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Post by gogmagog on Sept 4, 2017 10:42:30 GMT
|With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends?|
Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 2,814
Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl + DE | PL Multipliers: N/A
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It only take a few moments for chaos to disrupt the serenity that Nameks was in. Bird chirped and children played in the warmth of the suns. The occasional cloud disrupted the suns gentle rays, giving a moment of chill. A breeze rustled through the trees, shaking away the dead or dying leaves making way for the new ones to grow. All was calm. It could even be said that Gogmagog himself was at ease. His mind quiet as he trained in the Castle.
This wouldn't last long though. The sun was blocked as a ship desended down from the sky. Villagers began to panic and people looked for cover. From a small room the ugly mug of Gog peered out. His dirtied 'white' beard clung to his face desperately as Gog scanned for a guard. "Oi! Was goin' on?" The Demon shouted, demanding an answer.
"The Sayians! They're attacking!" A guard replied as he held close his prefered weapon, making his way towards the door ready to join his brothers in arms.
"Guess they is gon' need me out there than." With a groan Gogmagog exited the hallway, his body riddled with S hooks. These hooks were pierced into the Demons flesh and each one held a weight. This was a highly primitive and disturbing form of heavy weights. Blood and discharged oozed from the entry points of the hooks. Every step Gog took was pain as the movement force the weights to jolt. Through this pain though Gog would become stronger, and that was all that mattered.
The Demon pushed his way through panicking citizens and angry guards. His eyes trailed up to the sky to see that ship coming down. What seemed to be a smile crossed over the Demons face, although if he was standing in front of a mirror it would have been sure to smash. "Can' wait ta get me a git ta smash."
Gogmagog pushed himself off the ground, and levitated around. His eyes watched as Xylo and a few others began 'negotitions' with the invaders. It already seemed a but crowded over there. So he floated towards Rhytid, he'd had a few encounters with the Warrior and to be honest Gog would almost consider him a friend.
"Don' worry lil' green 'un. Me is 'ere ta keep ya safe." The voice would be coming from behind Rhytid as the horrifying appearance of Gog touched down. The Demon far too eager to fight. Gog's knuckles cracked a few times before he slammed his fists together. As he did so a second set of skeletal arms pierced through the Demons shoulders, more blood came along with them as the pryed their way through the skin. Seconds came the muscles, it weaved and wrapped itself around the skeletal arms only to be followed by the blue skin.
OOC Notes: Used Four Witches Technique
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Post by Chili Pepper on Sept 4, 2017 21:47:24 GMT
[94,358 x Akhotto Kosho (x6) + Heavy weights = 141, 537 Thread Pl]
A quick but blocky ship broke into Namek’s atmosphere, the Sparver carrying the current leader of the Galactic Patrol; Chili Pepper. The small dog sighed as the ordeal that was laid out in front of him came to mind. Ever since the catastrophe with Vi-Poi the pup felt as if he was walking on eggshells with every new leader he talked to. His mission today was to confront Xylo, but avoid conflict and avoid angering him. The most Chili wanted was some respect for a fallen comrade and for Xylo to be a good leader for his people. If the past were an indication Xylo would be as tyrannical and deadly as he had previously, that being said Chili hadn’t gotten any information about the namekian people suffering under their new leadership. As far as protocol was concerned, the Patrol doesn’t overthrow governments even if they are maniacal, but a life was to be protected.
However the closer he got to the ground the more he felt a growing pressure all in one general area, it was nearly impossible to count all the people involved with all the overlapping energy. Chili’s heart raced wondering just what he got himself into, there is only one thing that could gather that much raw force and that was a fight. Something the pup had wanted to avoid in his trip here.
He set his small craft not much bigger than a saiyan spacepod to autopilot and began a landing sequence somewhere in a namekian plain, leaping prematurely from the cockpit. Beefing up his power level quickly and aiming like a missile at the center of that tension. Figuring if Xylo was going to be anywhere he would be there, though he couldn’t have prepared himself for what he found as he arrived.
There was a crowd, with a few faces that Chili knew nestled amongst the rest. He managed to spot people who were rather infamous and needless to say wanted by the Galactic Patrol. Zipping in the pup landed closer to the middle rather than either side and looked amongst the people. “Chili Pepper of the Galactic Patrol, here on a diplomatic mission.” He looked to Zucceta and Xylo both, being people Chili would like to apprehend, but both of their powers made his legs shake. “...mind if I ask what is uh… going on here?”
Eyes darting to the faces that flanked either side of the conflict here and seeing diversity on both sides. Not one hundred percent sure what to make of the clear amalgamation of forces that had met on the battlefield. Swallowing hard he spoke up again “Is this some sort of free for all?”
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Post by Samba on Sept 4, 2017 23:12:23 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 4,054,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16P) |
Alarmingly powerful energy signatures were started to breach into the atmosphere of Namek, immediately throwing pandemonium upon her people when the looming sight of a battleship emerged from the clouds too close to Castle Mazoku. Cries of the Saiyans finally throwing their attack reaching his ears yet Samba didn't look away from the large ship as it hovered there with a dangerously familiar and powerful signature reached his senses.
'She's here... Zucceta!' His fists clenched mightily, the skin hidden under his fur turning almost paper white at the pressure being put on them. Years of bottled up emotions coming to the surface as he debated what to do. On one hand, he could go and immediately challenge the Ex-Queen into a battle, simply to settle things between them, or rather to settle the emotional train inside his heart. He didn't even care that she could toss his ass up and down across the whole region of Namek, as long as he got to slam a punch right in her face would be so cathartic for the hulking Wolfman.
On the other hand; his eyes tracked the flying form of Xylo as he went to talk with Zucceta and her entourage, possibly confront her about why she was here as if it wasn't obvious enough already. He spotted the form of Rythid nearby, and also that strange fleshy ball that he heard about thanks to Xylo after they talked a little, knowing how important that ball was if everything turned to shit the Zoan approached Rythid and the one holding on to the ball, merely raising a brow in greeting at the Namekian.
"It seems everything turning to shit in a handbasket soon enough." He crossed his massive arms and aimed a scowl up at the ship above them all. "Especially now that she's here, alongside whoever she decided to bring with her." It wouldn't surprise him at all if Zucceta somehow had the current Queen of Vegeta and her Commander stashed inside her ship.
After her arrival, many more people started to come out of the woodworks, he could count a few familiar faces throughout the chaos, like Kizuki, Ais, and Gogmagog, but the rest was a mystery for him and quickly brushed aside until they decide to do something rash, like attack Xylo or the sealed ball standing close to him.
But then a strangely familiar signature arrived, and Samba couldn't contain his shock. "What is he doing here!? Why here and why NOW of all times!?" He couldn't really fathom why the leader of the Galactic Patrol would show his face here, except the answer to that came quickly. He was obviously here to potentially stop any chaos from occurring or even apprehend Xylo and Zucceta for the crimes they have committed in the past.
He gritted his teeth, he didn't want Chili to see him defending Xylo but it seemed that luxury was well and truly out of the window. If Chili tried to start shit with him then he'd get shit back, he wasn't in the mood for arguing with the small pup so he better stay away from him.
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Post by Queen Habana on Sept 4, 2017 23:57:43 GMT
It was strangely nostalgic for Habana as the Imperator landed vaguely reminding Habana of the Empire’s failed invasion of Earth. For most of the Empire the Invasion was an incredibly sore point, the big brick wall that had halted the juggernaut like advance the Empire had made across the universe after Zucceta’s attack on the Arcosian Empire.
But for Habana it was actually a rather pleasant memory, sure the fact they had lost had been unfortunate but ultimately a victory there would have been quite bad, Zucceta had at least back then shown no real interest in maintaining Earth, she’d wanted the planet, not its people. But that was not what made the memory pleasant, where everyone else had been looking for conquest Habana had just been looking for a good fight and to make sure her friend survived if things went sideways.
And BOY had she gotten more than she could have ever hoped for, and not only that she’d gotten a friend. Maeve was, despite the absurdity of the circumstances, one of her closest friends.
Today however Habana felt fairly certain she WOULD be getting a fight that could very well compare to what she had gotten back on Earth. But almost certainly would not be making a friend of today’s enemy. Maybe though one of the others would find there own Maeve among Xylo’s forces.
Zucceta had made her intentions very clear and thankfully there would be no issues, she’d made it quite clear that Xylo was the goal for the day and not some conquest of Namek, ideal as Namek’s conquest had not been much of a thought to Habana, it would likely be far better to simply try to repair what had existed before Xylo had gone and ruined everything.
Then maybe she could get her plans back on course.
Where Zucceta had taken her position atop the Imperator just as she had back on Earth, a somewhat dramatic way of showing that they were here and calling out Xylo without uttering a single word Habana wanted to make a somewhat equally dramatic showing, though where Zucc wished to be the first one they saw Habana was more interested in waiting Xylo and his forces group up before she made her entrance.
Thankfully it was mostly working, Zucc was joined by Pin and Cipher rather quickly and not long after more and more energy signatures back approaching, Habana only even began contemplating making her way out when she felt one very specific energy signature, the strongest of the bunch. Only vaguely familiar as while she had sensed it before it was in rather distracting circumstances.
Xylo had arrived, and his arrival heralded the appearances of several more powerful warriors all bearing unfamiliar energy signatures, Habana had begun making her way through the Imperator once she’d felt Xylo’s arrival quickly joined at her sides by Raca and Jala. Raca had outright refused to not be involved in the battle and Habana had little ground to deny him, and if she allowed Raca at her side she could hardly deny Jala as her mother was far stronger than the Warrior Namekian.
Exiting the ship Habana stepped into the air walking higher until she approached the others moving to stand with Zucceta and as directly opposite from Xylo as she could without outright standing in front of her friend. “Hello Chili, I suppose you could say that we are also here on a diplomatic mission of sorts. Removing Xylo from control of Namek and I suppose by extension the dissolving of the Mazoku Empire” Habana said speaking calmly and giving the bulked up canine a grin, it was rather unfortunate that they had not gotten to speak as much as the young Zoan had wanted but she did remember him from his rather amusing effort to meet with her.
Xylo wanted to move things away from the castle and into the Scar, Habana remembered the battlefield vaguely from her ‘fight’ with Riku and saw no particular reason to deny it as with as far as she had seen it was simply a vast open field fit for a brawl and considering the number of powerful warriors present that was likely going to be very necessary.
“Moving things away from the city is fine by me, the Scar is probably a more ideal place for this anyway considering just how many we have on both sides, I WILL regret not being able to smack your smug face through your castle though” Habana said with a sigh “You know I was rather enthusiastic about the day you and I would finally actually go at it a while ago. Now though I’m mostly just really pissed and very eager to start bashing your skull in” Habana said crossing her arms over her chest and letting go of her restraints on her energy her aura quickly erupting around her once as she entered the first super saiyan form, and then once more with a bit more ‘oomph’ as her body bulked slightly as she entered the second stage. While even he paled in comparison to Poi’s power Xylo remained a threat that more than necessitated the use of this form.
“Are these all your warriors? I was really hoping the demon that killed Mayze would be around, I owe him a beating as well”
While Jala had readily followed Habana to stand with the other powerhouses and he had most certainly had every intention of doing so himself Raca found himself pausing half way in the air as her surveyed the potential enemies, it hurt his heart to see several non-Mazoku standing with Xylo.
However among the fighters there was one in particular that was the reason he had halted, Raca blinked as he looked at the Namekian standing against the Empire, it was like looking into a strange sort of mirror though his reflection lacked the armor of the Empire and instead wore the traditional Gi of the leader of the Warrior Caste.
For a few moments Raca wondered if this was his mind playing tricks on him, a sort of ‘what if’ on if he had decided to stay with Namek or instead simply never allied himself with Habana in the first place. But he could feel the other’s energy signature and while it was familiar it was distinct from his own.
It was familiar however because it felt strangely similar to his Fathers, and it was that connection that brought it all together for Raca. “Rhytid?” Raca said likely far too quiet for most to hear while so focused on the tense atmosphere but quite easily heard by the keen ears of a Namekian.
Jala glanced from her spot next to Habana noting that Raca had stopped half way into his flight to take his spot at Habana’s other side, he appeared almost completely transfixed by one of the other warriors, a Namekian that…
Jala blinked a few times herself as she spotted the Namekian, the fact that Raca seemed so confused by his presence eased the fact that she almost immedietly thought ‘man that Namekian looks a lot like Raca’ she’d used to be almost entirely incapable of telling most Namekians apart aside from those with REALLY distinct differences, thankfully actually working with them now that Vegeta had it’s own community of Namekians made noting the subdued differences easier.
Unfortunately before Jala could check on Raca she felt a surge of power from one of the warriors at Xylo’s side a warrior fully encased in a Earth style ‘battle jacket’ that appeared to be provideing her with a massive boost in power, a boost the warrior was now using to build up some sort of technique despite Xylo’s claim that they would be moving somewhere else.
Jala glared at the warrior and like Habana had done before her let go and transformed activating her super saiyan power but that would not be quite enough to contest the power the armored warrior had, and so Jala initiated her overdrive briefly a whirring noise similar to what the armored warriors technique was emitting came from Jala as her eyes took on a bright orange glow and the gold of her super saiyan hair began to pulse slightly brighter.
Now at her full power Jala would also begin building up her power leveling a glare at the armored warrior as amorphous energy formed around her right hand.
Habana Base PL: 400,288 | Habana Current PL: 10,807,776
Jala Base PL: 300,216 | Jala Current PL: 6,004,320
Jala begins chargina [SU3] A Moments Notice | 1 Post of Charge
Raca Base PL: 200,144 | Raca Current PL: 2,001,440
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Post by Basil on Sept 5, 2017 1:37:29 GMT
After all that had happened against the last Super Saiyan he'd seen and barely surviving the encounter (thanks in no small part to some fuzzy guy that made squares out of triangles that went boom), you would think Basil might have had learned his lesson when it came to people invading planets. Recent encounters had revealed to him that he was a small fish in a very big pond, but nevertheless there was honor among thieves! Maybe that was why he'd decided to come back on over to Namek where he figured all the boys were headed. After his Pod breached through the atmosphere, the Makyan would remove his Scouter and plug it in through a jack on his monitor interface. Swiveling his camera about, he was getting some absolutely titanic readings from the ground. In a panicky flutter of zooming, swiveling, and scanning, he was able to see that Big Beans was here alright. He'd been looking for that sucker ever since the pep rally on Namek, and here he was in the green, head fin-bearing flesh. He could spot a few more allies on the ground from where he was, but there just as many unknown people down there it seemed like. Scratching his head and ruffling his 'do, he'd grunt in dissatisfaction. Unplugging his Scouter and hook it back over his eye, he'd grumpily crank up his hard rock music and take a mean swig from his grog. He'd gotten lucky last time, but luck could only go so far. Upon his touch-down, he'd boot open the door to his pod before shutting it back up and sealing it by remote. Bill was safely tucked behind the back seat, as usual. Licking cheesy dust off of his fingers as he made his approach, he could already feel the tension in the air. Maybe it wasn't all lost, though. Not only was Xylo here, but so was Kizuki! When did he come crawling back out of the grave? He'd have to save the reunion for later, though. There were a lot of fighters around, and it was hard to say who was going to make the first move. Making sure to calmly and quietly creep over to a pocket of allies (those being Namekians, Ais, and Gog), he would watch eagerly. There was no telling how this throw-down was gonna go, but it was gonna be a doozy. He knew how formidable of a team Xylo and Kizuki could make, and that was ages ago. They'd both grown unfathomably stronger since the good ol' days when the trio had first met. Fond memories of his fist bouncing off of Kizuki's head filled his mind, filling him with pride. Strong as he was, he'd never let him live that whoopin' down. He would look between Ais and Gog, and then look at the Saiyan atop the ship who was already glorious, golden, and geeky like the rest. ''Hey yous twos. How ya been since we put dat one monkey in da dirt? Ya fink we's gonna win dis one?'' Sure, he was a little nervous. It was right to be. Both sides had a fair mixture of powers that had arrived, yet the thing that worried the Makyan was most of their kili signatures weren't around the level he'd felt from that Saiyan he'd assisted in killing. It felt ugly, but deep down Basil believed Xylo would have to have something up his sleeve.
Basil has arrived!
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Sept 5, 2017 3:05:23 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 396,617
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 8,934,692/10,309,260(Suppressed) |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: SUPER MAJIN (x31/35) |
Behind the Imperator two small vessels shot across the Namekian sky. Designed for stealth and speed, the two pods would go largely unnoticed by those who looked upon the ex-Queen’s flagship. With all eyes draw to it and the golden warriors that gathered atop it, among others, the Commander of the Empire’s military forces and her close friend were given little attention. Even as they closed on Xylo’s stronghold, they would remained cloaked by the shadow of the larger vessel, the energy within hidden by the enhanced field that the pods generated.
Hovering in silence beneath Zucceta’s ship, Shemha waited as numerous signatures gathered. Many she did not know, but out of those that she did, a number of the stronger were individuals she wouldn’t have expected to be on Namek. Having last seen Levlidian, Samba and Durian on Earth, she wondered what reason they might have to be here. Where they allies of the Mazoku Lord? If so it seemed her talks with them about forming a separate organization to combat creatures like Xylo, Vi-Poi and what Habana might become were for nothing. It was likely for the better as the latter of those three was a warrior Shemha would never side against. Perhaps they had just seen through her.
”Let’s go, Meridia.”
With the short order given, the door to Shemha’s pod hissed open nearly in unison with that of her comrade. Dexterous fingers gripped the edge of the entryway and with a small tug she broke free of the cramped space. Signature suppressed to what those on Vegeta would remember, the Commander chose to hide her true strength for now. So close to a populated area she doubted combat was likely to erupt just yet, too many others were at risk. Beyond all the faults she found with Xylo, she was aware he looked to protect those loyal to him.
Up around the Imperator the Majin and demon floated. Clad in her normal attire, a tunic similar Walker’s last known outfit, she bore no emblem of the Empire. Neither did Meridia, the girl clad in a white dress not at all fitted for battle. Despite their lack of traditional garb, those who knew them understood what side of this conflict they stood on. For those that didn’t, the position the female’s took behind the pair of Queens left them with no reason to declare.
While Meridia appeared almost nervous in response to where this was likely going to lead, Shemha wore a neutral expression. Mentally she was in a better spot than she had been on Vegeta, in control of her emotions for the time being and prepared to fulfill her roll in this. In silence her eyes shifted to those gathered on the side of the Mazoku, eyes lingering on Xylo and the strangely different Plato. Sure it was him despite the different feel of his signature, it seemed the fallen King lived once more. As she suspected until now, death was far from the end for those with adequate will power.
Did that mean even if they took care of Xylo here and now, that it would only be temporary or was resurrection only possible once? Arms folded across her chest, Shemha waited to see how this would develop. Whether Habana and Xylo chose to duke it out one on one or this spiraled into an all our brawl, she was prepared to defend her Queen and those under the banner of the SSE.
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Current PL: 297,463
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Sept 5, 2017 7:41:31 GMT
Amongst the gathering of saiyans and namekians a sudden flicker of power would make itself known. A faint ring, like the chime of the bell, would echo out throughout the gathering creating a contrasting presence that clashed with the ominous air that hung over the battle field. Stepping from nothing, the golden Kami: Maeve Rakshasa would stand before the entirety of the Mazoku Dominion's forces with a confident stance. She paid no heed to the others that stood on her side (other than a few sideways glances toward Habana, Zucceta, and Shemha) before she stepped forward to gaze upon the demonic namekian with her burning gaze.
"You who would call yourself a demon lord..." She began, her voice both quiet and stern as she extended one of her many arms to the side. "I have come from the planet Earth and the realm of the Makai to challenge your would-be servant." She extended her fingers, claws grasping for something that wasn't there when suddenly she took hold a vibrant white light that seemed to appear from nothing. "I have felled many evils in the name of peace and though I do not have quarrel with you, but..." She slowly unsheathed a glowing blade from thin air before spinning it through the air.
Bits of light flickered off the mighty blade as it spun and slowly revealed the great cleaver: Fateburn. The Katchin infused blade sparked with a line of black and white electricity as she stabbed the blade into the soil, ready for battle. "...If you do not relinquish Ouroboros I shall be forced to fight you as well. Though, I can't speak for my friends or their grudges." She merely said as she looked back once more to Habana."Whatever battleground you pick I shall follow, though I do respect your wishes to keep innocents out of our clash." She frowned, her expression softening slightly as she looked to the cowering. Such a sight caused her headfins to droop with a bit of pity and shame that she was a factor in it. She couldn't help herself, but she couldn't be distracted. She had her own mission to deal with. She could only pray that Habana knew what she was doing with Xylo.
"In all honesty, I am only here for Ouroboros." Her eyes closed as flickers of her master's tear stained eyes flickered through her heart. She slowly opened them moments later as she looked upon Xylo with pure determination.
"...and I'm not leaving without him."
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Post by Sax on Sept 5, 2017 13:42:16 GMT
[Sax's Thread PL: 21,731] [Heavy Weights Active] [Weighted PL: 5432.75]
A rush of panic had enveloped Castle Mazoku; a group lead by what many had assumed was lead by the SSE. Pandemonium continued to spread. Though several more level headed members of the Mazoku Dominion tried their best to keep themselves together; the most courageous among them were fools to not admit they were at their limits. As part of the effort to lead the innocent away and into hiding, Sax had ordered his personal squadron; Kiribi, Keredi and Somonon to take charge in doing so along with Viola, whom Sax refused to let anywhere near what was about to happen. Though decidedly on edge; the Mazoku's second in command donned his armor and headed out towards the front gates. He had a duty to his people; to defend them should things go awry; and most of all...
To save Xylo from himself.
It needed to be done, and it would come, but for now Sax had to figure out how the situation was going to play out. Who knows, the enemy might be far more merciful than anyone had expected. Perhaps Xylo already knew what Sax was thinking. Unfortunately it was far too early to tell for sure and this uncertainty near enough ate Sax alive from within. 'You can do this. You have to. For Namek.'
Seeing several allies and enemies taking their stances outside the front gates; he had a hard time registering them all beyond those that were either of notable presence or particularly infamous in his father's books. Watching as tensions rose, Sax took his stand next to Cassia and the pulsating orb that contained the Mazoku Dominion's Secret weapon.
Soon enough his focus trailed away as the worried gaze under his helmet fell on Xylo. It would be plain to see for Cassia that the kid was very worried. 'Dad...'
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Post by Zucceta on Sept 5, 2017 17:46:39 GMT
Mazoku Namek was a vortex of ki. Saiyan, namekian or otherwise, it all combined into a chaotic frenzy of power. Those who were just learning to sense might feel a head-rush, as if dizzy, or a headache.
As green figures massed on the vast castle below, two androids followed Zucceta to the roof of the Imperator.
Lady Death. It had been some time since someone had called her that. The saiyan warrior stared into Pin's purple helmet, as if seeing him for the first time. An eyebrow slowly arched over the course of his request.
The android could only be referring to Ginge, a soldier who had tagged along with the group. None else who travelled with them would benefit from the transformation. Was Ginge worth it?
Probably not. I'd be exhausted before the fighting begins.
Cipher approached, levelly, and cautioned the opposite approach to the opposite android. Zucceta couldn't help but chuckle to herself. "We'll see how the tide turns, gentlemen."
Her nose wrinkled, as if smelling something faint but odorous. She could sense something, a familiar energy--only... she had never sensed it before. And yet it reminded Zucceta of herself. And it was approaching. Could it be the woman whom Defrosch mentioned? Really? Now? Here, of all places, at this most pivotal moment?
An Arcosian had approached the ship, and, sure enough, possessed the cock-suredness of the majority of his species. "We'll see what Xylo wants," the saiyan warrior said to Ais, icily.
Ah, there he was. The Namekian set down on the top of the ship, opposite the female saiyan. She smiled. Little malice was in her grin. "Hello, Xylo. You're well, I hope?"
Her electric eyes lock with his, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm not here to make war. My blood is combat, but nobody needs to die today."
Her eyes narrowed at an approaching signature. Another powerful saiyan, and one she didn't recognise. Her smile tightened. A part of her hoped he would be opposed to her, and yes, it seemed he was. She noted his stance, very similar to her own. Her oceanic hues hungrily observe him, her canines glinting toothily in the alien sunlight. Any unknown Super Saiyan was somewhat fascinating, and he certainly was far stronger than even the basic Super Saiyan. "And you are?"
Next to approach was Plato. Zucceta recognised the ki signature, although it had been... changed, somehow. When he appeared, it was in some sort of spectral form. Lady Death squinted. "Despite me sparing your ass when you tried to wreck that city, did you die somehow? You're lookin' mighty... pale." He said a bunch of stuff that she mostly ignored, but it was clear that he was opposed to Zucceta and co.
The next person of note was someone from a 'Galactic Patrol'. Zucceta had never heard of them. Still, it was a good thing he was here. She gave the dog man a thumbs up. "Give it a minute."
Habana appeared. It was a fun arrival. Sometimes you just had to enjoy the drama of a moment. She had recognised the dog warrior, and gave a somewhat aggressive speech. Might have to pull the rug out from underneath her in a second.
Habana taunted Xylo some, and Zucceta looked away to roll her eyes. Oh yeah. That royal pride was definitely present, although it was definitely common for Habana, anyway.
Finally, Maeve appeared, turning herself out of thin air as was her wont. Zucceta blinked a few times. She wasn't used to that ability. Bloody demon magic. Wish I had some of that good stuff.
With the team assembled, Zucceta turned her full attention back to Xylo. She knew about Namekian hearing, and didn't bother using ki to increase her volume for the Namekians below. "As much as I want to fight you and your friends, what I really want is the end of war. I'd like to achieve that without bloodshed, if possible."
She steps forwards, until she's inches away from Xylo, and offers the Namekian her hand. "Come with me and Habana to Earth, or a similar neutral zone to this conflict, where we can discuss a peace between worlds. If not..."
Her muscles tighten and bulge, before a flood of electricity begins to spark around her body, her front bangs further defying gravity. "I'll get what I really want." Zucceta's hand holds steadily in the space between herself and the Mazoku Namekian.
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Queen Habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Sept 5, 2017 22:29:40 GMT
Zucceta - Rhytid - Pin - Tabu - Gaivahros - Ais - Ginge - Kailie - Cipher - Xylo - Sagi - Levlidian - Kizuki - Durian - Plato - Gogmagog - Chili - Samba - Habana - Basil - Shemha - Maeve - Sax Here is the post order ladies and gentlenerds, no excuses for posting out of order and remember we're working on a 48 Hour minimum for any skipping, this thread is as of several hours ago now CLOSED so nobody else is getting in without some exceptional circumstances. Up next is Rhytid |
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Rhytid
Moderator
Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
Great Namek (x5)
Meikai no Senshi (x8)
Zeni: 2,040
Tag: @rhytid
OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
Posts: 413
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Post by Rhytid on Sept 6, 2017 1:04:32 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? || GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: None |
It seemed Rhytid had arrived on the soon-to-be battlefield earlier than most. An anxious, ferocious gaze continued to stare into the Golden Saiyan, but it seemed like she wasn't even acknowledging Rhytid's existence. Truth be told it insulted him quite a bit, but that feeling of incompetence was overshadowed by his resentment.
Forces from both sides poured out from hiding, more than likely alerted of the invasion. The first familiar face he saw enter the scene was Tabu. Seeing him struck a chord of concern within the Leader...Tabu was strong than most Namekians, yes...But in a fight like this- he was an even easier target than Rhytid himself was. With a shaky breath, Rhytid glanced back, muscles still clenched in anxious anticipation.
Once Gaivahros stepped onto the scene right beside Rhytid, the Warrior felt a little more comfortable. The Heran had grown, for sure. Whether he was ready to take on this ungodly powerful menace was another question, though. ''I wouldn't call it 'good'.'' Rhytid replied bluntly, before sighing at Gai's next words. The Namekian shifted in a somber silence, blinking slowly. ''Right...We did our best. Whatever that will help.'' He parroted in uncertainty. More and more fighters poured out of the Saiyan's ship, only strengthening Rhytid's uneasiness. Whatever today would bring, Rhytid had already accepted the consequences.
The next to show up was a face that, funnily enough, soothed Rhytid's uneasiness a fair bit. The one he used to vow an enemy of the people, Xylo himself. Honestly, he was still far from an ally in Rhytid's eyes. After all, he was the one that declared war on the Saiyans in the first place. The Mazoku lord might have doomed them all this day, leaving Rhytid with no choice but to reluctantly fight at his side.
It sickened him, yet he had no choice. The only thing Rhytid truly sided with in this conflict was Namek itself.
Xylo was quick to approach the golden Saiyan directly, the woman that accompanied him choosing to approach Rhytid's side almost way too casually. Rhytid blinked a few times, eyes of disbelief glancing at the fleshy ball pulsating on her back. ''Uhhhh...Hi...?'' Rhytid let out, eyes lowering at the pulsating ball. It reeked of evil energies, and sent a shiver down Rhytid's spine. Was this the infamous Sealed Ball? Xylo's secret weapon? ''...Nice to know I'm on that devilish thing's side...'' He muttered under his breath.
Demons never really bothered him, but fighting on the side of something so blatantly evil...He couldn't help but feel uneasy.
More and more people stormed onto the tense 'battleground', including a blue stranger that landed right next to Rhytid and the others. He anxiously chuckled at his words, replying with a cynical shrug. ''Well, looking at the ungodly powerful Saiyans ready to tear our heads off...I'd say you better run if you're not ready to die.'' Rhytid spoke bluntly, continuing to stare at the giant ship.
Much to his own surprise, a Saiyan of all things landed at the Namekian's side. His appearance was odd to say the least, but from what Rhytid could guess, the stranger had a bone to pick with the Empire. Rhytid scoffed at his words, ''The hell do you think?'' Rhytid sneered, sending a brief glance toward the scarred Saiyan. ''THAT.'' The Namekian pointed at the giant ship, swarming with powerful allies of the Empire. ''Or should I spell it out for you?''
Before Rhytid could even think of his next action, his senses went haywire as more and more monstrously powerful people stormed onto the battlefield. Each and every one of them trumped Rhytid's strength without a question, but whose side were they on? The Namekian could barely keep up anymore, ultimately deciding to just fight for his own sake, and keep his gaze locked onto the Saiyan ship.
Suddenly, his hearing was overloaded by a burly, deep voice ringing through them. Despite its intimidating and disgusting tone, it was one Rhytid knew all too well, and funnily enough one that soothed his nerves just a tiny amount. He turned his head to face Gogmagog, never having been happier to see the peanutbrained Demon than today. ''Take care of your own safety first. We'll all need to pull our own weight if we want to make it out of this alive.'' Rhytid spoke toward Gog, and the rest of the fighters present around him, glancing toward each of them.
Samba too came onto the scene shortly after. Rhytid knew of his hatred against the Saiyan Empire all too well, memories of that day they witnessed the horrors on Yardrat flashing back to him. The Warrior hoped with his entire being that today would not turn into such a bloodbath, but such decisions seemed to be out of his power. That wouldn't stop him from trying his damn hardest, though. ''...Just give it all you have. It'll be tough, but we might have a chance.'' Rhytid spoke toward Samba, his tone dead serious. Understandably, he wasn't really in the mood for snark.
''...A very slim chance. But a chance nonetheless.''
All too suddenly, three monstrously powerful energy signatures came out of the humongous ship. Saiyans that triumphed Rhytid's strength a thousand-fold, one of them the strongest of all he could sense. Rhytid picked up most words spoken thus far with his sensitive hearing, and it seemed that everyone had their sights set on Xylo, much to his surprise. Some of the Saiyans even spoke of peace, and not wanting bloodshed...It shocked Rhytid greatly. ''What the hell are they talking about...? Peace...? They must be lying.'' He muttered lowly to himself, his gaze intensifying. The Namekian had such a negative bias against the Saiyan Empire, that ultimately, he denied the Saiyans' words. Rhytid simply couldn't believe that they were only here for Xylo.
If that were the case...Then what of Yardrat? What of the Arcosian Empire that suffered countless lives at the Empire's hands? What truth did their words truly hold...?
But then, something happened that made Rhytid's very thoughts freeze to a standstill.
His eyes had travelled away from the Saiyans, and over toward the final energy signature he felt. ''What the...?'' Rhytid gasped in disbelief, blinking a few times to refocus his vision, as it finally landed on...A Namekian. This strange Namekian had taken notice of Rhytid too, as if the two had laid eyes upon eachother at the exact same moment. But when the Namekian suddenly let out Rhytid's name, the Warrior choked.
''...How do you know of my name?''
Rhytid's voice was soft, yet any Namekian would be able to pick it up. His muscles twitched for a brief moment, mouth hanging open in disbelief. How did this Namekian know of his name...? He was a stranger...! Yet, at the same time...He felt so familiar. Too familiar.
The Warrior Caste Leader took no chances, flat-out ignoring everything that went on around and behind him, to leap off the Castle's ramparts. In that moment, Rhytid's fears were nonexistant, completely overtaken by his sheer curiosity, and this all too vague sense of familiarity. He HAD to know about this Namekian. How he knew of Rhytid's name, and to figure out what this strange nostalgia was that he felt.
He passed through whatever was in his way, ignoring all the planet-shatterers around him and simply keeping his gaze locked onto the Namekian. ''You-'' Rhytid let out in a soft tone, continuing to walk forward, his eyes only widening as he did so. Rhytid only now had a good, clear vision of what he looked like. It was like he was gazing into a mirror.
For that moment, the world stood still for Rhytid.
Nostalgia clouded his mind with a million questions, yet no anwser.
Not yet.
''...Who are you?''
TAGS (ONLY TAGGING PEOPLE RHYTID INTERACTED WITH): @gaivahros Lord Xylo Sagi Shi Levlidian gogmagog Samba Queen Habana
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Post by Pin on Sept 6, 2017 2:30:06 GMT
Pin sneered behind his helmet. Of course it was too much to ask of Zucceta to use any technique that didn't directly benefit herself. She didn't even properly acknowledge the request. He immediately regretted even wasting his time to ask the question. What was more the other android, Cipher, made an attempt at reassuring Pin. Promising to protect the Saiyan forces and ensuring they did not fall. What a joke. Pin didn't bother to give either of them a response.
Even if he had intended on debating the merits of the Oozaru form, or even just expressing his indignation at their responses, there was no time. An Arcosian arrived, addressing them flippantly as if they were unexpected and inconvenient house guests. Like an aunt from out of town who forgot to phone and insists on staying overnight. Pin's helmet revealed the Arcosian to be no true threat - small potatoes, really. Pin could have fun toying with this one before showing what happens when you're rude to the Empire. But again, there was no time. More warriors were gathering in the vicinity, some stronger than others but none of them particularly dangerous.
That is, until -he- arrived. The Mazoku Lord himself, Xylo, arrived on the scene. He addressed Zucetta in a similar manner to the Arcosian, but at least he had the strength to back it up. At first Pin thought Xylo might ignore him completely, might have forgotten they'd ever met. Honestly, Pin had undergone a bit of a makeover since they'd last crossed paths, but a savvy onlooker would be able to pick up on the stylistic flags that made up Pin's signature ensemble. And Xylo - however briefly, even dismissively - did pick up on it when he glanced Pin's way. There was recognition there. Recognition of an old foe, though not of a foe worth fighting. Pin fought back his frustration. His helmet's scouter was off the charts reading Xylo's power. Pin wouldn't stand a chance. So instead, he stood down, held himself back. The time was not right.
Pin was composed. He was calm. Then Kizuki came onto the scene. As powerful as ever, Kizuki carried himself with that same self-assured arrogance as before. Nothing about this traitor scum had changed, save for his immense power and the fact that there wasn't a jagged piece of Pin's own leg sticking out of him anymore. Kizuki shared some words with Xylo about Zucceta, about the Saiyans themselves, ever the cocky lieutenant and never the true commander. Until this point, Pin had remained silent, preferring deference to his Queen's impending arrival and even the authority of an ex-monarch to take command of a warzone. But now...now Pin could no longer resist. He reached up, removing his helmet just as Kizuki took on his golden form.
"Been a while, Kizuki," Pin said, a smirk crossing his face. "I see you've got a new look, too." With that, Pin ran his fingers through his own golden locks, an intentional design decision from a previous bodily upgrade - one that was intended to resemble the Super Saiyan that Habana had so graciously named him to be. "I gotta say, I think it looks better on me."
Pin could head the ringing alerts from his helmet's speakers from under his arm signaling the arrival of more warriors. He watched as one of those warriors approached, oddly pale and frankly otherworldly in appearance. This warrior in particular went on quite the tirade against Zucceta, about her crimes and invasions. Pin thought it was a little much - this was not the time for soapbox speeches, especially poorly written and rehearsed ones.
Then came a small, gruff voice. Pin looked to see where it came from, and his eyes fell on a surprisingly familiar site. A little dog in a little red suit, representing the Galactic Patrol, of all things. Pin's relationship with the Galactic Patrol was...spotty and complicated, what with the White List having operated in questionable legal territory, and one of their highest profile jobs coming from one of their operatives. Still, Pin knew this little fuzzball from his trip to Earth oh so long ago. They'd clashed then, and he wondered if he would have to fight the adorable - but distinctly more jacked - little guy once more. He wouldn't hesitate if it came to it. The Galactic Patrol had no place in this fight.
The voice of his Queen responded to Chili Pepper of the Galactic Patrol, naming their mission as a sort of diplomatic olive branch. But her message was clear - Xylo goes, or he goes down. Either way, Namek no longer belongs to him or the Mazoku. Pin nodded along with her, agreeing with everything that came out of her mouth, along with her message to Xylo himself. He loved watching Habana work, watching her flex her authority. He sometimes forgot that she was the Queen, that she had this much control and this much poise, since she rarely leveled it against him or their mutual friends an acquaintances. She was so often casual with Pin that seeing her in this formal setting was both jarring and striking. He almost wanted to applaud, but he restrained himself.
When the Kami of Earth arrived, levying accusations of evil against Xylo and the strange...demon ball thing? It almost became overwhelming for Pin. He'd seen skirmishes, seen battles. This was probably the greatest collection of immense power Pin had seen in one place in his entire life. Even those warriors that barely registered as threats for Pin were far stronger than average, were all frighteningly strong in their own ways. Whatever happened here this day would be significant, would be worth recording and remembering.
Zucceta made a proposition for Xylo to come to a neutral zone, to talk over the conditions of what would likely be his surrender, or else there would be necessary violence. Pin had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and kept his hand at the ready to draw his pistol if that violence broke out unexpectedly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2017 12:32:21 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 25,086
GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 25,086 (Base Form)
Such a large turnout, the Heran thought to himself. He began to second guess whether this was an occupation or some sort of secret party that he didn't know about. He wasn't even invited either. The notion made him somewhat sour.
No, this was definitely something else that wasn't going to be all party poppers and balloons. Emerald green eyes shifted up into the sky as Gaivahros took notice of something; a figure in different shades of blue that contrasted against the green sky. He hadn't seen someone like Ais before, the first time of him seeing an Arcosian. The alien felt sure of himself. At least someone was, the shrouded one mused in his own thoughts.
It didn't take too long before more people began to turn up, one after the other. Some of them came from the flagship to join their fellow Solar Empire brothers and sisters, while others came from the castle and around it to broaden the Mazoku forces. Five, seven, ten, fifteen—so many other fighters joined in the standoff, and all of them held more power than the Heran. There was a reason for his unease, after all.
But then he felt something close by. A great surge of power. Gaivahros snapped his head towards where it was coming from, and watched as a large, royally-garbed Namekian made his way out and drifted into the air. So this guy was Xylo, the Heran thought in rhetoric. It was no wonder so many people had spoken so highly of him, whether it was in praise, in regret, or in fear. This person had the power to back up that reputation. The feel of his ki made Gaivahros sweat, and the power coming from Zucceta didn't help matters either.
A shadow cast over him quickly drew his attention away from Xylo, and was now cast upon the girl beside Rhytid. She didn't seem perturbed by the events ongoing, and gave a rather calm greeting to the Warrior Caste leader. But what caught his attention more was the ball on her back, large and fleshy. Gaivahros blinked, and questions ran through his mind. "You, uh… That's a really big pimple you got there," he joked with a slight chuckle to his voice. "You should really get that checked out."
The next person was an Ogre, another race that Gaivahros was unfamiliar with. He glanced at the figure, sizing him up and taking note of him. Sagi's words, however, were not so encouraging. "Well, on a scale of one to, let's say, thirty-five—in terms of how screwed we are—I would say… about twenty. Little over half." He smirked from under his shroud, taking note of the Ogre's own. "Loving the cloak, though. Gotta spread the new trend around here."
A Saiyan approached the group before touching down with them. Gaivahros turned to watch him, eyes narrowed and gaze fixated like a hawk watching its prey. Although this person's ki was weak, that wasn't what kept him cautious. He knew very well that this man was a Saiyan. For a moment he pondered if this was some sort of sneak attack from behind, although Levlidian's words of aid gave ease to the Heran's tension. Rhytid's outburst, however, not so much. "Ah, don't worry about Rhytid here," he responded in a light manner. "He's just a little stressed. A good massage and a hot bath and he'll be all perked up again!" He gave the Namekian beside him a playful nudge on the shoulder with his fist. "But if anything… I guess you could help with making sure this doesn't spill out onto the innocent. You can… y'know, be my sidekick. We'll have it covered."
Before Gaivahros could even offer a comrade-like pat on Levlidian's shoulder, something huge shadowed him and the rest of the group. A large bellowing-like voice erupted from behind him, startling him and making him turn around with a yelp. Gaivahros looked forward, but only saw the creature's chest. This demon, Gogmagog, was a clear foot taller than the Heran himself, and almost as wide as he was tall. As much as he was in awe, Gaivahros couldn't help but speak with irritation, "Holy hell! Jeez, you—Don't… don't sneak up on us like that! I near had a damn heart attack!" He let out an exasperated sigh, trying to calm himself. "I mean… y'know, thanks and all. It'd be nice having a nice big… wall to protect us."
Two more players joined the game, and their appearance made the Heran almost squealed as he watched them floating above. A big, almost childish grin formed on his face, though thankfully obscured by the scarf of his shroud. "Look! Dog warriors!" he exclaimed to Levlidian as his emerald eyes sparkled at the sight. "So… sidekick… what do ya think? You think they might let me scratch their ears?" Gaivahros had no intention of trying to hide his love for animals.
But before he awaited for a response from the Saiyan, Gaivahros noticed Rhytid breaking away from the group. "Hey, Rhytid, wait! Don't split the party!" Despite his callout, the Warrior Caste leader had his mind fixated on something else. With a groan, the Heran shook his head. "God damnit… Alright, sidekick, you're with me. Gotta give Rhytid backup in case of an ambush."
Following the Namekian, Gaivahros jumped from the ramparts to the ground below, eventually catching up with his comrade. He was about to ask why he split from the group, but then turned to see the other just in front of the two of them. He paused, contemplating on their similarity, although he chalked it up to being that all Namekian's looked nearly alike, as shallow as the notion was. "A friend of yours, Rhytid?"
KP: 3/3
TAGS: Ais OOC NOTES: Tabu said I should skip him because of the hurricane, so... gonna post now.
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Post by Ais on Sept 6, 2017 22:52:41 GMT
Ais's gaze turned to Cipher with curiosity. He couldn't sense his power, either. Ais watched him for a moment, wondering if he chose to suppress his energy as well. He had never seen an android before (or at least one he knew was an android), and so that possibility was the furthest from his mind. He murmured something, but the Changeling couldn't hear what. Then Zucceta responded to him. Apparently, she was going to wait and see what Xylo was going to say. A look of confusion crossed the Arcosian's face. 'Are they... not here to fight?' Ais almost believed her, but his hate for Saiyans oftentimes bordered on the irrational, so he dismissed what she said as a lie. 'Yes. that must be it. Saiyans can't be trusted. Think we'll let our guard down, do you?' The confusion vanished quickly with this realization and Ais put on a polite smile once more. "Indeed. Let's see what Lord Xylo has to say." That was when he came; the man himself. Ais's smile did not fade as he bowed slightly, hovering backwards to make way for the Mazoku Lord. He still gripped his wrist tightly as he held his hands behind his back. 'No... this isn't fear. It isn't excitement either... or maybe it is, but it's different.' Ais wasn't eager to face these powers, necessarily. No, it was more what the end of today meant for him. He would get his revenge, or he would die trying. Either way, it would come to an end today. The Changeling looked over at Xylo as he suggested the fight be taken elsewhere. If one looked to avoid civilian casualties, that would be the appropriate course of action. Then came yet another familiar face to join them; Kizuki. Ais saw him at the feast they held not long ago. Ais didn't trust him, but it appeared to him that Xylo did. So he would take that as good enough for now. After a brief word with Xylo, the Saiyan erupted in golden light, taking on his own Super Saiyan transformation. Then came someone who was unfamiliar. His name was Plato, though Ais hadn't met him before and thus, didn't know his name. He had a rather... strange and unnerving air about him. The energy he felt coming off of the pale figure was quite powerful, but different. not like a normal person's energy. This invasion seemed to draw all sorts of interesting people. Once the strange man started speaking to Xylo about getting out of hell, that was when he realized... he was a ghost! The Changeling lord didn't believe in such things, but here he was, standing mere feet away. Whoever this man was, he seemed to have a bit of history with the one who seemed to be taking the lead. Then, to Ais's surprise, the ghost turned his attention to one of the men whose energy he couldn't sense and began accusing him of murdering his people. Not only was that surprising, he discovered then that the man was no man at all, but an android. 'Wait... can I sense androids? I don't think so... I can't sense toasters or washing machines.' He looked over at Pin next. 'Does that mean he's an android too? How fascinating.' Another fascinating thing happened soon after. They were addressed... by a dog. Ais had never seen a dog in person before, but he had seen enough pictures to know what one looked like. While this one looked like a dog, he was also different from one in several notable ways. He appeared to be neutral in this fight, introducing himself as part of the Galactic Patrol. The Arcosian had never heard of such an organization before. Then again, he never left Planet Kabocha until recently. He thought he could feel the familiar energy of Samba at the moment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the power he sensed coming. At last, the Saiyan queen showed herself. Ais immediately didn't like her attitude. The fact that she was a Saiyan, let alone their queen was bad enough. But she seemed to have that air about her that all Saiyans had. It was what Ais hated most about them. He felt his grip tightening around his wrist. That was when he realized what he had been feeling. 'Anger. Pure, calm, anger.' Calm though it was, it bubbled just beneath the surface of his facade, threatening to break out at any moment. His attention was stolen from the scene at the arrival of Basil, who addressed he and the other from the Gemini invasion. Ais turned his head towards Basil and spoke. "We will win. They're pride and arrogance will be their downfall. Plus, we have Xylo, the ball, and many powerful allies of our own. A garbage can full of monkey trash can't stop us." Ais allowed some of his anger to slip through his tone as he spoke to Basil. "Oh yes. They will quickly learn the error of their ways." He turned back to look towards their enemy after that. A Majin had joined them, though it was unfortunately not the one from Arcose. She was more powerful than the one on Arcose, in fact. But not so powerful when compared to the others that gathered. After everyone else made themselves known, the one at the head made a proposition; No war. Just negotiations. The Changeling almost wanted to laugh. 'I see your angle now, Saiyan. You must think us stupid.' Ais remained silent, however. It would be Xylo's decision in the end, though the Changeling Lord knew (or rather, hoped) that Xylo would make the right decision. Still, he stared on fearlessly at the immense power before him. One might expect for him to be frightened, or at least not approach the ship without any backup like he did. Truthfully, Ais no longer feared the Saiyans or their Empire. The way he viewed it, he saw the worst they had to offer. The things he saw their Empire and its most powerful fighters do hardened him. Granted him some sense of immunity to their fear-inducing power. 'I'm not afraid of you.' He stared ahead at Zucceta in all of her Super Saiyan 2 glory as he awaited Xylo's response. 'We are not afraid of you.' Ais looked over at the Mazoku Lord, eagerly awaiting orders.
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Post by Ginge on Sept 6, 2017 23:51:26 GMT
Ginge's PL: 61,696
As she finished making herself presentable, Ginge watched ever more energy signatures appear on the glass of her scouter. Some of them, most notably the few below even thirty-thousand, elicited small fits of laughter from the woman, and others silenced her there and then. It seemed that for every two weaklings who showed up below or above, there was one signature well into the millions. Some had even transformed after their arrival, sending one cold chill down her back after the other.
She didn't need her scouter to tell her how vastly overpowered she would be against those particular warriors.
Once she was satisfied with her new armor and the ship's descent into the Namekian atmosphere, the young Officer made her way purposefully through the many hallways of the large craft. It didn't take long to reach the top floor of the ship, and she followed momentarily behind her Queen outside and into the harsh light of the many suns of Namek. As soon as she had stepped out, her dark eyes passed over each individual present on top of the ship: a cocky lizard, a traitor to Vegeta, some furry creature claiming to belong to an organization she didn't have any knowledge of, and most importantly, a slug with so much power that the hairs on the back of her neck and tail were standing on end just being near it.
That didn't stop her from throwing a quick glare at the ascended traitor, of course.
However, the Saiyan knew her place in all of this, and held her tongue as her Queen spoke. A not-so-subtle grin spread across her lips as she felt her leader ascend to that status beyond even a Super Saiyan, and her tail wriggled for a moment in unbridled glee before she ceased it herself. Even if she felt like an ant standing opposite an Oozaru, she wouldn't have wished to be anywhere else when her Queen finally fought with the slug.
Tags: Kaile OOC: Nothing of import.
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