words and insults the King had sealed his fate.
Yet, was the King truly convinced his stance was right? She watched as Plato’s inner struggle with this Savitar continued, going as far as to physically manifest in hesitant fists. As far as she could tell, Plato’s personality won out.
”I am here because my Queen saw this as the best way to insure future peace and end Xylo’s threat to the galaxy. You seem to think I am misguided, but long before this I attempted to talk with that slug and he chose to insult me instead of listen to reason. I WANTED peace, but the Namekian you ally yourself with wants war. So he shall have it.” She snapped back, unsure if Plato was truly in league with Xylo directly, but the fact he fought against the Empire was enough for her. At the very least, he was an enemy with a similar goal.
Unsure of what the strange green eye that Plato released was capable of, she kept part of her focus on it, but the majority remained on the flaming weapon in his hand. She did not miss the way stone bubbled and melted as a result of its arrant flames. The Majin had no intention of feeling that weapons bite.
When he lunged, she stretched back, abdomen sinking in and stretching away from the intense flames to avoid his disemboweling strike. At the same time, her clenched hands shot forward, both arm stretching in an attempt to clock him in the face. He was going to need to find more skill with that if he hoped to connect with that dangerous blade.
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Post by Purika on Jun 14, 2017 16:33:01 GMT
Purika held Daria’s neck in his hands, watching and listening as the majin turned and spoke. “Interesting…”, Purika thought. They gave a majin cybernetics, which as the first time he’d seen something like that. But, that was beside the point, the majin stated that he was with the insect. “Well, if you don’t want to die, you take orders from me now.”, he said as he watched the majin absorb the bloody remains of the bio-android. A grin formed on Purika’s lips at the sight of this.
While this occurred, Purika head swung over to where the other battle was going on when he noticed that another signature had faded from this world. “Someone else died… Shemha’s going to be pissed.”, he said lowly to himself. Well, he could feed the new person to meet death to the majin. The majin also seemed to take orders very well, which was a good thing for him. Purika’s head swiveled back over to the majin, hopefully being done now and being more powerful. “Follow me.”, he said.
Purika rose to the air, his golden aura still raging around him like fire. Waiting on the majin, he shot forward to where Shemha and Plato were fighting. He lowered himself down to where he sensed the arcosian’s existence fade away. Purika redirected some ki to his right arm, forming a golden blade of ki around his forearm. He extended the blade, and sliced the arcosian’s head off, severing it from the body.
He looked back to see if the majin from before was there, and if he was he would give his order. “Eat this, but not the head.” He knew if the majin absorbed the head he would probably take some influence from the brain, which is something he didn’t want. He didn’t want his new soldier sympathizing for the Arcosian Empire or the Mazoku Dominion. He used his Telekinesis to pick up the arcosian’s head, pulling it in to grab it with his hand as the blade dissipated.
He tilted his head up to Shemha and Plato, ready to join in. “If you need assistance, I will be replenishing my ki and getting ready to charge an attack.”, he messaged Shemha telepathically. Now, he waited, while also preparing for anything Plato would attempt.
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 14, 2017 23:34:49 GMT
If you blinked, you might've missed Blue's absorption of his former companion, swallowing the bug creature whole in a swarm of tentacles. But what you wouldn't miss was the steam that began seeping from his pores, and the violent gnashing that his majin flesh did around the bio android, crunching the creature down into smaller pieces before the chunks of flesh osmosized into him. Soma was headless when he was absorbed, and so there was only so much effect that his genetic makeup could have on the majin. But nevertheless, after such a drastic transformation moments earlier, onlookers would've watched the cloud of smoke intently. After a few long seconds, the gathering veil of steam was blown away in a wave of ki. Kneeling over on the ground was Blue, looking almost exactly the same as before. He rose to his full hight, and there was one very drastic difference: the majin was much taller. He was almost six feet tall now, towering over his previous form. In all other aspects, he seemed the same. The same slim legs, the same lengthened atennae, the same sharp jaw. And then he opened his eyes: what were once deep amorphous blue pupils were now sharp bright "X" shaped eyes. For a brief instant, steam blast from the pores on his back like a pulse of a jet engine, and the lankier majin cracked his neck to the left and right. Soma's personality had little effect on him, as he hadn't consumed the bug's head. And yet something felt vaguely different. His maturity— Perhaps his decision making skills, his coordination with his body— had improved slightly. But there were other subtle effects too: Somewhere, in his body, he felt some sort of tension. An insecurity, an anxiety that was building. Blue took a step forwards and felt a rush of other genetic material coursing through his flesh. Soma must've been made up of quite a bit of genetic matter. Of course, none of it affected him much, but he could feel it nonetheless. And feeling it made him want to kill it. Just when he was done digesting his former comrade, the commanding saiyan turned back to him and ordered him to follow. Blue didn't even bother thinking now: without Soma or Daria there, he had no reason to not obey this saiyan. There was no question in him as he watched the saiyan bolt off into the distance. The majin pulled his body back like a slingshot, feeling a tingle rush through him as he released and shot after the saiyan in obedience. When blue splatted down near the main battle scene, he looked around the area, and then flipped his hair. "Looks like chaos," the teenager mused, "Didn't do quite as well as Greeve back over there though."The super saiyan knelt down, severing an arcosian's head with a blade of ki. Blue walked over, scratching the back of his head. While half of his genetic makeup was now murderous and rebellious, his BBA circuitry and his inherited insecurity made him extremely obedient. Purika tossed him the corpse and ordered him to consume it. For some strange reason, blue was scared of the saiyan. And yet, he was grateful at the same time. And even deeper below, he felt an acute desire to murder him. He felt a desire to murder everything. Why did greeve have to be so damn edgy? And so, without questioning the super saiyan, or even so much as hearing his name, the Majin obeyed his orders. Blue stood over the dead arcosian's body with one arm outstretched. He extended a finger out over the bleeding corpse, a single droplet of majin flesh dripping down from his pointer digit. After a matter of seconds, the bio material would plop down: if it landed on top of the arcosian, the tiny piece of Blue would completely engulf the corpse, and then rejoin with the Majin's main body. Attempting to absorb Friion |
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Post by Plato on Jun 15, 2017 0:10:34 GMT
"Insure peace? Yardrat not even apart of the Aroscian empire right now. Xylo tried to send me to take this planet for his empire. I came with the intention of stopping any conquering to occur. These people every person in the galaxy deserve a chance to have their planet join an empire out of choice. If you wanted peace you would not of tried to follow Vennel's little plan a pronged assault on the Aroscian empire. If you knew anything of that woman you'd regret your choice the moment you made them. I was so blind when Alaistair wormed into my mind so weak and i was weak when i joined him and got myself stuck in the mess i am in now. Now, i'm free to make the choices that will count. Maybe just maybe, i can die with a smile on my face knowing one time i did what i thought was right and didn't mess it up. I know it does not matter to you but i bet it nags at you why did i choose to come here if i knew there was a chance i'd face such a strong foe." Plato spoke this as he charged and attacked Shemha however this would all stop as her fist crashed into his face his knee buckling back from the blow. Her body had stretched out of the way of the sword strike a surprised look on his face before the punch sunk in. He didn't expect her to able to do that so easily. She truly must of not been made out even a single digit of bone. His weapon disspeared flames circling the two before they disspeared without his magic they could not exist. He took a step back his face not even flinching. "That only hurt half of me." Plato stood tall giving Shem a death stare. Plato was hoping she would understand but he didn't care if she didn't. It would not matter how this ended maybe he could reach a brighter future. Either he could return to Konats and know he had done some good or he'd be buried on the stretches of land far from his home. He didn't make a motion to attack as his left eye glowed green. The Large eye in the sky locked on Purika who had just arrived as the Saiyan cut the head of the dead Aroscian. Rage swelled into his body, he didn't need to destroy the corpse like that. He was a warrior like him and he had fought against the odds. It was just like what walker had done to the saiyans. Let them rot on Konats and eat them with his little majin he had as an ally. Plato stared at Shemha with his other eye a frown forming on his face, "This is what your empire is. No respect for the dead that fought it just like with Walker. When the sayians took my planet despite my rage i wanted to bring Carva and Arias back to Vegeta. I wanted them to be buried among their kin and they spat in my face. They all did, but i don't intend to let that happen agian." Plato body turned into a puff of smoke that rushed away from Shemha. The smoke rushed at Purika and the Majin. Rage swelled in his body as the Majin was attempting to absorb the Aroscian. Maybe they had done that to the other fighters he could not see the bug's corpse. He didn't know these people but he hated what they were trying to do. It was if everything shem had say was just spitting in his face. They were doing things they didn't need to do for peace. They were absorbing the bodies of other who families would no longer see them because of their actions. This was a war but there were boundaries. The Smoke formed right in front of the two his eyes a green gleam escaping one of his eyes as the large eye in the sky focused on Shem now watching her every movements. He needed to keep to make sure she didn't get a sneak attack off him. He could already feel some of his body was damaged pretty good. It was not enough to knock him down but it was enough where he knew a set of hits like that could really put him in a bad spot. His Conscious told him what he needed to do as he didn't speak a word to the two of them. There was no point of trying to explain what they were doing wrong. They both knew what they were doing was wrong. His fists tightened as his aura flared up around him blowing rocks away from them with a heat rushing around him along with his Aura. His Fist came launching down as he attempted to Hit Purika and the Majin with Powerful outstretched arms in a haymaker like motion. It was clear they were not meant to kill either of them he had no desire to take their lives just yet. Plato wanted to get his message sent. He would not allow such barbaric acts to pass while he could stop them. He could not watch from the sidelines yet agian as those with power use it to break the rules of man. He looked at the Aroscain corpse as he swung his fist speaking softly, "You deserve better then to be food i'm so sorry."
*Trying to Stop the absorb by knocking the sense out of Purika and Majin Blue* *Kp:2/3 Shemha
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jun 15, 2017 11:51:11 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
Plato truly was blind. Shemha shared that she attempted to avoid all of this with peace talks and that Lord Xylo refused, yet the King continued to blame the Empire for this war. He claimed they should let planets choose where their allegiances lie while Xylo took whatever planets he chose. Even Namek, a peaceful place that Shemha and the SSE hoped to protect, was his first target. In the middle of helping the Guru wish for a protector Xylo arrived and laid claim to the planet as his own, how were the Saiyan’s and their allies at fault here?
This sort of ignorance and stupidity is what created chaos in the galaxy. So many believed the drums of war were first struck by the Empire, but it was the Mazoku Dominion that set the beat for this conflict. All of this could have been avoided if the Namekian raised from the dead was capable of listening to reason. People like Plato rushed to his side to fight against the “warmongering” SSE only to unwittingly serve the true source of the conflict. Then again, perhaps it wasn’t unwittingly and just an attempt to paint the Empire in a dark light for even when faced with the truth, warriors like Plato continued to support the wrong side.
As for the actions down below, Purika’s removal of the Acorsian’s head, Shemha wasn’t exactly pleased with the warrior right now. He performed his duty to assure that the Empire prevailed, but he chose to ignore her orders…as had Meridia. The Commander planned to share words or more with the two when this was all said and done, the chain of command something she did not take lightly. While victory was the first objective, they would be made to understand that directives were to be followed.
Prepared to re-engage the confused King, Shemha’s brow rose when he rush in the other direction and down towards Purika. Unsure if the blue Majin that accompanied him supported the Empire or not, she held her ground for just a moment to assess. In part she wanted to get a glimpse of the Saiyan in combat, see how he handled himself when faced with a stronger foe. She believed he would not perish so easily, but if somehow Plato felled him with one blow, then it would only prove her point. The warriors of the Mazoku Dominion spoke of peace and justice, but murdered others with little restraint.
As she hung in the air, Meridia floated up alongside her.
”So, Shem, about the Acrosian…I really did try to incapacitate him. I just sorta underestimated his durability is all and when I realized he was going to bleed out I offered him a warrior’s death.” The demon attempted to explain. Her halted words hinted at her unease with the conversation as she was well aware that her Majin companion was not pleased with the unknown warrior’s unfortunate end. With a tilt of her head she tried to get a read on her friend, looking for what sort of reaction Shemha offered.
The cold glare directed her way said it all.
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OOC NOTES: Sorry for the shorter post, but busy day today and didn't want to keep you guys waiting.
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No techniques used. +1 KP
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Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
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Post by Entirely Ed on Jun 15, 2017 13:18:38 GMT
Majin Blue ABSORBTION GAINS INCOMING GREEVE ABSORB: 3,446 PLSOMATOTROPE ABSORB: 5,300 PLOLD PL: 3,000 NEW PL: 11,746 Majin Blue also gains +x1/+x2 for their modifiers, resulting in x2/x5!  fear the blue one that eats.
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Post by Purika on Jun 15, 2017 23:00:47 GMT
Purika focused on what was happening above while the majin followed his orders and absorbed the decapitated corpse of the arcosian from before, which was slain by Meridia. While he was watching, Plato made a move straight for him. He appeared in smoke in front of them, but Purika already prepared for when he had to fight. There was little to no surprise in his attack, which was most likely triggered by the majin trying to absorb one of his allies. He stretched both of his arms out, which was enough to hit Purika and the majin at the same time.
Purika grinned, it was time to fight. He jumped over to the majin who was absorbing the corpse. He threw up a shield of ki in front of him, halting the Konatsians descent. Purika struggled to keep it up, the man being over a little more than twice his strength. Purika’s feet implanted themselves into the concrete below his feet, Purika tensing his already tensed muscles even more.
Just a bit more ki and he would begin his charge. He grit his teeth as he almost came to a complete stop. He had to do more than defend. Purika removed one hand away from the barrier quickly, which was his right. A gold blade formed around his forearm, sharp as can be. “This should be just enough to get him off of me.”, he thought. Purika reeled his arm back and jammed it forward, opening his shield so he could strike Plato’s abdomen.
His blade launched through the open space quickly in an attempt to stop Plato’s push forward, attempting to cut into him with his blade. He knew at the majins current strength, he would most likely be killed by the attack. Not this time. Purika planned to knock some sense into Plato with his power, or at least attempt to.
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 15, 2017 23:56:27 GMT
Blue assessed the situation, his arm hovering out over the corpse of the bleeding arcosian. It seemed there was a clash occurring between what appeared to be a demon of some sort and a red majin. Judging by the environmental repercussions of their actions, they appeared to be real powerful. Soon, the demon broke off from the fight and turned towards Blue and Purika, something blazing in his eyes. It became clear that the demon was not on their side, but the Majin's loyalty seemed questionable. If she was allied with Purika, why would she let her enemy go after him? As Plato gazed down angrily, Blue began to feel stronger emotions bubbling up in him. It was as if his absorption from minutes earlier had a delayed effect, and was just now hitting him. Locks opened up in his mind, keylessly flicking open as he realized that they existed. Fear washed over him: this battlefield was no place for him, he knew that now— After all, the Majin and demon were clearly far more powerful than him, and neither of them seemed to be on his side. Another emotion twinkled through his mind, as if it was genetically predisposed: a loyalty to Daria's corpse that Purika was holding. A short and brief glimpse of desire, likely from Soma's genetic code. And then, just like that, Blue's hardware kicked in, wiring him back into a state of pleasurable obedience, augmented with an idealistic desire for murder and consumption from greeve's consciousness. All of his conflicting revelations were suddenly shattered by the demanding voice of reality. The demon had closed the gap between the groups in an instant, soaring down at incredible speed with both fists cocked back for a blow. Blue immediately ducked down to the floor, flattening out and attempting to hide from the threat. But suddenly, Purika fought back, forming an instantaneous barrier, tanking the assault from the demon and striking back with a blade. Why hadn't blue considered that the saiyan would defend him earlier? After all, he was his newest soldier, wasn't he? Blue grinned mischievously on the ground as his flat body trickled between the limbs of Friion's corpse and wrapped around him as if mummifying him. The pale blue bubblegum stretched and clumped, digesting the arcosian's body to a smaller and smaller state until he was finally fully integrated into Blue's body. And with that, Blue flicked out from underneath Purika, reforming in a standing position. This time, Blue was completely unchanged physically. And yet mentally, there was an incredible and immediate shift. The first absorption had given blue a sharp edge. The second, a quiet cowardice. And the third? All he could feel was an overwhelming sense of honor.What was he doing here, standing on the sidelines? Sitting in silence waiting for the world to pass him by? He was going to speak up and find out what was going on. And fuck the red majin if she wasn't on their side. "Excuse me," Blue stumbled to a phrase, gaining confidence mid way through, "But please tell me what in damnation we are doing here? Whose side is she on?" Blue felt a growing confidence as he spoke more in this new voice— It seemed that the newest absorbed personality was a very potent one, and yet, he was still a festering melting pot. He knew his mind was still going through more and more rapid fire chemical reactions— It would be a while before his personality stabilized. Absorbed Friion! |
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Post by Plato on Jun 16, 2017 0:30:32 GMT
Plato Came flying forward as the saiyan got into action flying in the way for the attack made for Majin Blue. He growled as the saiyan was forced back but he manged to hold his ground. He was lucky he was focused on attacking them both or he would not be so lucky. Frillon body was slowly absorbed by the Majin and he knew he longer had the time to save such a body. Plato eyes glared at the saiyan. A Golden Blade of ki formed on his hand as he attempted to Stab Plato. The Tail from his back came swinging out as he caught the blade as he went for his chest. He didn't speak there was no need the saiyan already knew what was going to happen. They all knew what was going to happen. Plato tail would squeeze around the blade as he attempted to shatter the Blade of ki. Plato Brought his elbow into the air above Purika his rage coming to life. His face was stone cold with his eyes blazing with great fury as the prospect this saiyan and his people had one prusit the prospect of power. He had that once, he had been consumed by it and it angered him almost every being including himself fell prey to that. Why did he want power? Just to flaunt around the universe and proclaim his race as some master fighters. His people in such a prusit endangered his people. The King wanted to crack the saiyan skull right open with one elbow he could do it too. With all his power behind one attack the saiyan would be left a pile of ashes. It could be so easy but it would be too easy.
The Konstain elbow never came down to hit the Saiyan. He turned his back sighing as the majin fully absorbed the Aroscian from earlier. He began to speak asking what they were doing here. Plato blinked a couple of times as the Majin seemed to change. He was not really sure but he was aware the majin absorption could cause some change. He looked at the majin as he assumed he was with the saiyans. He choose not to speak they would say what they would say and he'd follow it like a dog. Instead he turned his back to the saiyan as he walked towards Shem, "Seeing as the Majin absorbed the corpse i have no more use fighting someone like you. Shemha and me have unfinished business if you value your life you'd stay out of my way." His voice changed a mix of Savitir and Plato's voice. He looked at the Majin, "Too bad if your solider have allowed you absorb the corpse you would most likely overpower me with the boost in power or maybe you want it this way. Perhaps, you want to settle this without that and if you do then you know i have the same intent. If you have such an issue with the what i believe and i do as well there only one way to settle this. We fight and the winner is right and the loser is wrong. That how history has been written so if you have such an issue then get down here and fight me alone. If you don't then let me leave. You call yourself a person of peace and if you are you will accept my surrender. If you are not one of peace then you will come down and face me and you are afraid of defeat then you'd fight me with all your subordinates. So pick your Poison and i will accept them." Plato outstretched his arms as he stared at Shem as the eye shifted it gaze to Purika. Just in case the saiyan tried to attack him from behind. If he had the chance he would still pound the saiyan to dust but he knew he was not the big fish in the pond. The Big fish was Shem that was who he had to be focused on. He gave her a stare as he stood there waiting for her answer.
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Post by Shemha on Jun 16, 2017 2:24:47 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
From her vantage point, Shemha chose to observe as Plato closed in on Purika and the blue Majin. It wasn’t a lack of care about the well being of her ally, but a test to see if he deserved that title. Trusted to take Yardrat on his own, the Saiyan wasted little time calling for backup when powerful foes arrived. She understood the choice from a tactical standpoint, but she was yet to see him in action. Crushing a weaker foe and feeding corpses to one of her kin required little skill.
To his credit the Super Saiyan dove to protect the Majin, placing himself in front of the King’s attack. Barely able to withstand the force behind the punch, Purika managed to hold his own and even shifted forward to launch his own counter attack. It seemed the warrior was not a coward when the cards were down. The Commander would remember that when he spoke with him after this was all said and done.
”Perhaps we should assist them, Shemha.” Meridia suggested, but the words were met by an upraised hand. The Majin knew what she was doing and as luck would have it, the need for intervention had passed. Just as quickly as Plato went after the two weaker warriors, he turned his back on them. There was no question, the King struggled with his own desires. One like him should not sit on the throne. After she took care of him here, Konats was going to need protection. Under the banner of the SSE its people would be safe.
”I have already told you Plato, the time for peace has long passed. Xylo chose to declare war, you chose to threaten my people and your actions here make it clear that the both of you need to be taken care of if we are to have peace. I will not be standing down and you will not be leaving.” Shemha clarified with a cold edge to her words.
A simple hand motion indicated Meridia was to stay where she was before Shemha slowly descended towards the ground, bare feet touching the rubble strewn ground. Accepting his challenge she stood across from him, arms at her sides for a moment as her dark eyes met his. It was time to settle this. He wanted to fight, so they would fight and she would prove her strength to him. Shemha didn’t need to absorb the others and she didn’t need help to win. All she needed was her own strength of arm.
”Let me show you the power of the Saiyan Solar Empire.”
With that her arms snapped out to the sides, stretch to their full length. Fingers spread she began to summon her strength, golden energy cracking along her figure. This was what it meant to be the Commander of the SSE, to be the right arm of the Queen and the fist of the Empire. In a blatant attempt to gather energy this was a challenge to Plato, to Savitir and to the King of Konats. He constantly hinted that he wished to take her one alone. Now was his chance.
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Shemha
Shemha has accepted Plato’s challenge and is ready to fine. She has begun to charge the Final Flash! 100% this turn, 233% next turn!
Final Flash [SP]
Description: The ultimate technique of the Saiyan Commander, the Final Flash gains greater power the longer it is charged, It begins with 100% of the users power, on its first charge it moves up to 233%, and on its final charge up to 399%.
KP: 3/3
Meridia
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No technique used. Meridia is staying out of combat for the time being.
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