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Post by Tabu on Sept 7, 2017 0:01:27 GMT
PL 16,966 ||Transformations Active: N/A|| Current Pl: 16,966
Gain Bonuses: N/A||WC: 456 ||TWC: 725
Tabu raised an eyebrow as a blue skinned Heran soared up next to him and Rhytid, and began speaking to the Namekian. He frowned, "Yeah nice to meet you two. Don't mind me." He would say bitterly. Why should anyone notice him? It wasn't like he was that important or anything. He sighed, If I survive this I should really get out more, might help me with my training. He felt the voice within agree, with a slight air of 'I told you so.'
More and more fighters began arriving, and they were certainly bursting with enthusiasm. The Arocsian, Ais, in particular, was practically bursting at the seams with his desire to engage the enemy. The Namekian chuckled, reaching out to his comrade, Careful my friend. We don't want to piss off our unwanted guests before we are ready. Tabu cautioned telepathically, Just wait, we will slaughter them all when we are all here!
The sheer amount of flaring auras and ki's was beginning to grow overwhelming, but Tabu still felt nothing but annoyance, mostly at himself. I could easily be equivalent to some of these people, but instead, I choose the life of a tactician. A pity that is. During his ruminations, several more people arrived, all of them interesting, some more than others. For now, his gaze focused on the small dog who claimed to be on a 'diplomatic mission', "What do you think?" He sneered, gesturing at the two forces staring each other down, "This is the final battle of the war Patrolmen. From what I heard last, neither care about your little police force, so you might as well skedaddle." He said, dismissing the dog as a threat.
The motley group was completed with the inclusion of the SSE's leaders, Habana and Shemha were their names if the Namekian's memory served him. Their pure power alone nearly made him physically shake, but somehow he weathered the storm. What...what power! He shook his head, gritting his teeth. It wasn't looking good for his empire, they were too heavily outnumbered. But they would certainly reduce their enemies by a few on their way out!
The discussion of Xylo and his many foes stunned Tabu for a second. The Sayians, universally known as bloody conquerors, dared to speak of peace? It was obviously a joke, a hoax, a trick to make the Mazkou lower their guard. Tabu scanned for hidden power levels, but couldn't seem to sense and extra assailants.
Tabu would follow Rhytid towards the smaller group of powers beginning to congregate near the doors of the great Castle. He would grip the Namekian by the shoulder, "I guess I'll assist you today, no matter how it disgusts me. Do you have a plan?"
OOC: Sorry about butchering the posting order, Gai misunderstood something i said and i didn't want to fall behind |
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Post by Kaile on Sept 7, 2017 1:32:31 GMT
 i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” Cipher 24Well it seemed like it was about time to get things started, but as she neared the hovering ship she noticed several more starting to arrive. Quickly digging her foot into the ground she rocketed herself into the air and to the top of the ship where most of their allies seemed to be gathered. 'okay let's start from the top...' She began to take note of everything rapidly one by one as it happened, an Android by the looks of it... Power Level hovering around 6,082,560, seems to be an ally... Good. He's powerful, they'd need that power for sure. Next, it seemed the one that they had all come for, An enormous Power Level emerged, one even higher than the one she had previously sensed at nearly 10,000,000... This one however? 11,558,816! Almost 12 million! Kaile stared in fear at the royally-garbed Namekian as he approached Zucceta and the rest of the entourage, How were they going to beat that? Even Habana, at 10,807,776, wasn't at his level... But close... No, she couldn't let herself dwindle into this! Kaile quickly shook her head turning her focus back to surveying the area, another appeared at 53,060. Seems to have bulked, Power Level increased. Allied with Xylo, not a threat at the moment. An unknown for sure, but nothing worthy of focusing too much attention on. Next, someone on the outskirts it seemed. Kaile's head quickly turned to survey the outskirts of the gathering until she spotted it, 10,000? No... Impossible. Not even the weakest one inside of the gathering was that weak, he's clearly more powerful. Looks to be either a hybrid or a human, definitely hiding his true power. Threat unknown, Caution. Next, Another Saiyan to take note of, A Super Saiyan. Power Level was 256,997, but he was a Super Saiyan as to be expected if one traveled with Zucceta and Habana, so his true Power Level was seemingly around 3,854,955 unless he too was suppressing it. A possibility. Still, the more the better as Xylo himself would be a tough nut to crack. With that strange object where Xylo's companion, who sat at around 5,418,200, was guarding it. It was clearly important, so they'd need to send some kind of force to neutralize either the girl or the object, or both most likely. Another Power Level sensed, very low... 10? No impossible it was headed right for them, unknown entity, unknown allegiance. Neutralize immediately but extreme caution advised, the lower the Power Level seemed the more powerful that person likely was. The next one, it seemed to appear next to Xylo and seemed to have some extreme enmity towards Kizuki and Zucceta, Power Level of 304,726... Interesting. A direct threat, however, to Zucceta and Kizuki... Extreme caution but should be taken out immediately. Next on the scene was a demon she'd seen before, Gogmagog. His strength hadn't risen by much, hardly worth even noticing really. Without their star their true power was locked away just like her own, good. Then another appeared, a dog-person with a power level not that high above her own, 141,537, But... That thought was short-lived. He introduced himself as apart of the Galactic Patrol, wasn't that... Kaile's eyes went a bit wide, a flash of another dog-like creature... Far more powerful. And a single word uttered from her mouth "Kikoho..." Those nearby her position could hear her, Shit... He was far more powerful than he seemed, and potentially had the~ That's when her thought was interrupted. A very familiar Power Level she sensed, If one was there then... 4,054,032, Her head turned quickly and she saw it, "Samba...." She muttered to herself, quickly turning to Queen Habana "Habana, Watch out for that one!" She said, pointing towards Samba "His Power Level isn't as high as yours, but he knows a technique he calls the Kikoho. It's far more devastating than it might appear, more powerful than his Power Level suggests!" She might not care or even notice Kaile's warning... But someone around surely did! If not, they would be fools to ignore him. As she said that she did take note of exactly how powerful Habana was and her Golden Aura... It had lightning... Strange. She was more powerful than Zucceta, so perhaps a new form of Super Saiyan? Did Zucceta not possess this? or was she saving it as a trump card? It would be weird... Then again Zucceta was acting strange. Only time would tell. Either way Habana seemed eager to kill Xylo, so perhaps not all was lost. She had two with her as well, 6,004,320 and 2,001,440 respectively. The stronger of the two seemed to be preparing some kind of attack, probably a good idea. The next on her list was Basil, she'd encountered him as well before. 83,072? He was stronger than the last time, a true shame really... That he sided with Xylo. Shemha, another ally of theirs... she was completely hiding her Power Level, But she was definitely nearly as powerful as Xylo for sure! Zucceta and Habana wouldn't have brought her along if she wasn't. She looked like one of their elites with the way she carried herself, Only met her once but... Glad to see she was still with the SSE. Shemha also had someone directly accompanying her, Meridia. 297,463 was her strength, interesting. Another neutral joined the fight, seemingly wanting to destroy the object that Xylo protected. With a Power Level currently of 235,790, she was obviously hiding her transformations. A tentative ally at best. Another joined but his Power Level was low, less than 6,000... But he was directly joining the fray, so what was his true Power Level? So far that was everyone accounted for... It didn't seem like anyone else was joining the fray. Good, her attention snapped back to Zucceta who had now approached within just a few feet of Xylo at this point with an outstretched hand... Offering peace? PEACE!? What the fuck? Was this why Habana was so powerful? Had Zucceta grown soft? What was this? This had to be some kind of bluff right? There was no way that Zucceta was this far behind Habana, If she had truly gone the peaceful route... Then perhaps she had misjudged her when she left the SSE. But that's when her aura flared a bit and the lightning began sparking off of her form as well... Whatever form this was that Habana had, Zucceta had it as well. Good. Perhaps she was too quick to judge, that flare inside of Zucceta was still there. Their Ki was simply too close for her gut instincts to be wrong about her Sister, this would end with Bloodshed. While a Power Level of 9,477,075 wasn't above Habana's.... It put them even closer to being able to easily beat Xylo. The android from before with around 2 million Power Level hadn't made any motions yet, but he had taken note of a few of the fighers to join. Ais rejoined the fray as well, He had grown a bit more powerful... Definitely a threat here since he was on Xylo's team. The few other that had joined since she didn't bother taking note of with conscious thought, But what to do now? The ball was in Xylo's court, would he accept Zucceta's offer of peace? Doubtful. What to do, what to do... A smirk came across her face as she lifted into the air and floated towards Zucceta and Xylo, but she stopped about half of the ships length away from them. She had a simple smirk on her face as she stared at the two, she kept a mental note of where everyone was just to be on the safe side but... Only time would tell what exactly would transpire here... Should Kaile prepare herself? Maybe... But she wouldn't give away what her plan was, or what her Power Level truly was, just yet... No, she would wait for that. [ WORDS A LOT | THREAD A LOT | KI REMAINING 3/3 | Current Power Level 19034 ] |
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Post by Cipher 24 on Sept 7, 2017 10:38:15 GMT
It wasn't long before the Mazoku lord himself arrived on the scene. So this was Xylo. Cipher couldn't help but feel that the imposing namekian looked familiar. Hadn't he seen that face somewhere before? And then the recognition hit him.
The namekian from the bar?
Yes, that was definitely it. Shortly after the saiyan invasion, Cipher had gone to Vegeta to try and negotiate a peace treaty, and had ended up in a bar with Zucceta. Xylo had been there, trying to drink alcohol and burning the inside of his mouth for his troubles. The thought was like a pleasant memory. The pale android wished things could go back to the way things were.
He noticed a couple more arrivals, including the saiyan known as Kizuki. So he had decided to side with Xylo afterall. He really shouldn't be surprised. But then one individual appeared that caught his attention. Plato? It was him, no doubt about it. But something was wrong. Apart from looking deathly pale, his power just felt...wrong. "Good lord, what happened to you?" What had the Konatsian King done to himself? His words to Xylo seemed to be some indication. He had been killed...again. But that shouldn't have anything to do with this change. What had the man done to himself?
But then Plato's words caused shock to be replaced with anger. Was Plato seriously blaming him for all of Konats' suffering? Him, the guy who only sought to bring peace to the galaxy? His face hardened as he glared at the ghoulish man. Cipher was getting really sick of all this betrayal talk.
"I guess I should have expected this sooner or later," Cipher spoke up, his voice sharp, "You always were looking out for others to blame. The kashvaar, the saiyans, Breech, Earth, and now me. And yet YOU'RE the one who keeps dragging Konats into conflict after conflict. You, whose very presence brings death to 'your people'. I told you to forget about vengeance, to focus on looking after Konats, and yet here you are, freshly revived and already jumping into a war, dragging your poor world in behind you. But I shouldn't be surprised. After all, you are the kashvaar's greatest creation." Cipher's eyes bore into Plato's, not backing down for a second. "My only question now is, did you sell out Konats to Xylo willingly? Or did he demand you to and you bowed down to him?"
Then came something that was a welcome surprise to Cipher. Zucceta offering to simply talk this out with Xylo. She was presenting a peaceful resolution to this crisis. Looking around at the various fighters, he had his doubts if they would even allow it. But Xylo was the one in charge. Hopefully he would see reason and want to settle this without violence.
Maybe that brief time at the bar wasn't just a forgotten memory after all.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 7, 2017 10:44:46 GMT
A swirl of events transpired at once, though Xylo couldn't be bothered to focus on all of them. As the Namekian and Lady Death waited for Habana to arrive, a few of Xylo's supporters finally made their way to the party. The dog-man Samba had shown himself, deciding to hang back with Cassia and Rhytid, as well as a few wild cards he'd never met. Kizuki, even with all of his reluctance to oppose his kin, had also arrived. He stood readily by the Mazoku's side, Ki warping around him as his hair erupted into the molten gold of the Super Saiyan state. Xylo gave the time-lost Saiyan a nod, before turning back to Zucceta. "I've been well enough, I suppose." He gave a smirk to the Ex-Queen, before turning his attention to the myriad of fighters pouring from the woodwork. Other supporters arrived quickly, the oddest of which being in the form of a ghostly spectre. He'd sensed the energy of the dead before, and Plato, in his ghastly state, reeked of it. The Namekian frowned at the sight. "I'm not sure what you've got left counts as a body, friend. Nonetheless, it's a pleasure to have you back."Plato greeted Kizuki, before speaking towards Xylo telepathically. He offered to fight either the pale-faced machine or Zucceta. Xylo narrowed his eyes at the growing opposition, deciding to respond to the mental message quickly. "When the battle breaks out, keep this 'Cipher' busy. He's not much in comparison to the others, but he could be a nuisance if left unchecked. Take him out quick, and don't hesitate to shatter him. He's only a machine, after all."The next to arrive was a very curious one. A furry little dog man hopped into the fray, standing in the center of the space-craft standoff. It was funny; Xylo had thought the Galactic Patrol nothing but ancient history. Some old joke of a police force that had faded away long ago. This little fellow was quite strong, though. If a mere child in the Galactic Patrol had enough firepower to out-muscle a Saiyan Elite, then maybe they hadn't gone so far away. Still though, he was a child, or at least he looked it. Not much a kid could do in a fight. Getting him out of the way would be for the best, but he could tell just by the look on his face that he wasn't just going to leave. Maybe encouraging him would help speed this up. "It's simple, really. I've got trespassers-- invaders, if you prefer. I'm trying to get them off my property. Feel free to apprehend some if you're in the mood." He turned his attention off the dog-boy, and glanced at some of Zucceta's minions. "I'll warn you, though. You'll need to use some police brutality."Others arrived around the same time, like Basil and Gogmagog, but they were unimportant. The real target had finally arrived. Queen Habana, in all of her smug, Super Saiyan glory, stepped out of the ship. She walked on air, stopping next to Zucceta before turning to Chili and rattling off empty promises. The way she spoke revealed all Xylo needed to know; She was overconfident, full of herself, and hotheaded. Ending Walker had been too easy for her. It would be her downfall. The Queen turned to Xylo and taunted him viciously, causing the Namekian to chuckle. "You've got a temper, Halfling. What's wrong? I didn't kill one of your lover's did I?"Shemha arrived shortly after, but he couldn't focus on her. His ire for the Majin was high, but the two Queen's were much higher priority. Before Xylo could speak again, one of Habana's followers piped up. Her resemblance to Zucceta was eerie. It was like looking at two photos of the same person. Pushing past the oddity, the Mazoku Lord responded bluntly. "The demon is on his way. I'm sure he'll be happy to ruin you when he arrives."Xylo prepared himself to move toward the Northern Scar, but as he turned away from the crowd, another voice interrupted him. Accompanied by the sound of chimes, a woman appeared seemingly from nowhere, unsheathing a massive claymore as she threatened to steal the Sealed Ball away. Her attempt to simply intimidate Xylo into giving up Ouroboros up was admirable, but a waste of air in the end. Still though, something about her fixation with the ball was strangely familiar. Was she the one Ouroboros talked about? Inaris, or something like it. Whatever the case, her strength felt paltry. Perhaps she was hiding her Ki, but it mattered little in the end. "Take a number, whelp. I've got more important matters to deal with."With no more surprise introductions, and no more silent onlookers jumping into the fray, Zucceta decided to make a curious plea. She stepped forwards, sincerity laden in her tone as she offered to end this battle before it began. Go to Earth, make a peace treaty. To put a period to her request, she ascended to the second level of Super Saiyan, and threatened violence, before stretching her hand out to shake Xylo's. Did she think he was stupid? "... HAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!" He took a step back after laughing in her face, floating into the air just above the Imperator. "You've got a good sense of humor, World Eater. I suppose you think it best that I waltz into Vi-Poi's office with a noose already hung 'round my neck, hm? Perhaps you can stuff an apple in my mouth before you cook me black too."Xylo turned his attention to the other Super Saiyaness on the ship, and smirked. "Besides, who are you to offer peace? I thought this was Habana's Empire I was waging war on. Have you taken back the throne in secret, or was the crown simply on a puppet this whole time?"An aura of deep purple Ki swarmed him, and he turned to his mystical-ball-toting ally. "Cassia! We're moving! Let's go." His gaze lingered on the ramparts. Sax was there too. He didn't even know his son had arrived. The Namekian frowned somberly at his bespectacled boy. There was no time for words, but maybe Sax would understand something in that expression. Without wasting another moment he'd turn, silently beckoning any who wished to come along for this final battle.
Cassia finally looked up from her phone, blinking wide behind her mask. She'd only just noticed the woman across from her. She was also charging up her Ki, though hers looked much more vicious. The mech-wearing scientist raised a brow, and slipped her phone in a compartment on her right wrist. "Uhh... You wanna fight, or something?" She turned to Xylo, then back to Jala, before thrusting a thumb in the Mazoku Lord's direction. "Sorry blondie. I gotta go. You can come with us if you're already raunched up for a fight, I guess."With that, Cassia shot into the air, the Sealed Ball pulsating on her back in anticipation. Surely the violence would begin soon.
Xylo: PL: 361,213 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,558,816 KP: 3/3 Moving to Split Thread. Inviting: Zucceta Queen Habana Shemha Maeve Rakshasa Levlidian Samba Durian Anyone else is free to come as well, but I'd prefer we keep things half and half here. Cassia (75% Minion) PL: 270,910 | Mazoku MegaCore (x20) Active! Current PL: 5,418,200 KP: 3/3 Moving to split thread with Xylo Sealed Ball: PL: 32,000 Moving to Split Thread with Xylo |
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Post by Sagi Shi on Sept 7, 2017 21:56:05 GMT
Sagi Shi Snorted at Rhytid and Gaiv's responses to his question. He smirked faintly, shaking his head slightly. "I don't have any faith, but shouldn't you two have some? I mean, you two look like you'd rather fight and die than turn tail and run. Though, if you want to be statistical, the Mazoku have beaten the Saiyans in every battle so far, it wouldn't be so surprising to win this one was well..." The Oni narrowed his eyes, scanning the battlefield of titans. Even the weaker ones far outclassed the Ogre, but he was a wizard, not a warrior. Though, a quip caught Sagi Shi's attention. The corner of his eyes narrowed onto Gai, his gaze filled with irritation. "...It is not a trend, it is a traditional mage's garb." He hissed slightly. Suddenly, he sensed a presence behind the trio. A shadow was casted above them, causing the Ogre to turn around and blink blankly in surprise. He stared up at the large demon...creature, thing. Sagi Shi would cast his gaze upon the demon's arms, watching the blood trickle down them. Had he already gotten into battle? Why didn't he take those things off...? One thing was for sure though, this guy was a complete imbecile. Sagi Shi didn't mention it though, no point in arguing or insulting folks in a time like this. Eventually, another warrior joined the scene, stopping by the four. Sagi Shi kept his guard up, this man seeming to be a Saiyan. Though, by the looks of it, he was actually interested in helping the Mazoku out. The blue skinned Oni exhaled sharply through his nose in amusement at Rhytid's response to the Saiyan. "...You don't seem to be part of the Solar Saiyan Empire, which begs me to wonder why you're even here. You want to help? By all means, be our guest. Though, it's recommended you don't risk your life hopping into a war you aren't involved in." With that Said, the Ogre turned around swiftly and elegantly, his red cape fluttering and slowly following suit with his sudden motion. He watched the girl in the mech suit fly off with Xylo, leaving the Ogre to feel slightly more worried things weren't going to go so well here. After all, they probably had one, maybe to extremely capable warriors on this side of the battle field, and they took the ball. Great. "As the Namek said earlier, holding our weight is what's going to help us be efficient in this battle. Growing a bond will help with that. I'm Sagi Shi, Lord Xylo's personal spy."--- Rhytid Levlidian @gaivahros gogmagog People I'm interacting with. KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Levlidian on Sept 8, 2017 0:41:24 GMT
Active MSSJ: 4,560,000
It was shaping up to be quite the collaboration of power houses, with the arrival of several large energy signatures, Shemha being one of these and it hadn't gone unnoticed by the one eyed Saiayn; as he'd suspected. The approach of neutrality had been in preparation for something bigger or so it would seem. This fact alone had the beast reduce his singular eye to a meet slit of frustration. In that singular moment he'd almost forgotten he was being spoken to by several souls.
At first the Namekian beside the Heran came to his attention and his wit soon resurrected his smirk, "Message received loud and clear, consider me your back up, recruited by Dantalion- more or less," a quick glance back noted his realisation that Durian was indeed following him. A look of concern plagued him, "I'm here mostly for Namek's sake-," he mused absently. The Heran himself, similar in stockiness to the Saiyan but seemingly full of sass today. "Side kick-,". This idea swam through his mind, boots digging into the ground as a soft breath expunged from his lungs- with a short flex he too emulated Zucceta's ease of control erupting into a torrent of golden flame; "Just point at the enemy boss, I'll do the rest," he'd chuckle seemingly accepting the playful jest and continuing it. Still awaiting Durian's no doubt irritable entrance, surrounded by more colours than a rainbow whilst the dark robe he wore would writhe beneath his Super Saiyan aura.
With the coil of his Super Saiyan power humming openly, mimicking the former Queen's slight exposure of his canine the beast spoke openly for those who asked and those who did not but didn't bother to raise his voice much higher than it was to begin with. "The name's Levlidian, I'm not with the Solar Empire, no, not for some time. I'm only here to ensure no one in that hypocritical mass aboard their destroyer decide the innocents need to die. If that means siding with the Namekian with the ball- so be it. I'm not going to shy away from this,".
The ploy however, a request of peace and Xylo's response courted a meagre amount of concern. What was he thinking, laughing this off- scratch that, what on earth was the Saiyan saying? Peace? His brow sank ever deeper, it sounded like a trap. Then again- his eye wandered back to Shemha, she hadn't been the only one who'd spoken from a neutral point of view from the numbers of SSE present. Still the conversations, the stare downs, this grouping was going to get relatively bloody and quickly. Settling a boot forwards, taking a single step and folding his arms before the breadth of his chest; Levlidian said nothing more as Xylo seemed eager to begin and end what ever conflict was to come.
This Royal clad figure was quite clearly the head of things on the opposite side, the garb and breath taking power complete give always- not to mention this female Saiyan. Was she the Queen? Possible, though a stronger female had arrived in the wake of the others, it was a confusing situation to be fair; and that power wrapping about Zucceta. What was that, was it the ascended form the Hybrid had told him about? It added quite the kick to the already formidable form of Super saiyan, still that grin of his broadened almost in bestial excitement at the prospect of facing it. A familiar voice rang in his ears, turning in part and spying the arrival of a Galatic Patrolman he'd had a run in with before, the furred beasty and his comrade, a larger canine were granted a swift nod. "Good to see you- what ever your name was," he'd call to the smaller creature.
"If peace was their goal, why travel to Earth- or have the Saiyan's burnt that many bridges already(?)," it wasn't entirely believable in any case and there was no surprise shown as they'd prepare to battle. Glancing for all those left over, and sizing each signature up- it looked to him like he'd be one of the first targets. If only he'd worked out how to ascend before coming here, that other monstrous energy stood aside the Empire had him concerned the most. Beating back his desire to fight for the sheer pleasure of it- the more important thing here was to protect Namek, thus his aura swelled as he met his maximum bench marker flexing himself in contemplation and exhaling to fend for his calm mind set, digging in a singular heel the Saiyan soon prepared to follow Xylo- he was going to need the back up.
(If I missed anyone I do apologise but I didn't fancy writing 1500 words)
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Post by Kizuki on Sept 8, 2017 1:23:09 GMT
The Super Saiyajin stood there, as still as a statue as the others gathered in the vicinity. There were a lot of bodies, his nerves tingling at all the high powered ki that was being thrown around, everyone staking their claim in a sense. He had nothing to hide, himself. He was proud of his power, as most Saiyajin were. He had ascended beyond his limits and even beyond that. But now there were these others, capable of much and more than he had ever imagined. He thought he broken through the Super Saiyajin wall with the Super Oozaru form. His proud revelation, his epiphany was nothing more than an opportunistic mutation. Nothing more. The true wall beyond the Super Saiyajin form was here on Namek, and it made his blood boil to not be one of them.
A fit of agitation rushed over him, the thought of all his hard work being overshadowed once again. He couldn’t explain why he wanted to be the one with the most power and in reality it wasn’t something he ever yearned for. But having seen what those females were capable of on Vegeta, knowing that there was a level beyond that of even legends nagged him, it was something he wanted for himself. He needed the ultimate power coursing within him. It was that Saiyajin instinct, the genetic code deep within him, that forced Kizuki to want to be the most powerful warrior in all the Universe. He needed to attain enough power to make up for his follies in his youth, and in some way right those wrongs that he had committed. His mind went back to what he had told Xylo so many months ago. The Namekian’s lust for war and conquest was not his concern, but should it ever make its way to the Saiyajin people’s doorstep directly he’d find Kizuki as his enemy, not an ally. And yet there they were, fighting on the same side, his own people foolishly knocking down Xylo’s door with an army at their back. He wouldn’t feel a lick of sorrow on this day, because regardless what anyone would claim, if the SSE could remove Xylo from this throne they’d replace him with one of theirs. The Mazoku Banners would be torn down and replaced with new ones, perhaps just as oppressive as their currently ruler. But that was an issue for the people of Namek, not him.
More arrived on the scene, mostly ignored by the elder Saiyajin. His eyes and his attention locked on the former Queen for now. That was until a familiar energy came forward. Someone he knew, yet they felt different. His green eyes moved to the side to take in the sight, noting a very sickly looking Konatsian. “For the love of… is that Plato? He looks like a corpse. But… his ki is larger compared to when I last saw him. He’s been training, obviously.” The Konatsian greeted them both, Kizuki not offering much of a reply or a greeting himself and just let his eyes move back to Zucceta. He figured Plato may have even surpassed him in some transformed state, which nearly made his left eye twitch in annoyance. Though he had no one to blame but himself for not training harder. All of these people were preparing for something, perhaps this very battle on this very day. Kizuki had spent most of his time confused, wondering what to do next and questioning if any move he made was the right one up until now. It made him want to retch right then and there.
The dog man had arrived, the one from Xylo’s feast, boasting an impressive power as well, pretty much identical to his own. Impressive to say the least, whatever he was. Another arrived, much smaller in stature. What he had said made Kizuki’s eyes narrow into slits just a bit, his mind working. “Galactic Patrol? Is he serious? They’ve survived this long?” He wasn’t well versed with the group, but in his lifetime he had known them to be some galactic police force or something to that effect. Their goal was to maintain a balance within the Universe, and frowned on such things as warmongering and planet conquering, which most of the people here were clearly guilty of. They were generally easy to avoid and outrun, if ever pursued. This child had a bit more courage than most of his fellow Galactic Patrol members to make his way to Namek, with as many powers flexing and clashing against one another as there were. But it was something to keep in mind, the boy didn’t put off a power that made him seem like a pushover. Kizuki didn’t give it another thought and instead moved his eyes over to where SHE stood, the current Queen of Vegeta, as she made her presence known.
Habana, Queen of the Saiyajin, leader of the SSE on Planet Vegeta. This was the first time Kizuki had gotten to look at her up close. Both times he had seen her, on Vegeta, she wasn’t within the greatest range of view, but the second time he had felt her power. And after she made her declaration she’d show it again. It made Kizuki’s mouth tighten even more, jaw clenched behind closed lips as her power nearly doubled his current form with little to no effort. That was NO regular Super Saiyajin. No. That was the form he was aiming to get to. That was the true ascended Super Saiyajin, not the Oozaru form. Another would emerge, a Majin from the looks of it, boasting an incredible power as well. It seemed all the heavy hitters were in attendance, as her ki was toppling near the ascended Queen’s.
To say things were going to be interesting was a huge understatement.
Another woman appeared, as if out of nowhere, demanding Xylo hand over Ouroboros, the Demon that Xylo had attained and who had helped him wreak his havoc all over the galaxy. It was nothing he was concerned about, and he’d leave that to Xylo to deal with. Kizuki knew what Xylo was capable of on his own. The Mazoku utterly crushed him at his max power, unleashing more power than he ever thought capable by uttering a single word. Makaioken. If the Demon was anywhere near THAT power he could understand why the Namekian was not in any hurry to give him up.
The former Queen came forward, looking for some sort of peace. She’d extend her hand out but in an instant she, like her successor, would transform into that ascended form. Kizuki nearly screamed at feeling that ki pushing up against him, but he stood his ground. His lips parted now, showing his teeth visibly gnashing against each other in frustration. For a brief moment he thought Xylo would take that hand and call their bluff. Zucceta seemed to want a peaceful resolution, the current Queen wanted blood. It was up to Xylo as to whose offer he would take.
Then IT spoke.
Glaring, green eyes shot down at the Android that mocked him, running its hand through golden colored hair was if to compare himself to not just Kizuki, but every ascended Saiyajin who went beyond their own limits. It was pure blasphemy, though his anger was only tipping over as it was due to being utterly outclassed in power and intellect by the two strongest Saiyajin here. His arms remained crossed against his armored chest, tightly. His first instinct was the batter the arrogant, overgrown toaster oven into the ground. Instead he maintained his composure, keeping his anger and ferocity in check, at least for the moment. Instead, his lips contorted into something of a smirk, before his shoulders rose and fell and he began to let out an actual laugh. He seemed amused, his voice deep and authoritative in nature. “Hahaha! Is that so?! Fancy yourself proud, Android? I disagree. The look that suits you best is the one I gave you over a year ago. Laying in a crater somewhere in a million pieces.” He’d turn his head and spit off to the side before facing the Android once more, his face now changing into a more serious expression. “Your creators can dye your hair any color they desire, but if you think that makes you a Super Saiyajin then there must be something wrong with your programming. What we are is something above and beyond anything your creators can comprehend. I fought for this power. I DIED for this power. That is something you can never hope to achieve, no matter what you tell yourself. Your blood doesn’t boil at the thought of battle, living or dying, as your existence has no meaning. You’re a tool, a weapon, CREATED for war and DISCARDED when you’ve become obsolete. Anyone that tells you any different is a liar. You’re no Saiyajin.” His scowl worsened, if at all possible. “You were an abomination then, and you’re an abomination now.”
When Xylo refused the ex-Queen’s peace offering Kizuki knew it was time to clash. His eyes had never left Pin, his neck rolling from side to side as he stared down the Android. “I think this is the place where I put you out of commission last time. I’ll prove I’m the sentimental type and bury you in the same spot as before.” He had finished loosening up then, that expression of pure disdain still on his face. “You’ll prove to be a decent warm up for me, abomination.” He’d call the Android that again, as if it was his actual name.
Just a reminder: MSSJ Active - Thread PL: 3,854,955 KP: 3/3 Speaking to Pin directly. Will be staying in this main thread. |
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Post by Durian on Sept 8, 2017 5:58:47 GMT
TO BE BOUND BY WORDS AND HEART
Powers from all around were descending into one place. Ships, buildings, streets, air, ground... it was as if time itself was opening up and those of power were emerging in this one place. Fear and anxiety gripped the Kagami’s heart. She was not a fighter as her Saiyan half. She was not fearless nor brave. No, she was more cowardly than anything. Yet, she didn’t back down. The anxiety that held her wasn’t crippling, but somewhere in that usually familiar emotion was excitement. That itch Namek had created was beginning to blossom here. But more than anything, she was angry. Though Levlidian had spoken that he needed to protect and find a path, she didn’t know of what they had chosen to do. Yet here he was chasing a new power that descended upon the planet.
As she neared the mighty structure of the castle, having not been in the closest of quarters when the original power had descended, Durian would utilize the strength and power trained within her body. Launching herself into the air in great bounds to climb and surpass the walls of the great infrastructure. Joining the fray and finally granting her eyes the power to see more than just her senses. Warriors. Few she had met face to face but some she had sensed on the planet since her arrival. There were so many more than just Namekian. And here she could see quite clearly, Saiyan. An anger burned within her at realizing this. She should have known, but her sensing and judgement had been clouded at the need to find out what Levlidian was doing and what this intrusion on Namek was.
There were warriors sizing up others. The largest concerns gathering and speaking. Others pairing off or grouping in what seemed to be competitive aggression. Durian was silent. Watching and waiting to see what would unfold. This wasn’t her planet. Nor her people. She also wasn’t sure as to what was happening. But if Saiyans were the start of this.... nothing that was occurring was going to go well.
Words shared between enemies and allies, Durian had few of these. Levlidian an obvious ally in something so distressing. There was the knowledge of those that lead the Saiyans. But Shemha. That face she recognized. The Majin that came to her and Lev. A glare settling in her eye, that anger would renew.
Do you stand for your Hunt or the Saiyans in this day?
Durian found irritation in the majin being present. To even imply that her loyalty was not to these saiyans was turning into a more obvious lie. Or maybe that was the way the Kagami wished to view it. Regardless, she reached out to the Majin’s mind with her own, a near snarl to her ‘words.’ The fact that she had encouraged Levlidian to join the majin’s gathering made her want to spit.
Her senses and eyes locking onto the male she came for, the Saiyan known as Levlidian, the Kagami would leave her perch on the walls of the great domain. Dropping to lower levels, racing along structures, jumping from steady forge to next. Her irritation would be readily known especially to the one she had followed. Was this really a stand against Saiyans here on Namek? Why here and now? Her ignorance only further infuriated her. The words of all these creatures a blur as they combined and overlapped. Anger. Aggression. Peace. Denial. Taunting. Her eyes were on none other than Levlidian who enacted his transformation. They really were going to be taking part.
The fear renewed tenfold. Yet she wouldn’t desert him. For these beings they didn’t know. Against a group they both hated. It seemed one of their stands would be now. It felt all too soon. Yet here they were. Levlidian moving to follow the Namekian of great power, the one that Durian had heard named among the Namekian people. Or... so she assumed was he. With a deep inhalation and slow exhale, she’d attempt to calm the stressed nerves to no avail.
Following in the paths of the Namekian and the ball bearer, she’d take her place at the side of Levlidian. I’m with you. In case he hadn’t sensed her, in case he was distracted, the flat tone of voice would enter his mind. She was closed off, cold, stressed, and afraid. Once she was consumed with hatred to be able to take on the Saiyans. Now... Now that fear was exposed. But there was no turning back from this.
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Following Xylo's Split.
PL - 214,511 - > Suppressed to 10
KP - 3/3
Techs Used =
Telepathy [UT1]
(18k)
The basic form of Telepathy. This allows Durian to communicate thoughts and memories with those she is familiar with across the planet she is currently on via mental transmission. This can be blocked out by those who do not want to communicate with the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Energy Suppression [UT1] (Starting)
Durian are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide herself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as she is not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) she can remain undetected by friends and foes alike! This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Energy Sensing [UT] (Starting)
Due to her goddess and her awareness of her own ki, she is capable of feeling the natural energy of living beings, she has an understanding of the power level of other non-android warriors and can feel the power of the attacks they are using compared to her own. This technique is Passive not requiring activation and uses 0 KP in a KP Battle, Energy Sensing does not work on Androids.
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Post by Plato on Sept 8, 2017 23:45:38 GMT
Ecto Powerlevel:6,094,520 Plato locked his eyes with Cipher as he felt more ki arriving to fight on there. However, the saiyans also had their back up being Shemha, Habana and a woman who seemed to be after the demon Ouroboros as he looked down at her. Her look of determination if only she was fighting for the right side. Then again she was not here to take down Xylo it was to take down Ouroboros. It might have just been an excuse though not like it mattered that much. He just had to keep in mind there was more than expected but they had numbers. "Shemha you look good. Hope I didn't do you too much harm." He'd smile turning back to face Cipher, "I hope you know I asked Mayze in hell and he told he attacked my people himself." He flashed a look to say, we could have been on the same side. If she had told the truth of being a new sse and their old crimes maybe, they could have been allies. Xylo would have been beaten a long time ago that was for sure. Regardless things were the way they were and some of that was his fault. He blew up he got mad over something that which while a big deal could have been one misunderstanding. Their conquest of Yardrat attack on namak made sure to clean up that thought. He'd look at Zucceta quickly as she asked did he die. "Twice actually. First I was killed by a man walker he attacked me and nova. He lived only cause of a man named Bing Gan." He sighed rolling his shoulder , "Then Shemha killed me after I defended yard rat. Sse will tell you probably it was them doing what they had to do but Yardrat was not owned by domain. Regardless your not here for some peace keeping mission so all I can say is that I feel inclined not to destroy you as you did save my life." Plato shrugged he did hold a little with that. It didn't mean he'd let Zucceta live if he had the chance to kill her. Far from it. He'd just not make it all that brutal. Give her a clean death, far more than she deserved. He'd look around seeing all the courage from the warriors who would fight to defend namak. He'd smile, he was happy he was going to maybe die once more with those who were going to fight with their lives. Not many of them needed to be here they just decided to fight. He'd smirk a little. They reminded of himself when he was weaker. Courage with untapped power. Plato cracked his knuckles as his ghostly body would slowly take form. He didn't need to have just his own courage. There was the courage of those around him. They would need him to put on a show. He was on the strongest here but to his knowledge, he was the strongest helping Xylo. He had to put his weight and defeat as many of them as he could. If they stood a chance some of it landed on his shoulders. Plato looked back at Cipher as he spoke as seemed trying to explain every single conflict on konats was his fault. Plato turned his head looking at Cipher. He told him to forget about vengence and now he was dragging konats in another war. He just stares at the man his face flat faced as he looked at Cipher right in the face just letting him speak. He then made the claim or rather asked did he sell out konats or did Xylo threanted him to give up konats. He straighted up as the rage was held within. He'd cough into his hand, "Sorry I couldn't hear through all the lies and reasoning to make yourself feel better." Plato picked his ear. "So let me run this down." Plato raised his hand going down the list, "I fought the Kashvarr and caused a civil war. Yes, I did but the people of konats were suffering because of the Kashvarr. They took kids even after the initial dealing with the king in the know as well. So in simple terms, it had to be done. You want to be mad at me for killing monsters. So I somehow dragged the saiyans to a war with my people? We were peaceful doing nothing at all. We actually tried to join the Saiyan peacefully. Then they came with their soldier to destroy my people. Earth did nothing to the saiyans. The Humans gave the saiyans a slap on the wrist and now they're back taking planets. They took in Vennel and Kaza. They could have attacked namak but nope attacked arosce and such. They didn't need to but they did. If they all attacked namak earlier Xylo would have been beaten. Instead, they sat around and just let them get away with all of this. You, on the other hand, let see what you did. You left the planet with your little mission because I became king most likely. So the second thing after you left the androids just happen to appear. It is either really just specific or maybe you went behind my back. Maybe it was just strange sense of irony. Then you helped Dr. Breech whether that was cause you wanted to save Breech and you tried to blow up the moon of konats. So as I said you're really not in the place to talk about who I am." Plato crossed his arm as his aura exploded as he eyed Cipher as his hair stood up as he powered up as flames covered his body as looked at the man. His muscles swelled as his ectoplasm began to shift around as he took a form to contain his power. He was going to take down Cipher here and now. His body turned akin to flame as the blue ectoplasm transformed into red Ectoplasm as his power skyrocketed 20 fold. "I hope you don't mind but I don't anyone getting in the way. When I win or lose I want it to be because I was stronger or weaker." Plato would say to Cipher cracking his knuckles as he looked at Cipher, "So if you so keen on me being the wrong one here prove a battle just you and me." Plato said as he attempted to coax the android into a battle just him and himself. If it didn't work they always could fight here. Cipher 24 Trying to Split thread with Cipher gogmagog Here you go your move |
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Post by gogmagog on Sept 11, 2017 10:01:35 GMT
|With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends?|
Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 8,442
Gain Bonuses: HW -75% Pl + DE | PL Multipliers: Demonic Will x3
The mood grew tense withy the entrance of this 'Queen Habana'. Truth be told, Gog wouldn't have been able to pick her from a bar of soap, if it weren't for that Pl that soared above anything that he had even imagined. Even Gog thought that this it'd be a tough fight for Xylo. In fact come to think of it Gog hadn't even seen Xylo fight. He'd heard stories but never seen him fight. Each and every remark was thrown to Xylo. The Namekian was a quick thinker, throwing back insults of his own. Before the trading of fists came the trading of words.
The arrival of a very small Demon put a hungry smile on Gog's face. The Demon Basil had arrived, and still Gog could imagine the little fellow spinning slowly on a spit while some potatoes were roasting somewhere. Gog gave him a nod before answer his question at the top of his voice. "Me is finkin' dat they is gon' regret ever comin' inta me sight!" Gog shouted back. At that very second he began to channel his Ki. The blue Ki danced and swivelled around his body boosting his PL.
Many more people came to stand around the ramparts as they watched for this event to unfold. A mixture of anxious guards and citizens all waiting to see what kind of decision would come of all the talking. Although it was soon decided that they would all split to move this dance party somewhere else. But Gog would stay here, this seemed to be the right place. No point going to play in the big pond when your a little fish. "Me ain't gon' let no one in da castle." Gog muttered to himself and those around him as his eyes scanned over the various lifeforms. Looking for which one to hit.
Following suit Gog went to the Castle. Completely ignoring who Tabu had asked the question to. "We ain't lettin' anyone go without a smack on da 'ead." The Demon said as he slapped his fist into his hand. As his fist slapped into his hand Ki spirrled around the Demon once more. Although this time it began to form in a shapeless orb behind him. The Ki blew away and swirled in circles. The right hand fist also began to glow with the blue Ki. The Demons breathing became calm and rhythmic. This was where he felt most at peace.
"No point waitin' ta see who attacks first." It was clear that this would lead to trading of blows and it was always best to punch first. Hit hard and fast.
OOC Notes: Sorry for the wait!
Tags: @everyone staying behind. Chili Pepper you're up my dude. |
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Post by Chili Pepper on Sept 11, 2017 22:14:39 GMT
Soon enough the altercation that was about to commence here on Namek was made clear by declarations on both sides of the trench. Chili swallowed the lump in his throat, at the least he was being addressed like he had some sort of right to be here however compared to the leading members he was a mosquito in strength. The strength in this one little area was overpowering, even if there wasn’t threats coming out of mouths it’s no wonder people were running for their lives. Chili looked to Habana as she openly challenged Xylo to a fight there and now, desiring to destroy his empire here and where it has stretched out into the rest of the galaxy. This being followed up by the demands from the Kami of Earth. Just another person of power and influence he had yet to meet, which to be quite fair Chili would be touring the galaxy for generations if he wanted to meet with every influential being. His palette grew dry as it seemed like a fight was going to happen no matter what, a battle in which the Galactic Patrol would not be able to pick a side indiscriminately. Chili had come to meet with Xylo it was true, to make his and the Patrol’s presence known on the lush planet, but he was also here to investigate what had happened to the patrolmen known as Big Train. Brought back as a corpse from his mission here, someone had killed him. The only thing Chili knew was that he had died during a conflict between the SSE forces and Xylo’s invasion. Either side could be responsible for the young spirited warrior’s death. To Chili’s surprise though the former Queen and infamous war criminal Zucceta offered the Mazoku Lord the olive branch. A sigh of relief escaped his muzzle and the knots in his stomach undone, it seemed for a split second that conflict could be resolved peacefully and by of all people, an absolute Maniac. This warm feeling inside him was cooled once more as Xylo answered with a laugh. When the entire group had finally formed of several combatants Chili spied many faces he knew. Zucceta, Xylo, Habana, and even Shemha were renowned enough that Chili could assume whom they were. There were several people here in formation who the pup had a more direct knowledge of. Looking upon Levlidian, a very strong saiyan who Chili himself had to chase off as he tried to exacerbate a battle. That situation leaving him rather frustrated with the results, capturing a criminal but losing a life because of Lev’s desire to see the fight finished. His stomach had turned far more though when he saw Pin, the android employed through the SSE, and their checkered past was prominent. The last time the lad had seen of the robot he was protecting Walker’s floating island of a home, thanks to the powerful children of the demonic tree Chili had been spared.
The feelings of nervousness had been washed away when Chili found Samba. Samba, one of the stronger members of the Galactic Patrol, someone who once trained with Chili, both a friend to Chili but a darkhorse within the Patrol itself. He himself had hired Pin to hunt down a homicidal saiyaness, but he had also fought off the same bounty hunter along side the red capped canine. The wolf was a wildcard if Chili were to believe all that has transpired. However he would like to hope that this fellow Zoan had goodness that could be used to help protect people. Xylo seemed keen now to have this fight happen, throwing away the chance to hash this out like civilized adults. The shark finned namekian deciding to relocate away from the ship they had perched on with Chili Pepper reaching out after him “ W-Wait Lord Xylo I implore you!” though those words most likely falling on deaf ears. Though Namek faced a time of peace Xylo was not a man of peace. His history and his quick dismissal of negotiations proving all that. His eyes shadowed by his hat and a spirit of determination in his heart Chili reached out to those who had yet fully committed to conflict. “ Queen Habana...Zucceta, we cannot allow this to happen. We can convince him to talk this through, Namek… no the galaxy itself has seen too much war.” Hoping his message would travel to the other many ears within the grouping “ I just want peace, I think we all do… But peace is met through battle for what’s right. I will stop anyone who wishes to challenge peace. Please don’t do this, don’t accept his offer.” The young dog, though not as young as he used to be, certainly not after what’s he’s gone through, finds Samba once more and looks him in the eyes. “ Samba… help me stop them. We cannot allow this to happen we cannot allow either of these kingdoms the chance to shed more blood.” A smile creeping onto his face as he reached out for assistance from his colleague and his friend. “ We can stop Xylo, we can help him talk with the Saiyan Empire. We can bury the hatchets right now, right?”
Chili has acknowledged the challenge and begged the powers that be not to fight. Addressing Xylo, Zucceta, and Habana, and making a special request to Samba.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Samba on Sept 12, 2017 20:01:52 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) |
Teeth clenching so hard it was bound to chip his tooth in, the Zoanthrope barely withheld himself from leaving his post and lunge towards the energy signature of Shemha, the words — no, the lies that she had spoken to him ringing through his head almost in slow-motion. If there was one thing he didn't like it was to be manipulated, and the Majin made a pretty good show of using her silver tongue to almost draw him to her side. He thought that with how she had absorbed Walker that perhaps a small part of the treeman lived inside of her, and thus he was obligated to at least lend his aid should she request it, but now he realized he was naive and foolish to have fallen under her spell.
Because frankly, how else was he suppose to react when no mere months later after their talk he heard of the SSE once more going around conquering planets? It felt like a betrayal of some sorts considering she was unified with that faction, and yet putting his anger solely on her person wouldn't do him any good besides relieving frustration.
So he took a calming breath, held it for a few seconds before exhaling, and spoke towards Rhytid with a forced grin filled with fake optimism. "So long as we stay determined, there's nothing that should be able to stop us." Perhaps the Namekian Warrior saw through his mask, but he couldn't help the nervous feeling of dread that washed down his back. So many powerful energies were gathering on this planet, and with how tense the atmosphere looked it was bound to explode in a shower of violence soon enough.
At least Lord Xylo had the decency to think of his people and request the battle to be taken elsewhere. There was no need to put harm to the innocents when they weren't even involved in this political match about to take place between the SSE and the Mazoku.
"Especially when Xylo already lost a son before...' His eyes gazed to the side, towards where he could spot the form of Xylo's son, Sax, taking formation to defend his people. His look softened as he watched the Namekian stand proud even though he could clearly smell the nervousness that was wafting out of him in waves. 'If he were to lose another son... who knows what the consequences would be...' His heart went towards Sax, knowing that if Xylo were to fall in this battle than the Namekian would become an orphan.
'Just like me...'
Before he could get any more sentimental, Kaile's voice filtered through his sensitive ears, his enhanced hearing easily catching every word she spoke as a snarl ripped through his muzzle. "That fucking two timing bitch!" His anger was palpable as wisps of white energy licked at his shoulders, his fingers gripping his biceps so tightly that his claws were almost puncturing the skin. "I promise to teach her the power she craves, and she throws that back in my face?" A growl echoed from deep within his chest, his glare looking upward towards the enormous ship hovering above the skies near Mazoku Castle.
Kaile better stay away from him because if she dared to get close he'd use her as a punching bag just to relieve his frustration and anger! 'I should have known she'd do the same thing Shemha did, all those that affiliate themselves with the SSE are traitorous bastards!'
It seems he wasn't the only one that thought the same as him, as Xylo openly laughed in Zucceta's face as he curtly denied her olive branch of 'peace', even going as far as to banter with her about her silly offer. It sounded so much like a trap being laid for the Namekian Lord it wasn't even funny, if he went alone he'd be slaughtered before even the word "Peace" could be uttered by anyone.
Then Namek would be powerless to stop anyone from trying to dominate it again once Xylo was taken out of the picture, once more putting the Namekians under the heel of someone else that potentially didn't cared for them at all, at least Xylo truly cared about his people even if he was probably doing things the wrong way to achieve peace for them.
'Then again, Humans have done worse things in the name of peace, it's not any different from the wars that had been done in the past...'
He was startled back to the real world from his internal musing when the voice of Chili reached his ears, the young pup valiantly tried to stand for what was right and stop anyone from spilling any more blood. While he admired and respected the pup's determination, it would be for naught. 'These people do not talk with words, Chili, but with their fists. No matter how hard you try, they will settle this once and for all as true warriors.'
He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at his friend in the face, his expression pained as Chili's words were directed at his person, almost shaking the foundation that he had worked up to this point in time. He stood silent for a few moments as Xylo and his guard carrying the Sealed Ball began to move to another location, but finally, he opened his eyes and stared at his friend with a solemn expression.
There was no turning back, from this point on; the decision he'd make would either define him or destroy him. So he took a deep breath through his mouth, his shoulders shaking a little before he steeled himself, and said. "It's two years too late to stop this, Chili."
Samba wasn't just talking mainly about the feud between Xylo and Zucceta, but also all the way back when the SSE invaded Earth and killed hundred of thousands in their path. Feeling like there were no more words to be said, he turned his back to his friend and began to march his way towards Xylo's battleground where the fate of the planet and its people will be decided.
At the back of his mind, Samba wondered if he would live to regret the decision he had made today.
He didn't look back.
TAGS: @too MUCH TO COUNT REEEE
OOC NOTES: Splitting thread with Xylo and company~
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Sept 13, 2017 3:05:13 GMT
While she kept her fierce ‘ready to fight’ expression up Habana was very relieved when Shemha and Maeve arrived, not just because of the power that they added to the side opposing Xylo but because it meant that neither had arrived too early and been attacked without any backup. Maeve departing for Namek first had in particular worried Habana quite a lot considering her eagerness to destroy the demon. Shemha was not the type to launch herself into a battle such as this without the aid she knew was on its way so while that was not a worry it was not impossible that Shemha could have been ambushed if she had arrived earlier and Xylo had noticed it. Thankfully though it was likely that even if that HAD happened the incredible resilience Shemha possessed likely meant she could have held out long enough for the rest of them to arrive. It would have meant a much faster beginning to the inevitable brawl. Habana’s expression briefly faltered slipping into confusion as Zucceta made Xylo an offer that the Queen had NOT expected and one Habana REALLY wished that Zucceta had brought up the possibility of before at the very least then Habana could have held herself back just a bit to give Zucc her chance to offer peace, an offer Habana was not particularly interested in giving the Mazoku Lord but if Zucc wanted to make the effort Habana would have been willing to work with it, mostly because it would have been Zucc asking but also because Habana felt fairly certain there was no chance Xylo would have accepted. While Zucc offered Xylo a way out Pin spoke up, calling out one of the Saiyans that stood with Xylo using a name that she was vaguely familiar with, if memory served Kizuki had been one of the warriors that stood with Xylo during his first attempt to take Namek, he was a warrior that was unfortunately a fair amount ahead of Pin in raw power likely a product of the same or similar training that Xylo had undergone in the Afterlife. Habana’s attention was briefly drawn from Pin and Kizuki as an unfamiliar Saiyan spoke up calling to her, Habana raised an eyebrow as she looked at her, something about her felt... Odd. Before Habana could put more thought into it she gave an interesting warning, the large dog Zoan possessed the Kikoho. “Thank you, I am however quite familiar with the Kikoho, knowing he has it though will be useful.” Habana said briefly nodding at her before focusing her attention on the Zoan, he was strong but nowhere near the threat that Walker possessed, even with the Kikoho she felt confident he posed no real threat but she would have to remain mindful of him if he was not using his full power considering how deceptively powerful Earthlings could be. It was shortly after the revelation that the Zoan was a user of the Kikoho making him either the one who had trained or had trained until Walker that Xylo spoke up trying to sway the opinion of Chili before turning his attention to Habana “You’ve recently made the dire mistake of killing several very loyal members of my Empire and a close friend of mine as well as taking several worlds under the protection of my Empire.” Habana said glaring at the Mazoku. “You are lucky I was busy dealing with a threat to Vegeta” Habana said wanting badly to add another threat on top of her comment but deciding to hold off until he properly declined Zucceta’s offer of peace, which thankfully came almost immediately after along with an insult to Maeve that only served to further Habana’s eagerness to deck the Namekian. Xylo promptly geared up to move things and shouted to the one protecting the Ball to get moving, if things had been left at that it would have been VERY easy for Habana to decide to head to where Xylo was going. But things were rarely quite so simple, and Kizuki spoke up rising to Pin’s challenging tone, Habana slowly turned her attention from Xylo onto Kizuki as the man referenced their first battle where he had defeated Pin, were Pin not an Android he would have died from the encounter just the same as Kizuki. The first comment in and of itself was not enough to draw too much anger from Habana but when he continued Habana felt her fists clench in anger the more he spoke daring to disregard Pin’s power, disregarding his ability to feel, claiming he was simply a tool of war, and calling him an abomination. Habana could accept insults directed at herself pretty well, she had dealt with such things for quite a long time. But her friends, few as they were, were an entirely different matter. “Zucc, Shem, feel free to get things started with the green bastard. I have something I need to handle quick, I won't be long” Habana said her attention still entirely fixed on Kizuki. She might not have been able to protect her recently acquired worlds or, more importantly, the Hofferson’s and Brassica. But she could very easily protect Pin and remove one of Xylo’s stronger warriors from the equation. Kizuki was strong in the general sense easily one of the strongest warriors Habana was aware of, unfortunately, his power still paled in comparison to her own eclipsed even more so than he compared to Pin. With that said Habana would turn and take a few steps off in the direction of Kizuki her pace immediately picking up once she was past the others briefly disappearing from sight for the weaker warriors it would be like Habana was teleporting next to the other Saiyan. “You’ve made a very poor choice to insult my friend in such a manner, you are a disgrace to Saiyans everywhere. But luckily for you I need to make this quick so I wont take the time to bash you around for too long, you aren’t nearly important enough.” and with that Habana took a quick swing at Kizuki aiming a powerful backhand to his jaw intending to send him flying away from the immediate area of the Castle and its neighboring city. Regardless of if she was successful Habana would turn her attention away from Kizuki displaying no sign that she saw him as a threat “I apologize Chili but I believe we are a bit past words at this point, this war will end today. Xylo would destroy my Empire and those who live in it, I have no such interest for his people, Namek will return to its proper state, governed by its Guru and Warrior caste, you are certainly welcome to try getting Xylo to stand down, but I sincerely doubt he will. You and your friend will come to no harm as long as neither of you attack me or those on my side.” and with that Habana would turn her attention back to Kizuki.
Jala watched the proceedings carefully, Xylo was preparing to set off into the Scar and with him would follow the armored warrior and the amount of movement necessary also forcing the armored fighter to drop whatever technique she had been preparing, Jala was however now so ready to dismiss her own technique not trusting the Mazoku lord and his minion so immediately. Jala raised an eyebrow when Habana broke off from the others to attack Kizuki, though truth be told it was not an entirely unexpected move, thankfully it appeared that angry as Habana was she had a cool enough head to aim to try and ensure that the fight she was prompting would be moved away from the city though not quite as far as the scar. The difference in power would also likely make it easier on her to accomplish it without harm to the general area. “I would recommend all of you to stand down, it is not necessary for any of you to come to harm, our only intention is to take down Xylo. Even still if you make the unfortunate choice to stand with Xylo for whatever reason know that you will only be knocked out and not killed unless you direct us with lethal force, any of you still interested in fighting should remove yourselves from the immediate area of the castle and city to prevent civilian harm as your leader wanted.” Jala spoke loudly and clearly focusing an intense look on all of the weaker warriors in hopes they would get the message and remove themselves from the battlefield.
Raca didn’t quite know exactly what to do, part of him had expected his doppelganger to show no recognition of the name, that there similar appearances were just a quirk of the universe that he had met someone so startling similar in the feeling of his energy and looks. But that had not happened, the other Namekian looked just as shocked and confused as Raca expected that he did, he then took off from the castle to approach him and the nearer Rhytid came the more certain Raca felt that it HAD to be him. “I.. I am your brother, I am Raca” Raca said just a bit hesitantly, was this really the best way to tell him? To just blurt it out like that? Perhaps not but frankly Raca was at a loss of how else to handle the situation, he had almost given up on finding Rhytid, that perhaps he had not been among those who had returned to life during Namek’s destruction just as their father had not.
Habana Base PL: 400,288 | Habana Current PL: 10,807,776
Habana seeks to backhand Kizuki to a safe distance from the city!
Jala Base PL: 300,216 | Jala Current PL: 6,004,320
Jala continues charging [SU3] A Moments Notice | 2 Posts of Charge
Jala tells everyone else to stand down or move to somewhere less likely to cause civilian harm!
Raca Base PL: 200,144 | Raca Current PL: 2,001,440
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Post by Basil on Sept 14, 2017 2:28:18 GMT
Once the ranks and files had been properly settled with the last of the arriving forces, things were looking increasingly daunting. Most of the powerful folks were mostly paying the ''underlings'' no mind, and the powerful ones soon began talking the utmost of smack to each other as the spotlight continued to shift on who was gonna splatter who's whats-its and what-nots. The first thing Basil had taken notice of is some other Saiyan dork make a call-out to Kizuki. Did they know each other or something? By the tone his pointy ears were picking up, they didn't seem like they were chums or anything close. A certain tension began to fill the air that Basil was looking past to witness them both. Kizuki was now an incredibly powerful fighter, as much as the Makyan hated to admit it. He'd come such a long way from catching his beating on Vegeta all that time ago past. Was this guy really trying to pick a fight? Kizuki could probably bury this dweeb no problem! He couldn't even sense anything from the guy that'd uttered the greeting to Kizuki. Was he a civilian maybe? Bah, who knew at this point. It looked like everyone and their granny was showing up anyhow. He couldn't lie; the powers that be on the Saiyan side of this conflict were absolutely staggering. Whatever Xylo had planned, he hoped it would be something outta this world, or they were probably boned. Ais, the Arcosian present for the other Saiyan's death back at the Gemini Cluster, graced him with a response. He sounded confident; angry, very angry, and confident. Something deep within this guy had a deep, deep hatred for anything resembling a monkey, Saiyans included and probably primary. For a moment Basil wondered if one had kicked his puppy once or something similar. Regardless, he was hoping he was ready to pull that stick out of his butt and whoop someone's ass with it! Arcosians were supposed to be mega super strong from birth, so maybe this guy was the real deal. In a few moments, he'd know for sure. Then came Gog the Gargantuan, stomper of villages and devourer of cuddly woodland creatures. The guy quite honestly seemed like he had a screw loose but he was built like a battle tank that used other, slightly smaller battle tanks as ammunition. He saw potential in the big brute, even when he gave him that ever-so-creepy stare that had spooked him out of a drunken slumber more than once. Maybe he looked at Basil as a mentor? Yeah, that had to be it! He probably looked forward to proving himself to the almighty Basil, becoming his star pupil! But that sounded like too much work. He washed down the thought with a shot of his grog and a wad of fruit seed backwash spit into the soil. He then spotted the fem-monkey that had been with them observing when the Saiyan was killed by the dog's Kick-You-Hoo or whatever back at the Gemini. She... warned her superior about him? That god damned traitor! Part of his Makyan side could appreciate her spinelessness, but if could single her out in this fight he was gonna teach her what being such a conniving little weasel was worth in the Demon Realm. Back when the Saiyan on the Gemini was outnumbered and then outgunned by surprise, she had no problem making friends. Yet here and now when the deck was stacked toward the Saiyan forces, she looked as loyal as any other rank and file runt. The NERVE! Props though. Sometimes you did have to look out for yourself, even if it meant being a coward. Just like good ol' simple and efficient Gog said. Smack on da 'ead when we're good an' ready. Who's gonna make dat firs' move, dough? Who's gonna set dis thing off fer real? He wondered to himself. As he gazed through the combatants, another arrival he hadn't noted showed up, and his primary target shifted pretty quick. Well, well, well...a Galactic Patrol boy scout. Just the thing to let out his frustrations! His timing was perfect. Basil and cops never did get along, and he'd been booked at least twice for galactic piracy. Maybe teeing off on the dumb puppy's noggin' would help clear the memory of space-cuffs and a squad car. He urged his bigger, much stronger canine friend to not fight, and was promptly given a verbal eff-you. Ha! Serves you right, pig! Oink! As soon as he was about to open his own mouth to follow up and bring some heat of his own at the smaller canine, his jaw went slack and his eyes went wide as the omega-powerful Monkey Matriarch set her sights on stopping Kizuki's smack talk personally. He's a tough cookie, but...eeeegh. He gon' geddit. Word of advice, ol' buddy ol' pal! Clench everything. He mentally mused. Kizuki was gonna need some backup, but for the most of them there wasn't a damned thing they could do. Instead, Basil fully expected this to turn into something similar to a bar brawl. Digging around in a sack on his belt, he'd withdraw a huge wad of a leafy green vegetable with fruity red spores. They called it Demon Spinach, and it had lately become Basil's favorite munch. Dipping a wad into his lip, he'd roll it around in his cheek as the spores burst into fruit juice similar to an apple, but incredibly sour. It was time to get SWOLE! And boy howdy, was this gonna hurt like a bitch.
''PESSSSSTOOOOOOOOOOO!''
His battle armor stretched and bulged against his new transformation, his dark cyan aura spiking up wildly and kicking up the soil around him into a smokescreen. His muscles had all increased several times in size, his voice deepening slightly with no change to height. Releasing a radial kiai of force to blow the smoke away, he revealed his new form with an under-arm flex that could place a dump truck in a headlock and snap it in half! Slamming his knuckles together as he got ready to defend himself, the force would release a small shockwave! ''KA~BOOOOOOOSH! WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW, NERDS!'' He was now the most buff dwarf in the galaxy.
Whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen.
Basil pulls out the stops and unleashes his Daimao Swole (x8) State!
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Sept 14, 2017 3:18:55 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) |
Unfamiliar with the small pup that announced himself as a member of the Galactic Patrol, the organization itself wasn’t completely unknown to her. Mentioned in passing by a few individuals she encounter during her time on Earth, the group appeared to mean well, yet from what she could tell, lacked the power to accomplish much should they encounter true opposition. With the number of voices present on this day, she doubted Chili’s words would be heard.
In regard to the expanding number of individuals drawn to the castle, the influx of warriors finally slowed as Maeve and another Namekian joined the scene. Like her exit back on Vegeta, the six-armed woman’s arrival reminded the Majin of Walker’s strange ability to step from one location to another. Capable of the feat now that she possessed his essence, she had to wonder if perhaps the technique came from the Kami’s strange form of travel. Perhaps after this as all done and if the two saw each other in a better light, Shemha could ask her.
When Zucceta stepped forward with her proposal, the Commander barely caught herself before her eyes narrowed. While the ex-Queens presence was welcome, for she was a powerful warrior and no fan of Xylo, Shemha felt she was in no place to make such an offer. No longer the ruler of the SSE, the Saiyan should have been respectful enough to allow Habana to handle the negotiations…even if the Queen opened up with threats. Tensions were high though, she understood the emotions so clearly shared by Habana…yet, was combat the only solution?
Originally expecting this gathering to be an exchange between a select few, the sheer number of individuals now present did better represent the number of people that this outcome might affect. Beyond those willing to take a spot on the front line, countless others would suffer or thrive because of what happened here. Maybe Xylo would be willing to stand down, just like the Premier had been despite his aggressive maneuver against Vegeta?
Shemha should have known better.
The outright refusal, regardless of Zucceta’s display of power, spoke volumes about his character. Back when he first took Namek, Shemha attempted to speak with him, find some solution to avoid this war and he wanted nothing to do with it. Regardless of his desire to protect his people and keep Namek safe, Xylo hungered for war.
As the din of conversations all around her melded into one, Shemha retreated within herself. Focused on her own thoughts, she barely even acknowledged Plato’s words, a small tilt of her head the only reaction as she attempted to sort this all out. All of this was headed towards one destination, but the path to arrive there was uncertain. Combat was certain, but to what extent was unclear. Contemplating several options in silence, a single voice got her attention, the one that inserted itself directly into her mind.
Durian. She recalled the female perfectly from their meeting on Earth, alongside Levlidian as she tried to convince them of the potential of a resurrected Wild Hunt. Unaware the woman was capable of telepathic communication, she was curious about how much the couple might have shared while all this carried on. Did they see the potential for, if not Wild Hunt, the concept to prevail here?
”I am with the Empire on this one, yet that goal and what is best for all coincide today.” Shemha responded directly to the Kagami. Prepared to elaborate, she hesitated as Habana declared her intention to take care of Kizuki and leave Xylo to Shemha and Zucceta. The decision was one the Commander could work with even if it was openly aggressive against the Saiyan.
With the Queen engaged and Xylo already taking his leave, Shemha looked to Zucceta before she rose into the air. A fight was coming, but there was a chance it could be simplified if only she could convince a few others to open their eyes and see what sat before them. In the air, tailing the others who were already enroot, Shemha reached out with her mind to a select few, telepathically linking with Durian, Levlidian and Samba. Hopefully they would listen.
”I know the Empire has taken an aggressive stance, but we did not come here looking to destroy. Xylo, whatever you may think him to be, is a creature of violence. When he first returned to this world with that strange egg in tow, he unleashed a demon upon those who looked to defend the planet and its current Guru. Habana and I chose to side with the Guru as Walker appeared to side with the Mazoku. We wished to stop him then and there, but by the time our battle was won that demon of his was already loose. Together they killed several brave warriors and dismembered a child. We only wish to return things to the way they were and as you can see, Xylo will not even entertain the idea of peace.”
“This isn’t a request to side with the Empire, but one to help Zucceta and I destroy that egg before it hatches. Then, with that demonic monstrosity no longer a threat, it should be easy to subdue Xylo. Maybe then, when he has no cards left to play he might see reason.”
As she finished, the Majin left the connection open in order to allow them a chance to reach back to her. She understood it was a long shot and one likely met with hostility, but it was one worth the attempt. Personally she wanted Xylo dead, that was the truth, but considering what she saw on Vegeta, the way Maeve and Zucceta handled the situation, she guessed they didn’t want a bloodbath here. A question left unasked though was, would Maeve let them destroy the egg? Shemha didn’t fully understand her connection with the creature inside. Regardless of their potential answers, Shemha was prepared to fight against whoever stood against her.
With a long sigh Meridia floated after her friend. Normally a voice to be heard and outspoken when she should keep her mouth shut, the demon was strangely quiet. Having heard that stories of the creature within that strange egg, she felt...uneasy around it. Likely not the only one, Meridia wanted the exact opposite of Maeve. She held no interest in challenging the monster within, hopefully it never saw the light of day.
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OOC NOTES: moving to the split with Xylo and crew
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KP 3/3
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Current PL: 297,463
KP: 3/3
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