Zucceta
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PL: 379,083
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 27, 2017 22:48:01 GMT
Zucceta had meant for the day to go as usual; wake up in the early hours of the morning, do some warm up exercises, chow down on a vast amount of delicious grub (self-prepared; cooking was becoming another new hobby for the vagrant saiyan warrior) and then head into the nearest metropolitan area to do some heroics if necessary.
Only, over the last week, something had felt terribly wrong, like some ancient thing writhing in the back of her head, or a primordial smell that never quite left her nostrils.
Her eyes flicker open a moment before the alarm rings. It was her first daily test, to arise before the electronic alarm emanated throughout the room. Every day she set it earlier, and every day she found she needed less sleep than she thought. She was down to four hours a night, now, and felt more rested than she had ever been before. It had been something else that had sapped all of her energy away, then. Some dark thing lurking within that was now gone - or knocked out, at least.
And the moment her eyes opened, she recognised the feeling, all at once, as if a storm had built up, and built up, then dissipated in a blast of white lightning from darkened skies. It come to her after a dream of the past.
Wyntre Cold.
Her first thought was there's no way. Wyntre was dead, a pacified empress killed by her own hand on Arcose years ago. Her very head had sat, looming, above her throne on Vegeta, then aboard her ship until, one day, it had mysteriously vanished.
Only... she would have been restored by the wish, right?
Even then, though, Zucceta would have been foolish to think such thoughts to completion. She had known several beings to claw their own way back from the afterlife, all more powerful than ever before. And this energy signature--that was almost definitely Wyntre--was far stronger than she remembered it. She had almost forgotten what Wyntre felt like; it had been so long ago, and she'd been so fresh-faced when it came to energy sensing at that.
But this was definitely her.
Zucceta rolled out of bed, leaping to her feet. She felt nervous and excited all at once.
Because, of course, she just had to meet Wyntre again.
Not as herself, though. That'd be stupid.
Half an hour later, Zucceta was wheeling through the sky, wind and noise filling her with life and energy. Her mouth, protruding through below a thick, dark-visored helmet, grinned toothily. There were small joys to be had in the day to day that made all else worthwhile. Her red cape billowed in the airstream.
Great Saiyaman Neo was about to meet royalty.
Yunzabit Heights was only a minutes flight for someone of Zucceta's power and skill, despite its location at the great, desolate north of the world. She dipped lower for a second; forest, desert and ocean rushed past. She reached out with one gloved hand, fingers dangling loosely, and water sprayed up from the vast blue sea, as the sun shimmered in the early morning sky. She whooped loudly, to herself, to everyone.
Life was good.
She lifts again, raising her head to the green wasteland straight ahead. Despite the warmth of the sun, the temperature had dropped and dropped and dropped, and despite her saiyajin hardiness she felt herself shivering as she began to slow. Yunzabit was a place that she had often gone to do endurance training in the past, but she hadn't recently been back to the locale. Its bleakness reminded her of Planet Vegeta's desolation, although even Yunzabit was, perhaps, more alive than Vegeta's post-radiated soil.
She wondered, briefly, if Habana was doing anything to try and fix that. There were ways to make Vegeta vibrant again, refuel and reshape its biosphere into something that could sustain the saiyan populace, reduce or abolish the need for outside resources. There were ways to fill the soil again, with nutrients, with seeds. There were ways to resurrect the fossils scattered across Planet Vegeta, once Plant, and make the world whole again, complete. Fill that absence and you might go a ways towards fixing the saiyan people.
But Habana was out playing war games with Xylo and the remnants of the Arcosian Empire. It was unlikely such a thought had crossed her mind.
She was following Zucceta's lead, after all.
The costumed superhero stood outside the large Arcosian ship. She whistled from between her teeth. "Yep, that's Wyntre's vessel, alright." She stood for a moment in the early morning rays of sunlight, considering whether she ought to be going ahead with this idea. But Zucceta had, in recent months, been a slave to her own curiosity.
And this was most curious.
She tapped a button on the side of her helmet, and two things would occur; her voice would become modulated and disguised, and she'd hail an open channel with the vessel.
"Greetings, alien being! It is I, Earth's grandiose hero--the Great Saiya-man Neo! Would you like to explain your presence?" During that simple hail, she'd done three different poses. It was good practice, after all, and all part of the disguise.
And so, Zucceta waited for a response.
[PL: 368,021
PL suppressed and disguised: 500 visible units]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 28, 2017 11:41:20 GMT
"Lady Wyntre." began Kiwano, his curiosity yet again piqued. Kiwano was a large alien with spikes adorning his body. Despite his Power Level of a few thousand, he wasn't really much of a fighter. As such, his duties were relegated to that of chief of staff. "Lady Wyntre, you've fallen asleep in the Gravity Chamber again."Yesterday's Gravity Chamber simulation routine had been like as it had been for weeks. Some new hypothetical situation, then a reliving of the sacking of Arcose and then some idealised situation in which she almost always inexplicably found herself falling asleep in. And so, for the third time in a row, she woke up on her throne, Brisk on her lap, as she looked over a prospering Arcose. A prospering Galaxy. Doing things in that sort of gravity just wasn't enough anymore. Being able go over and over the situation in which you died... it was painful. It probably wasn't the best for her mental health. Yet, it was a way to use her rage productively. But, more than that, it was a way to get revenge. She'd never admit it, of course: she thought herself above such things. She sighed, covering her forehead with her hand. "Computer, end simulation." Brisk faded away like one's vision would upon falling asleep, with Arcose itself following suit. When only the gravity chamber remained, Wyntre was forced from her slouched sitting position into one more becoming of the rightful ruler of Arcose. "What is it, Kiwano? You're my chief of staff, not my alarm, you'd have only woken me if something happened." Ooh. That came out harsher than intended. Kiwano already got enough negativity from Zexama and what constituted as 'play' to her. "Apologies for waking you, Lady Wyntre." Being called 'Empress' was a reminder of her failure, being called 'Lady' was a reminder that she could no longer call herself 'Empress' and few of the staff had the nerve to call her just 'Wyntre', something which she didn't have the nerve to tell them to do. "There's someone outside. One of those hero types, too."... Wyntre was having the strangest sensation of déjà vu. Was it only yesterday when another hero came up to her ship with no apparent reason? No, that one asked to see her in particular. This wasn't a temporal shift... just a coincidence, if there ever were such a thing. "Well... you know the drill. What's its name? Try to match its face against the records."
The ship, imperceptibly, began its scan. Thankfully, though, only the lower face wasn't nearly enough to identify someone with. "She's wearing a mask, the computer can't identify her. She called herself the 'Great Saiya-Man Neo'. Another thing, her power level is 500. Exactly 500. Do with that information as you will."Despite Zexama's antics, Kiwano was very good at his job. 500PL? A hero with 500PL? A hero, with the gall to somehow locate her ship (OK, given, it wasn't very hidden), had only 500PL? Wyntre has met babies with Power Levels higher than that. A suppression, it must have been. She remembered her conversation Kocha the day before (the very last bit). 'Saiya-Man' denoted 'Saiyan', didn't it? The person outside was either Saiyan or wanted to throw people off of her human secret identity really badly. By now Zucceta would have waited for a good twenty seconds. "All right. Computer, simulate what the camera's are seeing." That wasn't very specific, but the computer was smart. It didn't need specific. Much like the gravity chamber had appeared, it now disappeared. Taking its place was the snow of the outside and the winds of nature. She looked back at the live recording of her ship, thankful that she was actually in there. Not that she found it cold, of course, she just didn't really like the prospect of 1x gravity... She looked at the self-professed 'hero', not noticing anything strange about her. Hmm. "Computer, connect this room's audio to the external audio." Again, this wasn't specific, it could have meant any number of things. In many aspects the computer was the best source of conversation on the ship for Wyntre, excluding those times she talked to simulated versions of herself or the Administrator. I mean, sure, it wasn't training, but it alleviated the exclusion from the outside world. The Computer knew exactly what she meant: her voice would now be sent, quite loudly, actually, to around the ship. The Valiance was a monster of a ship. It was massive, yet sleek. Powerful, yet feminine. Reflective, silver. It was the capital ship of the Arcosian fleet and was fitted with the best technology available. Every and any part of the ship could have a gravity of up to 150x of galactic standard gravity. It had four engines of different types: only one was in use, but the Arcosian engineers in charge really liked back-ups. ... Yet, here it was, with a crew of half of the recommended number. "You have found the Valiance, the symbol of what Arcose once was and what it will be again. I am Wyntre Cold, Ex-Empress of Arcose. I have as much right to be here as you do." This wasn't a reference to her assumed Saiyan-ness, as one might have thought. It had more to do with the idea she had the same right to be there as any human, given her agreements with the Administrator. "Do you have business with anyone on this ship, myself included?"Base PL: 266,412
Mastered True PL: 3,196,944
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Zucceta
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PL: 379,083
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 28, 2017 14:52:12 GMT
Minutes passed, and Zucceta received no obvious response from the vessel. The disguised saiyan royal could clearly sense at least two energy signatures within the ship, and yet she found no response. It was obvious that they wouldn't just be entirely ignoring her; it was highly likely that the ship, then, had some sort of sensor technology. She hoped it wasn't super advanced; it'd be a shame if her secret identity was blown, and she didn't want her curiosity, and her decision to engage Wyntre, to blow up in her face. Literally, probably. Her tail twitched, slightly nervously.
She began to whistle, before raising into the air and tapping on the side of ship. "Hellooooooooooo-" She started, before a voice emanated from the ship. Quickly, she dropped back down and cleared her throat, a blush hidden beneath her visor.
Wyntre re-introduced herself to Zucceta, and also introduced her ship. The Valiance was indeed a fantastic vessel, although Zucceta held very little interest in the specific technology that held such things together. She wondered, briefly, how it would compare to her own Imperator ship after some of the improvements and fixes she had made recently, adding some useful Blue Banner technology to the vessel (including a sweet food-drink materialiser. Humans knew how to make comfortable technology. Food tubes were no longer required).
The two ships were probably much the same, although the gravity was confined to a few chambers. Things could get messy, otherwise. 'Liquefaction' came to mind.
The Great Saiyaman Neo smiled and dipped her head. "It's an honour to meet you, Ms Cold. I had no idea Earth had such an important guest at this time," she lied, "or else I wouldn't have bothered to disturb you. That said, I'm here now. Perhaps we could talk?"
She sniffs the air, and feels the wind brush her face as her hair and cape ruffled in the same breeze. She smiles. "I feel there's a nice day ahead. Maybe you could come out? North City has some of the best coffee. Or I can come to you."
One minor thing disturbed the ex-queen of saiyans. The old empress said that Valiance would once more be the symbol of the Arcosian Empire. She was going to re-enter that political sphere? And how? Would she attempt to stick to her utopian ideals, or would her death have darkened her heart?
Zucceta hoped not. The galaxy was already in a great mess, almost directly as ramification for her own actions over the past three years. An angry, powerful Empress Cold would only make things worse. |
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 29, 2017 10:41:31 GMT
Strangely enough, the ship did have equipment that would enable it to look past the superhero's mask as if it were never there to an absurd degree of accuracy, but that was mostly used on inorganic substances. And for good reason, too, as the method emitted enough dangerous rays to skin a sheep.
"Lady Wyntre." He began again, thinking of how best to say to Wyntre what had been said to him. An exact relay would just be stupid, so he tried his best to find to make her words fit into something that you'd speak to an Empress, even if she wasn't quite an Empress anymore.
The Computer could tell that her next words were not for the outside and acted accordingly.
"She is saying something, is she not? What is it?"
Kiwano hurried up. "She says it's an honour to meet you." Well, at least she was being respectful. It was too often when Wyntre had, in her admittedly few and far between excursions to the planet's cardinal cities, been mocked and jeered at by pretentious ignoramuses who believed her to be an affiliate of the Mazoku Dominion merely because she was an Arcosian. There was also the matter of whether or not their brief words together could even count as a 'meeting'... but, given the fluid nature of such poorly defined words, she decided to let it slide. "She says she didn't know Earth had such important guests at the moment, and if she says that if she knew she wouldn't have disturbed you." Well, her not knowing she was on earth was expected. Was it expected that she make herself known to the Blue Banner Army? They probably knew she was here anyway, the Administrator might have been able to 'sense' her. "... Wyntre, she's requesting to see you. For a talk." Oh?
"Kiwano, I mean you no offence, but I'd rather hear her with my own two ears without an intermediary. Computer, replay what she has said since I had spoken to her."
And it came to pass that she listened to the stranger in the stranger's own voice. She didn't recognise it, but it was still off somehow. Artificial, perhaps? The more likely cause was cyborg implants. All the cool kids were doing it these days.
Yes, she wanted to talk. Talk, that she could do. But... coffee? Coffee was the drink of peasants. Coffee gave energy for long days of physical labor: she did not need this. She was, as she told herself, a cultured individual, and only the finest wine would do. She had the finest wines on board... strong wines... wines so strong they showed up on scouter readings.
She spoke in such a way as that the Computer knew that she intended for this to be sent outside, and it was made so. "The outside is flawed and heavily populated." She was going to say 'full of idiots', but that might have been too honest. "I haven't tried Arcosian coffee any more than once and I can say with a reasonable degree of confidence that coffee made with care and consideration would be better than the mass-produced stuff found here." And, yes, perhaps that was the case, but there was always the possibility that she had tried the coffee at too young an age and had adamantly refused it since, despite the possibility of her liking it. But, more than anything, it was a justification for not going out there with this stranger and finding out. "If you truly wish to meet with me... perhaps we can spar." You could tell from her voice that she still wasn't used to saying that. 'Spar'? As in, 'train'? It almost sounded like Wyntre was investing attention into becoming more powerful. My my, things certainly have changed.
She spoke in a softer voice. The Computer knew exactly what this meant. "Computer, open Entrance 1." And, for extra dramatic effect, the Computer decided that it would slam the door behind the hero when she entered... assuming she'd even do that much.
Sometimes, fighting simulations just weren't good enough. Perhaps fighting simulated Zuccetas just wasn't it doing anymore. Perhaps the time she spent fighting (and then usually either killing or imprisoning) simulated Zuccetas was only working to make the day when she actually got her hands on her less intense. But, alas, such an opportunity might never come up again. And, if what she heard was true, perhaps the situations in which the would meet would be such as that violence against her wouldn't be in her self-interests. In such a situation, as she had often told herself, her rational side would keep any lesser desires such as petty 'revenge' in check. But, that was only what she had told herself.
"You seem like a good person. Kiwano, if you would, show the 'superhero' the way to the Gravity Chamber."
Here she was, inviting a stranger to train. Well, talk, but mostly to train. She truly was desperate at this point.
"Computer, 1x gravity. We don't know what our new friend is accustomed to."
Kiwano, as soon as he heard his name, immediately knew what he was to do. If he didn't consider serving the Empress Lady a reward in its own right, he might have considered asking for a pay-rise.
"Greetings, Great Saiya-Man Neo." He knew better than to not be respectful to strangers. Greeting people wasn't exactly his job, but he did it anyway. "Do come in, it must be cold outside."
On her way through the leviathan of a ship, she wouldn't see much. Much of the specialist rooms: barracks, dormitories, engine rooms and such, they were behind closed doors. Despite this, even by going through the shortest possible passage to the Gravity Chamber, one would gain a sense of scale at how much stuff could fit in it, yet how empty it was.
"Here it is," he said, if applicable.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 5, 2017 19:20:42 GMT
There was another pause in the conversation. Great Saiyaman Neo sighed and scratched her chin with her right hand, while her left foot tapped the frost-claimed dirt. Zucceta shivered slightly; not moving and exercising in Yunzabit Heights was a death sentence. She began to hop from side to side, before Wyntre's voice boomed out. The outside is 'flawed'? Yeah, that sounds like Wyntre Cold all right. "In my travels of justice, I found that Earth does food and drink far better than a lot of worlds--you'd probably like the coffee here more than on your home-world. Not sure what type of coffee bean would even grow there, in comparison to a Terran brew. Still, though, there's good coffee and bad coffee anywhere."
The disguised saiyan warrior's eyebrows quirked up beneath her visor as the empress suggested that they spar. So, the Arcosian was taking her training seriously? That seemed different to the Wyntre that the saiyan queen had killed; although strong, she hadn't been as dedicated as Zucceta and had paid the cost. "This Saiyaman would be honoured to spar you, ma'am! But, know this; that these fists of justice have no limit, or regard for noble blood! I will fight my very best!"
The entrance nearest Zucceta opened with a hiss of smoke and the mechanical whirring of hydraulics. Zucceta whistled. "She was always one for dramatics," she whispered to herself, before stepping into the vessel.
The door slammed shut behind her. The hero feigned a look of shock. "Oh, my!" the Great Saiyaman Neo gasped. Play into it.
Then, she was approached by Kiwano, the spikey alien. "Pleased to meet ya. Great Saiyaman." She extended a hand to shake his, although not before glancing to make sure his hands weren't ENTIRELY covered in spikes. I wonder if he ever feels prickly, she punned to herself, repressing a visible smirk.
"Yeah, its pretty cold at Yunzabit," she grinned, "although I imagine someone with a name like 'Wyntre' must be used to it. I wonder why they're all named like that?" Zucceta said, realising something about the world that she lived in for the first time. It felt as if she was circling some major revelation about her own name, but then it was gone. "Whatever. Don't think it matters."
Zucceta walked through the ship for what must have been at least a couple of minutes. It was a large vessel but... empty, devoid of all life asides from herself and the butler, as she took to thinking of him. "Nice place you've got here. Ever consider renting some of the rooms?" Zucceta joked.
Great Saiyaman Neo entered the dedicated gravity chamber, and whistled at the size of it. It was pretty vast, maybe even larger than the training room aboard her own Imperator, although she wondered if the environmental simulation was up to snuff in comparison to her own facility. "Not bad, even for royalty." And the caped crusader bowed her head, red cape billowing behind her, unfurled brown tail twitching in the air. "My lady."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 6, 2017 4:25:37 GMT
Yes, there was good coffee and there was bad coffee. But, really the only difference between the two was what made of it. All tastes were opinions, all 'good's conveyed bias, all 'bad's conveyed subjectivity. Wyntre's point was that the coffee she had tasted was the best coffee on Arcose and that the produce of Arcose would be objectively better than the produce of Earth... the thing was, though, that merely by having genetically-perfected coffee beans, more skilled coffee makers, millennia of experience mixing spices for the most well-received flavours and a masterful control over the coffee's molecular make-up did not mean that their coffee was objectively any better. This was why Wyntre really liked her wine but didn't commit those who didn't to psychiatric hospitals. She accepted the sparring request, then. A few things about her wording intrigued the Arcosian, however: 'this Saiyaman'? Would this mean that there were more Saiyamen about? No, she decided, that was probably just a mannerism, an exuberant manner of speaking used to conceal one's true feeling. Wyntre knew all about that. The other thing was her supposed willingness to fight at her best. She still had a measly Power Level of 500, yet she felt that she had to warn the Empress that she would be using her Full Power? She was either an idiot, suppressing her Power Level or an idiot suppressing her Power Level. She got the strangest feeling that 10x wasn't nearly enough.
This had been a good day for Kiwano. He hadn't even seen Zexama during the entirety of the day and— while that almost certainly meant that she was up to something horrible— he was glad for the peace and quiet. Kiwano did not think much of this mysterious new superhero figure. He had heard about her in the news, he had heard about some of the heroics she had gotten up to. Kocha claimed to look up to her. Kiwano didn't care too much. It was his job to make sure that the ship ran as well as it could and that Lady Wyntre was satisfied. Despite having the wealth available to him, he refused to retire until Wyntre was reinstated on the throne or until driven insane by the Majin. "Sorry about that," he said, referring to the door, "The Computer likes to scare newcomers sometimes. Consider it a sign of affection." The Computer was strange like that. Kiwano, being Kiwano, blamed Zexama and her equally nuts sentient scouter. The two shook hands. "I'm Kiwano, the Chief of Staff around here." He didn't say it with pride, as someone who worked hard for the position. He said it because it was useful information that might have come in handy later. 'Kiwano', coincidentally, was also the name of a fruit called 'Horned Melon'. Don't look into that. "It's happenstance, I'm sure. 'Wyntre' is just another form of 'Vintr', the feminine form of 'Vetur', the name of her father." Emperor Vetur, as Zucceta would have known, was the Emperor a decade ago. He ruled through power and fear but was assassinated when public opinion inevitably turned against him. There was also the matter of the cold, but Kiwano decided not to reply to that bit in particular. After all, the guest might have taken offence if she learnt that Wyntre did not think the outside was very cold at all. It's best to be safe with that sort of thing. "Apologies, this usually would have taken about half of the time. I just want to make sure we don't get too close to Zexama's chambers. I don't think she's up to any good." And, not too long after, they were there. "No, no. We've had 'aliens' come by and request somewhere to stay, who are we to deny them? We are in no need of zeni. Anyway, we're here. I won't go in for..." you could almost see the flashbacks of Zexama in his eyes, "... reasons... but you go on ahead. I'm sure it'll be an enjoyable spar. Just don't call her Empress." Kocha and Zexama were freeloaders in this regard, non-crew members who were just sort of... around. The Gravity Chamber. A masterpiece of holographic/hard-light/whatever-new-technology-the-Arcosian-scientists-came-up-with technology and, as one would expect, gravitational manipulation. The Saiyan knew when to bow, then. Good, Wyntre liked her already. She had, at first, found herself fixated on her tail, but she snapped out of it. Now was not the time to think about Saiyans. "Great Saiyaman Neo, I presume?" It was rhetorical. She knew exactly who she was (well, who she claimed to be). "Thank you, I'm quite proud of it. Not just the gravity, but its simulation capabilities. Computer, would you mind showing our friend here the sort of thing I use the simulations for?"Reality, having realised that it was late for work, promptly left. Instantly, they were surrounded with black. Void, in every direction, to a seemingly infinite extent. But, less than a fraction of a second later, reality forced its way back into their perceptions. They were on Earth, still, but very much so on a different part of it. It was raining, too... and was that a Full Moon? This was the attempted Saiyan Invasion of Earth. Oozaru crashed about on the street as figures fought in the sky. Seconds later, they were still on Earth, but yet again somewhere else on it. If they were to look to the skies, they would see Mazoku vessels, but also Arcosian ones. In the sky was Xylo and his forces attacking Earth's best. Elsewhere, Wyntre and Zexama were taking the opportunity to not just defend the planet but also dethrone Koldar. And then, once again, reality shifted about them. But, this time, they were not on Earth. No, this was Arcose... Arcose, during the sacking. Oozaru smashed buildings with delight as lasers were shot around enthusiastically. Screams, shouts, pleas. The smell of melting buildings. The stench of burning flesh. Above them, Queen Zucceta and Empress Wyntre fought it out. She lost count of how many times she had defeated the simulated Saiysn. She had lost count of how many times she was defeated by her. All of that, in only a few seconds. Very quickly they found themselves back in the gravity chamber, safe and sound, a smile on Wyntre's face. "I'll let you have authority over the simulator as well as how strong the gravity is, effectively letting you choose where we are to spar and in what gravity. Do note, however, that I have been accustomed to 150 times standard gravity for more than a year, so you don't have to worry about that."She entered a battle pose, ready. She wouldn't need to use her Royal Form yet, she decided. Let's see how much she's suppressing."Oh, and that reminds me: you can stop suppressing your energy now. I do hope I'm not foolish in trusting authority over the chamber to you, but you seem like a decent chap." 'Chap' was used neutrally, of course.
 Base: 266,412PL Mastered True (in-use):3,196,944PL Royal: 4,262,592PL Wyntre was given Zucceta control over the Gravity Chamber. She can still revoke it at any time, however, and the computer can recognise if the Great Saiyaman Neo is legitimately trying to harm the Arcosian! Accumulative Damage: 0%. [3/3KP] |
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 11, 2017 21:55:34 GMT
"Yep, that's me, the Saiyaman of Earth," the costumed saiyan nodded, hoping beyond all hope that her modulated voice and specific vocabulary choices were distinct enough to disguise her true identity from her old victim.
The Great Saiyaman glanced around as the room simulated different warzones. Tow warzones that Zucceta had directly caused, another that was almost undeniably related to her own past. Xylo would be held accountable for his own actions, but he had worked with Zucceta.
Is she doing this on purpose? The disguised warrior wondered. Maybe the ship had some advanced sensor that had identified Zucceta somehow, and the Empress was toying with her. Still, it seemed unlikely.
Moments later, the room was restored to its normal state. "Wow, that is impressive, for sure," the hero said, her voice low. "A bit bleak, though?"
"Computer," she stated, "take us to a beautiful, empty Namekian plain."
She pauses. "And one hundred and fifty times Terra gravity."
The room dimmed to that total, empty black for a moment, before the two women were standing on blue grass, ruffling beneath their feet in a simulated wind. In the distance, tall trees with cerulean leaves leaned in the breeze, and green ocean waters crashed against the cliffside. Asides from the great, oppressive gravity acting on the fighters, the scene was as peaceful as it came.
"This is more like it."
Wyntre could tell that Zucceta was suppressing her ki? That figured. 500-odd units was pretty low, even for an Earth-based hero. Still, full power?
Something told the disguised saiyan that the Arcosian would probably be capable of handling it, to a point.
"Yeah, fair enough." A white aura roared around the costumed hero, and suddenly that five-hundred units was skyrocketing to one-hundred, two-hundred, three hundred thousand units, and then further still.
A smile curled on her lips. "You're tough, Lady Wyntre. I suppose I can show you my secret technique..."
Her aura flashed golden, and the coal hair sticking out from the back of her helmet shimmered with the same energetic colour. Beneath the visor, her eyes would turn from that dark hue to a vibrant teal.
"Soooooooooooo-pah Saiyaman!" She announced, a gloved hand rising into a peace V-sign, two fingers pointing towards the artificial sky.
Internally, Zucceta went through a brief checklist of things to do:
1) Don't get cocky. Saiyaman persona slips when you get cocky.
2) Remember to change attack names and postures slightly. Wyntre would recognise a few of them, otherwise.
3) No point doing Soopah Soopah Saiyaman.
She nods to herself. "You ready?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 16, 2017 5:37:26 GMT
"You have seen, in order: the SSE Invasion of Earth, the Mazoku Invasion of Earth and the SSE Invasion of Arcose. That middle one didn't happen— not yet, anyway— but I go through that scenario in case it ever does happen." She tried to read the superhero of her reactions to her simulations, but couldn't seem to read any useful body language and the methods available to her to read her facial signatures would have intruded upon what she was clearly trying to hide. "Thank you, thank you. It's amazing, what can be achieved with the technology of today." Bleak, though? Was it bleak? "'Bleak'? I've never really thought of it as 'bleak'. The Sacking of Arcose, you instance, is where I died and where I watched my people burn... it was my emotional response to that which allowed me to tap into a new power, a power beyond my fourth form. Perhaps you'll see it before the end of the day. It is useful, it motivates me... but, yes, I suppose it's 'bleak'."Two things began to intrigue the Arcosian: first of all, Namek? Why Namek? What did this presumably-Saiyan Earth-based superhero know of Namek? Previously, it had been a mostly insignificant and lonely planet which housed a peaceful and agrarian race. Later, it had become the capital of an autocratic and evil interstellar Empire. Either way, it hardly screamed 'nice place to fight'. There was also the matter of what gravity she chose to use: 150x? This was odd, indeed, but also worrying. Merely being powerful wouldn't have allowed you to just walk in this sort of gravity, you'd need to have gotten, at least in some part, used to it. Why would a superhero feel so capable and so confident that 150x is the right amount? Super Saiyan. She was a Super Saiyan. Of course she was a Super Saiyan. Gold flowed around in its aura ki-form, taunting her. Everywhere she looked, Super Saiyans. Everywhere she turned, Super Saiyans. She didn't even leave the room, but, alas, here she was, face to face with a Super Saiyan. She exhaled and got a hold of herself, as her being a Super Saiyan wasn't her principal worry. 5,520,315PL.That was... Wyntre didn't think she could defend against such a Power Level. I mean, yes, sure, she had certain techniques, but this was a spar and not a death-match. Even her Royal Form, which had usually sufficed in defeating any of her more aggressive troubles, would not have been able to surmount such a power. It was... enraging.Enraging that there was still so many out there with so much more power than her. Enraging that, despite her constant training, some idiot in a costume could come up to her and show her that her most powerful form wasn't good enough. How many more would do this? What was the point of coming back to Arcose if some ignoramus with some obscene power level power could pop out of the woodworks at any given instant and kill everyone? It was demoralising, it was insulting and it ticked Wyntre off. "I suppose you deserve, then, to see the power I had reached." She did not look demoralised, or insulted, or ticked off. She didn't seem to have minded the transformation, or the power, at all. But, for those who could sense energy, it was there. Ki moved about Wyntre's body strangely as she began the transformation. "Very few know of this transformation, Saiyaman. Consider yourself among the first to be beholden to it."Her height increased with an explosion of purple ki. Her eye colour shifted entirely to purple. Her head bio-armor began to change. "And, although that may soon change, know that I have never been defeated in this form. It is the Royal Form, the Legacy of the Ancients."Ki burst around her in an explosive purple aura. She increased in size again. Her head bio-armor changed its shape to something resembling what you might have expected from a cobra. "I wasn't expecting to use it so soon, but to stand a chance against your power, what am I to do?" She allowed herself a laugh. She increased in size again, ending up at more than 2.6 meters, a very considerable change from her original size of more than a meter less than that. Her transformation seemed to end and she tested out her finger and hand movements. She had her tail swoosh before her eyes, admiring its increase in size. "Yes, yes, this will do nicely." Despite the physical changes in appearance, her voice was only a bit deeper and a bit heartier. "I am ready." She entered the Arcosian Serpent stance. "Begin."
 Base: 266,412PL Mastered True:3,196,944PL Royal (in-use): 4,262,592PL [3/3KP]
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Post by Entirely Ed on Sept 22, 2017 7:42:53 GMT
Zucceta your PL gains are 6723OLD PL: 379,083 NEW PL: 385,806 Wyntre Cold your PL gains are 6372OLD PL: 339,695 NEW PL: 346,067
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