With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? (Saga) Sept 2, 2017 13:44:47 GMT Kizuki and Samba like this
Post by Zucceta on Sept 2, 2017 13:44:47 GMT
"Approaching orbit of critical structure," an automated female voice echoed through the halls of the Imperator.
Zucceta massaged the sleep from her eyelids with the palms of her hands, as Bamboo Brew espresso steams in a short mug on her table. So, they'd arrived. Good. This would all be done with soon, one way or the other. She takes the steaming mug to her lips and gulps the hot, delicious bitter brew in the space of seconds. The bags under her eyes fade immediately. Blinking, she cracks her neck and pulls on her original, scarred armour set.
The saiyan warrior was no longer filled with with an overwhelming desire to war, or even fight. She still enjoyed the thrill of combat and competition, but that could now be satisfied by sport. Her blood no longer boiled with rage. The majority of her anger had drained out of her. In practical terms, it had meant her active training had slowed down while she'd tried discovering other elements of herself that were impossible to cultivate under the Saiyan Solar Empire, even as its ruler. It meant that, in terms of her own power, she was not totally prepared to face Xylo, the Bad Green, by herself.
Fortunately, she had friends and allies who would help her. Hopefully, they'd stick to her plan, as mentioned before--not to conquer or harm Namek, but to fight and defeat Xylo and his minions. That was the only goal here.
She hoped Habana and her soldiers would hold her to that ideal. If they did, there was hope for them.
The Imperator dipped into the atmosphere, clouds hissing around it as the giant pod-like vessel plunged into the rural planet's atmosphere. Zucceta had never been to Namek before. She'd wanted to visit it as queen, to reaffirm an alliance with the Namekians from an ancient treaty. She'd sent Mayze, and Pin, here--and they'd killed Xylo and his friends. That was a long time ago. Now the balance of power had shifted, vastly, in the Mazoku's favour.
The Imperator slows as it dips below the lowest level of cloud. The metallic ship hovers above the great Castle Mazoku. If Xylo and company hadn't sensed their arrival, there'd be no way that they could miss this.
In signature fashion, Zucceta was already standing atop the ship, arms folded, her body glowing with the golden aura of the Super Saiyan form. Electric eyes assessed the castle. Xylo would come. Briefly, the old queen wondered what he would feel.