Queen Habana
Moderator
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
Posts: 1,374 
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Post by Queen Habana on Oct 6, 2017 6:46:40 GMT
Once it became clear that things were not going to be solved peacefully and Xylo, Maeve, Zucceta, Shemha and Xylo’s stronger forces took off that the remaining warriors began pairing off with each other for battle, Habana was not paying much mind to the impending fights outside of keeping a vague track of the energy signatures of the nearby warriors while Kizuki recovered from her strike. Habana had complete confidence in Jala and Raca’s ability to handle the others and frankly the only warriors that posed any genuine danger that had not already left the area were Kizuki whom she had every intention of dealing with before he could pose any such danger, and the strange warrior that was squaring off with Cipher but even still he was no real… Habana paused her assessment of Plato briefly as his power surged dramatically. Alright so perhaps he WAS a credible threat, actually, he was perhaps one of the biggest threats present considering Xylo was the only one outright stronger than him on that side. But even as strong as he was Habana could already tell that he would be dealt with soon enough. “I’m not quite sure what Xylo has told you but he brought this on himself, I might have been convinced to leave Namek be if he had only kept his focus on this world and proven that he posed no danger to the rest of Namek. However, he made the mistake of declaring war on my Empire, attacking planets and people under my protection.”“You may have some history with him that makes you feel oh so certain that he won’t try to destroy us, but I have no reason to believe that, he wanted this war and all I’m doing is giving him what he wanted, what he instigated,” Habana said raising an eyebrow as Kizuki turned to the direction he wanted to move the battle in. “Fine we can move further out, it won't be long and considering where you’re planning to bring us it should work out fairly well for when I move on to the real fight” Habana said with a grin briefly turning to Pin to see if he would be coming along for the battle, it amused her that Kizuki really seemed to believe he’d actually even get a chance to make good on his claim. If nothing else Habana knew for certain Kizuki was a strong example of Saiyan pride, and perhaps an even stronger example of pride devolving into arrogance. With that Habana would dash after Kizuki reigning in her speed enough to keep up with where he was trying to lead the battle. ----- Raca let out a sigh, he had hoped things would remain in some semblance of peace long enough for him to get a chance to properly speak with Rhytid but unfortunately it was not quite meant to be, even still though it initially seemed that Rhytid would not believe him as he fell silent Raca could practically see understanding dawning on his long-lost brother. It brought him no end of relief to know that at least to some extent Rhytid believed him, once this mess was sorted out they would be able to speak more, Rhytid was powerful and as long as he did not end up somehow in a brawl with Jala or Cipher Raca was certain his brother would come to no major harm. Raca briefly turned from Rhytid to look to his superior, Jala had immense power built up and he could already see her deciding how to unleash it, she’d given the warriors assembled all ample warning so it was on them what came next, knowing what he did about her, however, Raca was reasonably certain that most of those fighting were unlikely to be taken down and as Rhytid was looking to attack the Saiyan that had already been on Namek for letting Habana know about the Kikoho user that put him in relative safety. Still, though Raca moved to make it clear to Jala not to strike at Rhytid placing himself in the path of any attacks that might come at his brothers back. ----- Jala sighed to herself, not nearly as many of Xylos forces had backed down as she had been hoping for. Thankfully most of the forces that they had brought were pretty neatly pairing off with mostly even matches among Xylo’s forces. Amusingly it appeared that Ginge was particularly popular among the Mazoku forces, one of the Namekians stepping forward to challenge her, he was strong but not overwhelmingly beyond her capabilities, a… heran? Perhaps not entirely pure Heran considering the hair appeared to be, of all things, flirting with her, and then there was the petulantly arrogant Arcosian who also sought a fight with her, ultimately it appeared Ginge’s interest lay in the Namekian. Cipher was taking up the challenge posed by the spirit… thing but while it seemed at first a fairly even match the creature revealed it was packing a whole hell of a lot more power, Cipher was strong, even stronger than Jala but with the power that thing was throwing around now he was likely going to need help sooner rather than later. Chili and the strange demonic creature were also ready to battle and like the battle between Tabu and Gine it would likely favor the enemy but not anywhere near enough to require immediate intervention. The remaining Mazoku forces seemed to have mostly backed down or at least we're giving the impression that they were standing down, enough so that Jala would keep to her word and leave them out of this until they made the mistake of rejoining. Her targets were a simple choice to make, the Arcosian while a non-threat to herself and Raca was just dangerous enough that he could and likely would kill unsuspecting members of there forces such as Ginge, and on the other end of the spectrum was the most genuine danger present, the spirit that wanted to fight Cipher was not something she could ignore as it packed enough power that he could even pose a small risk to Habana and the others if allowed to move on from possible victory over Cipher and into the bigger battle let alone the face he was a nigh-unstoppable danger to anyone else present. Jala’s hand crackled with energy for a few moments before it began to properly condense forming two jagged vaguely arrow-like shapes in her hand “GRAND ARROW RAIN” Jala shouted pointing her palm skyward, while usually this technique was intended to produce a massive amount of her ‘arrow’ technique instead the bolts of energy were condensed down into just two bolts which launched into the air before raining down on her targets. ----- Habana Base PL: 400,288 | Habana Current PL: 10,807,776 Habana accepts Kizuki’s request for a split, feel free to set it up! Jala Base PL: 300,216 | Jala Current PL: 6,004,320 Jala’s [SU3] A Moments Notice has become a split [MP3] Grand Arrow Rain! Charged to 300% it’s power is 18,012,960 split into two 9,006,480 PL bolts, one aimed at Ais, the other aimed at Plato! Intent to knock out! Jala KP: 0/3 Raca Base PL: 200,144 | Raca Current PL: 2,001,440 Basil |
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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 Oct 10, 2017 11:55:56 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |Rhytid's PL: 85,423
Rhytid's current PL: 427,115
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| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Great Namek (x5)
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As Rhytid stood infront of the Saiyan 'Warrior', he could easily hear Gaivahros' pleas for them not to fight. If only he could think the same, Rhytid thought. If only. Diplomacy obviously wasn't working out for them, these people were fighters, not politicians. Fighters only knew of one way to settle a conflict. Fist to fist.
The Arcosian from before now approached them, speaking to Rhytid directly. Was he...Was he mocking him for daring to spare these Saiyans? Was he really trying to convince Rhytid to just kill them instead? ''Well, you obviously know very little about our culture.'' Rhytid scoffed at him. ''We hold honor above all else, Arcosian. I'd rather get my head torn off with my honor intact than be forced to toss that away.''
He sent a quick glance toward Ais, eyes lowered into a glare, before he turned back toward Kaile. ''I don't need your assistance. This is between her and I alone.''
And as if directly on cue, the betrayer herself spoke up. She seemed mighty annoyed with Rhytid, and impatient. Turns out she wasn't even remotely interested in the war, only Zucceta. But she lacked vision, shortsighted as ever. As expected from a Saiyan, really.
With an audible scoff, Rhytid spoke up. ''Oh no, you didn't break any oath. However, you did betray his trust. That alone is enough to tell how much of a two-faced rat you are. Did you really expect Xylo to accept peace with multiple fully-powered Saiyans breathing down his neck? Don't make me laugh.'' His sharp nails dug into his stretchy skin and flesh out of sheer frustration, nearly drawing blood. It was obvious that she was lying through her teeth. If she only cared for Zucceta, why would she ever think of alerting the Saiyan Queen of Samba's hidden technique?
''Don't try to weasel your way out of this with sloppy excuses, Saiyan.''
Kaile went on to continue stating she had no interest in any of this, merely Zucceta. Maybe she really didn't seek to kill any of them, but how was Rhytid supposed to trust her word? All of it just didn't add up...And then there was the elephant in the room.
Zucceta. She wanted to follow her and Xylo to the other battlefield, where warriors capable of blowing apart the Solar System would soon clash fists. Did this Saiyan truly think she had any place in that fight? She was simply too weak, too irrelevant, just like Rhytid. It's the exact reason he chose to stay behind...If he even thought of aiding Xylo, he'd get killed in the blink of an eye.
''You're way too weak to even think about joining their battle. You're like an annoying fly to them, simply buzzing around their head trying to get a piece of the action.'' Rhytid stated with little to no empathy for the Saiyan. Reunion or not, he wasn't ready to let this Saiyan practically kill herself by shoving herself into a battle she did not belong in.
Rhytid freed his arms, and flexed his muscles, flaring up his own power and aura moments after Kaile did so. It seems she was a tad more powerful than Rhytid thought...But still far too weak. Still but a fly, just like him. ''You know what happens to flies, right? They get swatted without mercy.'' He spoke.
All of a sudden, the Saiyan blasted off toward the distance! In a quick burst of speed, she attempted to escape Rhytid and the rest to go reunite with Zucceta! A confused, yet angered growl came from Rhytid once he processed what happened, his aura quickly flaring up as well! ''GET BACK HERE!'' The Namekian roared, quickly giving chase as his size and power began to increase!
Rhytid quickly grew to heights that rivalled the very Oozaru that Saiyans were so proud of, easily gaining on Kaile with his unleashed strength. Rhytid slammed down on the ground before Kaile with a deafening quake, palm stretched out toward the fleeing Saiyan as he held a determined, and angered glare.
''I'm not going to let you practically kill yourself by joining them! Whether you like it or not, you're going to have to go through me first!''
The verdant energy crackled along the palm of his hand, sending sparks into the ground below that cracked the very surface of Namek. Suddenly, Rhytid let out a loud roar, and unleashed the destructive energy in a giant wave aimed at Kaile!
''DESTRUCTION WAVE!''
Rhytid has transformed into his Great Namek form!
[N1]Destruction Wave fired at Kaile for 140,948 PL of damage! Intent to K.O!
KP: 2/3
TAGS: @gaivahros Ais Kaile
OOC NOTES: Only tagging peeps I directly interacted with.
Pin you're up!
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Post by Pin on Oct 11, 2017 3:31:36 GMT
Pin watched as more and more of the warriors present began to pair up for fights. He watched as Kizuki and Habana made way for another battlefield, far from this one, attempting to contain the collateral damage of their battle. For a moment he considered following after them - after all, he'd been wanting to fight Kizuki for a while now. But he reconsidered. Habana would have no trouble dispatching Kizuki, and ultimately Pin might just get in the way. The last thing he wanted to be for the Queen was a liability. Besides, he couldn't help but think that to follow would just prove that he was some kind of puppet...some kind of doll.
And besides, there would be fun to be had around here! Sure, the only other warriors of significant strength were pairing up (and frankly, that worked in Pin's favor as he doubted he could actually take on Plato OR Cipher - thank the stars for long-standing personal grudges!), but that didn't mean Pin would find himself without a partner for the dance.
In fact, his attention was falling on someone over by the ship. He'd only caught a snippet of the conversation between the warriors around Ginge. She'd been challenged by a now-large Namekian who appeared to be a near even match for her, but she'd also attracted the attention of that uppity Arcosian that had greeted the Saiyan forces when they'd arrived. Still, Pin ignored him as his helmet picked up on Jala's massive attack heading his way - there was next to no chance of that power not dropping the upstart changeling, so Pin wouldn't waste his time.
Instead, Pin found himself drawn to a peculiar attendee to this grand battlefield. Blue skinned and clad in a weird scarf-cape, he'd been calling for level-headedness and peace. He'd also been so bold as to...ask Ginge out on a date? In the middle of a battlefield? No, no, this simply wouldn't do. Ginge was worthy of far greater respect, and far greater fear - especially from a warrior of such unimpressive stature. Pin kicked on his propulsors in low gear, making his way around Gaivahros quickly and quietly. He had an entrance in mind.
Coming up behind Gaivahros, Pin announced his arrival with the sound of whirling metal - he'd deployed one of his metal tentacle arms and kicked it's blades into their drill configuration.
"I'm afraid she'll have to take a raincheck on that date, Romeo," Pin said. "She'll be busy washing blood out of her hair."
With that, he drove forward with the drill, aiming to go in through Gaivahros' back and come out through his chest, impaling the unfortunate pacifist.
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Pin has attacked @gaivahros with Drill Press, intent to kill.
[N1] Drill Press: By rotating the bladed claws at the ends of his Aranea Module arms, Pin can effectively turn them into a vicious drill.
Attack power 889,325!
KP 2/3
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Post by Tabu on Oct 13, 2017 18:00:13 GMT
Winds swirled around the Namekian as Tabu prepared for the coming confrontation. Every cell, every molecule of his body was tuned to the utmost, throwing out every scrap of ki and power he could generate. Finally, after months of inaction, he was in the middle of things once more. And he loved every second of it. However, some of the gallery seemed to be still protesting the inevitability of this conflict, despite the imminent clash. Tabu threw a disgusted look at the Heran, "If you wanted peace so bad, maybe you shouldn't have charged headfirst into a warzone! Go take your meandering philosophy to someone who cares!" Tabu spat in front of the weakling, then turned back to his foe.
"Maybe now we can sta-" Tabu continued, only to be rudely cut off by the one known as Ais. Tabu tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey buddy!" He said in a mock-friendly whisper, "I got this one, maybe you should find someone else to fight, like the yapping dog over there!" The Namekian said in the same tone, gesturing towards the Patrolmen on the far side of the field. It seemed like everyone had to finish their mouthing off before they COULD FIGHT THEIR SWORN ENEMIES! With a loud growl, he turned to the Heran once more, "I think you're on the wrong planet loverboy, as I said before, screw off!"
Tabu's head abruptly swiveled around to the Sayian "princess" now flying off the field, and listened to her fading words. He glanced at this "Ginge" and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "What's with your contingent professing peace and then running off?" He shook his head sadly, "Seems like you have a pretender to the throne on your hands."Audibly cracking his neck, Tabu's focus shifted completely to the Sayian standing before him. "A duel between warriors then? Good. At least not everyone here is a spineless pacifist." Gritting his teeth, Tabu more than tripled his height, pushing his reach advantage to almost ridiculous proportions. Smirking broadly, the Namekian would attempt a gigantic kick, aiming to send Ginge flying like the small pebble she was!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 23:12:05 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 25,086
GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 25,086 (Base Form)
Gaivahros was too busy flicking through a list on his device to pay any attention to what Tabu was saying. Everything around him has become a jumbled distortion of noise at this point as he was focused on finding something. It had taken him a few moments, but he found what he was looking for. After tapping the screen, he slid the machine into his pocket and reached for the pair of ear buds that nestled inside the pleats of his scarf before slipping them into his ears. He looked on once more out onto the 'battlefield' that was the top of this Saiyan space ship. There seemed to be some sort of debate going on, with a couple of people floating around and another few stalling as they prepared themselves. 'These people sure like to talk a lot,' the Heran thought to himself. He couldn't help but let out a sigh. 'If this is what they call "fighting", then I'm gonna end up dying of boredom…'He was caught up in his own thoughts, and his own musings as he listened to what could have been the soundtrack of a fighting cartoon. So caught up, in fact, that he hadn't noticed something. By the time he did, it was too late. A sharp jolt ran through his spine, across his body, then towards his limbs. A sharp pain panged against his back. Then inside him. Then through him. And then gone. The shock of such a volatile feeling sent a numbing pain through his entirety. When he looked down, his eyes widened. Protruding through his body was a large, steel-like spike. Glistening crimson liquid covered the tapered point, sliding across its metallic surface before dripping onto the hull of the ship. It was soaked in blood. his blood. Quivering, numb lips tried to let out a word, but blood soon filled his throat and poured from his agape mouth. It took a moment before he was able to speak. "Is this a dagger… I see before me…?" Blue hands, trembling and shaking and twitching, caressed the surface of the weapon with the tips of their fingers. "Nope… Just a huge ass spike…" The easy-going, laid back, nonchalant warrior chuckled with a half smile, as much as his muscles would allow it. "At least it wasn't from boredom…"His eyes went blurry. Vision was beginning to dim, as though the lights in a room were dimming down. It wouldn't be long now until he was left in darkness. His eyes shifted in their sockets involuntarily, shifting and gazing to everyone around him. They stopped as they took focus on Ginge. His subconscious made him shake his head in disappointment. "I guess… those 'shakes… will have to wait…" Finally, his head craned backwards. He looked upon the face—if one could call it that—of his attacker. An ear bud snagged, and fell from his ear as he gazed into the blank, silvery mask of Pin. "Are you that scared of me… tin man…?" With everything he had, with every ounce of energy that his body could afford, the Heran's hand gripped tight around the point of the drill, and began to push himself off of it. "Are you truly that weak… that you would need to… get the jump on me…?" A sickening squelch resounded across the air as Gaivahros fully dislodged himself from his impalement. Blood continued to pour from veins, arteries, and organs. He slumped forwards, wanting to hold himself… but there really wasn't anything there to hold onto. The only thing he could do was to hold on to life for as long as he could. He could only delay death for so long, however. "Know this… tin man… as you stand before your enemy…" the Heran's arm slowly, sluggishly, reached for his neck. Fingers grasped around his scarf before pulling it off, leaving it beside him. Trembling steps made his body turn to face Pin. His face had a smirk of defiance. "Know that you couldn't… beat me in a fight… Know how weak… you truly are…" His bottom lip curled inwards, Gaivahros sucking up what blood dripped from his mouth before spitting right in the android's face. His arm spread out to either side, as though crucified. His eyes slowly close. "And with that… I win…"Gaivahros toppled backwards. His body hit the steel plating with an echoed thud that rang out. Darkness had taken a hold of his sight, and emptiness was all that was left in his mind. The 'Saviour of Hope' knew no more.
KP: 3/3
TAGS: Ais OOC NOTES: Is ded.
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Post by Ais on Oct 15, 2017 17:55:08 GMT
Ais looked at Ginge, his expression one of anger and disbelief. "You... you dare, Saiyan?" He clenched his fists, the vein on his forehead popping out. He approached Ginge, putting a hand out towards Tabu when he tried to get him to break off from them and face that dog thing. "And leave this insult unanswered? No. This Saiyan is going to feel some pain. When i'm done, you can have whatever's left." The Changeling lord sensed something that caught his attention, however. It seemed like an attack was being charged. "Actually, never mind. I have bigger fish to fry." Ais turned to face Jala, scowling at her. His scowl quickly turned to a look of concern, however, when he truly got the chance to feel the power behind the attack. 'Can I... can I even stop that?' He wasn't entirely sure. The power he felt was incredible... almost frightening, even. Then, with the announcement of the attack's name, it happened. Ais didn't even have time to ditch his weights or transform. "Damn it!" He growled, putting both of his hands up towards the energy attack. A shimmering golden barrier spread out around his body. This was his Sovereign Shield, but in the back of his mind, the Changeling knew that it was over. "Go to hell... Saiyans...!" The attack struck his shield, shattering it with barely a struggle. Ais didn't even register the attack had struck him. The second it made contact, he was down. In a brilliant explosive light, the area around the Changeling was turned to a crater, a battered and broken Ais in the center with the pieces of his armor all around him. He was finished. By some cruel twist of fate, though, he wasn't dead. Indeed, Ais might have preferred death at the hands of a Saiyan instead of living with the knowledge that a Saiyan didn't even find it worth their time to kill him. When he woke up, he would have some serious emotional turmoil to work through.
Blegh, kind of a shitty post, but it's the best I can do with the time I have. xD Ginge |
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Post by Ginge on Oct 16, 2017 21:21:30 GMT
Ginge's PL: 61,696
When the fighting had begun, it did so with force. Various warriors atop the grand craft flexed what surely had to be the brunt of their power, and even the child had decided it was not the time for words. To tell the truth, she had to respect its ability to recognize when words would be a waste of breath. Even her Queen had shown a fraction of her strength, and a simple slap of her tail had sent the traitor flying towards some unknown corner of the planet.
Ginge wasn't concerned with any of this, though. Neither did she care for how her superior had decided to handle the coward sitting at the edge of the battlefield, aside from a brief chuckle at the blue pacifist's expense, or of the lizard being laid out by a single attack. No, her attention was squarely on her own opponent, the slug who had now grown to the size of an Oozaru.
Of course, there was something that he'd said that struck a nerve.
"I've never seen her before." The Saiyan woman replied truthfully with a quick glance at the coward who'd attempted to flee from her opponent. To be honest, she was glad to see the other slug intervene in her attempt at escaping.
However, there was no time to discuss the matter any further. As the giant reared back to make his attack, Ginge did what she always had, and what few seemed to have the guts to do in real battle: she charged forward. With quick bursts of ki and speed, she leapt up and onto the gargantuan leg that'd sought to strike her, balancing atop the clothed knee with one palm as she brought her body parallel to the ground far below. Grinning from one ear to the other, she launched herself again with a massive burst of ki from her back, and sought to drive the both of her knees as deep into the belly of her enemy as she could manage.
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Post by Kaile on Oct 17, 2017 0:12:09 GMT
 i dare for you to tell me “please don't cry” @tagged His trust? His TRUST?! This Namekian knew nothing of Kaile then obviously. If someone didn't give their loyalty you shouldn't ever trust them, If they did not swear fealty you should not accept them. That was a simple rule of life that Kaile lived by, Always an outcast and never trusted. It was his fault he gave his trust openly, He should've been more guarded until such a time as their training had officially began. But either way, As she took off this Namekian persisted in chasing after her, Growing to the size of the mighty Oozaru before blocking her path. Kaile stopped quickly, her aura dissipating when she did. Her face turned into one of anger as he tried to say he wouldn't let her 'throw her life away'... Who was he to decide what she did with her own life!? He was a NOBODY! With gritted teeth he unleashed his attack, But Kaile was adamant about what she had told him before. Without even so much as moving, a red sphere quickly formed around her body taking the brunt of the attack. When the smoke finally cleared he would see Kaile, standing in the same position still though heavily scarred and damaged. Her clothes torn and shredded by the attack, bleeding from multiple spots with burn marks all across her front and yet... Kaile made no hostile motions towards the Namekian. "Today marks the day where I am proven right. I come here in peace, Seeking an audience with but a single person. Swept up in the war of the broken empire she left behind, With no intentions of fighting or harming a single sole here I am immediately persecuted and attacked." Her eyes narrowed at the Namekian, her arms at her sides and not even attempting to make a hostile action towards the Namekian that now assaulted her. "Three times now, Three times have I been attacked when I was doing literally nothing wrong. Three times have I now been attacked when I wanted nothing more than to move away from the area I ended up in. The first was by an Arcosian by the name of Koldar, Attacked me and held me hostage for no reason other than my resemblance. The second, a bitch Arcosian named Polara. She attacked me, tried so hard to weaken me and play with me only to allow me to crush her to save my own life. I was even leaving her alone, She helped me gather some supplies for a merchant, on my way out and suddenly she attacks me. But I'm to blame for that, because of my resemblance to my Sister I am to blame for her attacking me and her being killed in self defense.
And now this, A fucking Namekian. You of all people I thought would understand peace when you saw it staring you right in the damned face! I told you I came here for peace,
I have made no aggressive actions towards anyone here. Yes I warned Habana of Sambas technique does that make me an enemy? No. You claim you won't let me throw my life away!?Her face turned into one of pure rage, her aura once more flaring around her as she took in a deep breath "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"Her aura flared up again and again, lashing out wildly and violently as it did. "WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE NAMEKIAN!? ALLOW ME TO PASS PEACEFULLY OR I WILL ERASE YOUR VERY EXISTENCE!" Her words rang loudly, Her eyes flared with not hatred towards this Namekian but determination. All Kaile wished to do was pass by harmlessly, She meant no ill will towards anyone that had been or still remained here. She wanted nothing to do with this war. "I HAVE NO QUALMS WITH YOU! I HAVE NO FIGHT WITH YOU! MY ONLY REASON FOR BEING HERE IS FOR MY SISTER, ZUCCETA!">>>Super Ki Barrier[UP2] - Through some proper Ki Manipulation, you've gained the ability to summon a barrier made of Ki! It charges at 66% per turn. If the Barrier user is within 65% of the attack's PL, the damage is halved. (IE: If a Ki Barrier had 2,000 PL, and was broken by a 3,000 PL attack, the bleed-through damage would be 500 PL instead of 1,000). If the Barrier user is lower than 65% of the incoming attack, the damage reduction is only 25%. [ WORDS 000 | THREAD 000 | KI REMAINING 1/3 | Current Power Level 76137 ] OOC: Readying to turn FSSJ, Haven't done so yet. If anyone thinks I did not emphasis the wounds enough, Please let me know and I shall make appropriate edits to ensure that I have. Attempting to leave. Super Ki Barrier[UP2] vs Destruction Wave[N1] SKB PL: 50250 vs DW PL: 140,948 -> Destruction Wave remaining PL: 90698 vs 25% Reduction to Bleedthrough -> 68023 Damage taken, Still conscious (though barely). |
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Post by Cipher 24 on Oct 17, 2017 11:43:23 GMT
Cipher had begun to move past Plato when the vengeful phantom erupted into a roar. Cipher's attention snapped back to him as the ghost morphed into a massive beast of flame and stone, all the while going on and on about his pain, still trying to justify his rage and hatred. Cipher ignored his self righteous speech. All he was concerned about was the immense power radiating off of him. He was much stronger now, a threat to everyone around them, a threat too great to ignore.
Then came the attack. Cipher threw up his arms as the large fist crashed into him, Cipher barely managing to remain upright as the ground beneath his feet cracked and crumbled. To be honest, after the intense beating he had taken from Vipoi, this really wasn't so bad. Who'd have thought something good would come of that. As the flames washed over him, Cipher grunted and held on. If Plato thought Cipher was simply going to burn up like a matchstick, then the ghost was delusional.
And then, through the flames, he saw it. The android Pin impaling Gaivahros through the back. Cipher froze, his eyes wide. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, as the mortally wounded Heran turned to face his attacker, before succumbing and dying. That man had been one of the few who actively tried to stop the fighting, one who's desire for piece prompted the android's respect. And here he was, killed in such a horrible fashion, just like that.
He was also vaguely aware of the other things happening on the field as well. The Arcosian getting blasted by Jala's attack, and of the giant Namekian attacking that saiyan girl. He barely even noticed Plato's flames stop.
Cipher was no fool when it came to the SSE's actions. He knew of the horrible things they had done. He didn't pretend those never happened. But Cipher saw past that. He believed the SSE could be better, that it can change into a force of good. He'd seen it in Zucceta afterall. But it wouldn't be easy. After all, the scars ran deep, and would be difficult to heal.
But seeing this, it reminded Cipher of something. All those years ago, Vipoi had staged a fake saiyan attack to justify his siege of the Western Capital. It had been completely unnecessary, dragging the saiyans' name through the mud just for a flimsy justification. And now it was happening. A terrible act of the SSE, by an android pretending to be a saiyan.
Something in Cipher snapped.
The air burst with electricity as Cipher let our a roar of fury. His voice seemed different, like multiple voices were screaming all at once. His eyes glowed red with fury, as glowing purple lines formed across his body. Suddenly, he shot past Plato, the specter forgotten as he charged right at Pin, energy forming around his fist.
"ENOUGH!"
Cipher threw all his fury behind that blow. A small part of him held back enough not to kill the murderous android, otherwise Cipher may have taken his head clean off. Once done, Cipher looked down at Gaivahros' corpse. "He was a good man. He didn't deserve this." He turned his glowing gaze skyward. "I am sick and tired of having to watch good people suffer because of violent happy fucks like you lot! The next person who makes any hostile moves on ANYONE, is getting all four of my fists rammed down their throat!" Cipher was beyond caring at this point. If they wanted to fight, he'd give them one. No matter who's side they were on.
"So, who ELSE wants to try to be a murderer today?"
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Overdrive activated. Current PL: 6,912,000
Atlas Fist [MP3] PL: 6,912,000 aimed at Pin, intent to knock out.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Plato on Oct 18, 2017 6:19:58 GMT
Plato's fist slammed down as he could see Cipher was struggling in holding his fist up though he would soon have a reprieve. First, it was Habana voice as he lifted his fist away. She spoke as if she knew why he was here. Xylo was just an excuse. He wanted Vegence. For all the people there empire killed. Most of all, the life that was taken from him. "You know nothing Queen. I am not here for Xylo.I'm here to protect innocent people. People who fight against. My people suffered a life I almost had destroyed my your people." Plato said with a calm rage. "Once I'm done here perhaps we will dance." He said before focusing back on the battle. He heard a voice as he'd turn his head once more to see two arrowed shaped beams flying form Jala hands. One hit the Aroscain Ais and the other was headed right at him. Plato skins turned grey as he froze up like a statue as the arrows crashed right into his arm being blown clean off. Flames flickered about as the arm crashed below turning into a ball of fire that went across him forming a ring of flame.He'd look down an annoyed look but not a flicker of pain. He had lost that sensation along time ago. He'd turn his head towards Jala as flames burst from the stump. "That was not a bad attack. I'm going to assume Habana left you here because you know what you're doing so I guess I'll give you my message so you can relay it to your boss." Plato said with a grunt. Part of him just wanted to blow them all away kill them. He knew he'd not get that far. Proving Cipher around would also be far more satisfying.
Before he could do that, however, see that Android rush behind the heran warrior and kill him. It was a gruesome sight. He wishes he did something about it as the stones fell away from his body. Another person who died just like on yardrat. Just like what Shem did and just like Purika. The Saiyans had not changed. If they did they'd not resort to killing their foes. Those Jala attack seemed to not kill her foe when it should of. So perhaps it was just the fools on the lower scale. Or maybe Jala saw the wisdom in not killing. Perhaps they were supposed to truly be on a peace mission. He didn't buy it all that much but at least they made the effort. What got him as Cipher Response. The Android burst into a rage a rage he had never seen before. The man rushed forward slamming his fist as he'd attempt to hit the android that just had killed the half heran warrior. He'd look at the man fueled by rage. He couldn't help but laugh as flames flicked around him. Part of him wanted to blast the warrior in the back just destroy him but...no. He thought about a time long ago. A time where he lay his sword down to cipher and asked him to end his life. He had done bad but Cipher saw good. Cipher saw good many times in him when others did not. He closed his eyes as flames flicked around his body. "I was the wrong Cipher." He sent the telepathic message to cipher, "Your mission was the peace you thought the sse wanted that. That why you sided with them. Because your goal is peace and you see the only way is with the sse. You can't force peace down people throats by bashing their heads in. So I will stand with you stop this violence. We have much to talk about afterward. Consider this a truce and payback for what you did. You spared my life on konats a long time ago and I'm paying it back now. Don't get to comfy with this. When this conflict over I want the truth, why you were on Konat all the stuff you did." Plato sent the telepathic message to cipher with a still raged tone. He didn't trust cipher all that much but seeing cipher attack his "allies." It made him have a little faith. Perhaps Cipher didn't sell out. He was no tool of the sse. Plato turned his head to the crowd.
"I stand with Cipher. If anyone tries to make a hostile action there also dealing with me. Trust me you don't want to make an enemy of me. This conflict ends now." Plato said as he looked at the others as his firey arm reached to grasp the dead body of Gaivahros. Like Cipher said he was a good man. He wanted peace. Gaivahros reminded him of the past. A past time that he had where he just wanted to help konats. He spoke in his native tongue to the man, "May your soul be at ease child of Hera." Most of them would most likely not understand what the said. Those who could who know he spoke in Konstian tongue. He sent another telepathic message to Jala, "I also extend an offer in this time so listen well. I'll send this one message. I will back down from being a foe of your empire and its people if I get the following. One you stay away from konats. All your men, woman, everyone is not allowed there. They caused too much pain to them and I been threatened by your commander. I want to make sure Two, you admit to the crimes of your empire that they attacked my people. I know the empire did it but I want the universe to know. I don’t want it to be hidden I want everyone to know the truth. Three if General Mayze ever returns he will stand trial on Konats. If you don’t know what I’m talking about that damned general sent an attack on my people. He sent two sse soldier Carva and Arias to take over. I don’t why this happened but I don’t care. The damage was done what I want is peace of mind and justice. If these three requirements are filled I have no use in my alliance with Xylo. Take it or leave it." Plato snapped the message turning his head back rage bellowing in his eyes. He wanted Vengeances, but justice would work as well. Justice for the death of the people of konats. His Rage did not cloud him enough to not see that path.
[N1] Monster Hide (Ki Barrier Flavored)
Turning himself into the beast himself Plato can absorb a massive amount of damage. It charges at 33 percent a turn and if the hide is broken any bleed-through damage is quartered (IE: If a Ki Barrier had 2,000 PL, and was broken by a 3,000 PL attack, the bleed-through damage would be 500 PL instead of 1,000).
I take 4847141.25 Damage.
*Plato sent a message to Cipher and Jala and is backing Cipher up*
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Post by Chili Pepper on Oct 21, 2017 22:17:39 GMT
Chili waited for someone to try to get in his face, sorta itching for a fight since all these people wanted one so damn badly. Pairs soon split off as most of the big names left the scene and small battles began. Most of them were obviously pulled punches, everyone just trying to get the edge on their enemy. The pup watched careful as the Saiyans seemed to be pretty equal with the Mazoku in the fight so far, but none of this would have prepared the dog. The current confrontations were at least in a sense honorable, but then that shady android went too far. Pin shanked if anything a audience member for this invasion. With the amount of blood that came out, Chili was amazed Gai lasted as long as he did, making the pup’s face grow hot with furry fury. That was too much and now that insufferable robot was going to get his just deserts. His eyes set on pin Chili almost lunged at him, but Cipher beat him to it. The voice that erupted from the four armed android was the second thing Chili hadn’t prepared for. Cipher was absolutely furious and in one fell swoop dished out a hell of a punishment directed at Pin. Soon both Cipher and Plato seemed to join the same side and challenged anyone else to have the nerve to spill any more blood, Chili quickly swallowing his nerve. “ W-Well okay than…”
Chili still charging his attack.
KP: 3/3
TL;DR: Chili was gonna smack a bot, but looks like this war got some referees.
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Queen Habana
Moderator
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
Posts: 1,374
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Post by Queen Habana on Oct 23, 2017 19:56:12 GMT
Jala was cautiously optimistic about things, she knew for certain the Arcosian was going down, enough so that she paid it no further mind as she kept her focus mainly on the literal giant fire demon spirit that was the REAL problem. She held no real illusions about her attack defeating Plato, his power was such that he could theoretically take it head on and keep going. But hopefully it was enough of a threat that he would see the need to use his energy to fend it off in some manner, any energy wasted on it was energy not used on anyone else, most importantly Cipher.
Unfortunately as Jala kept her focus on Plato trusting that the others would handle things she paid little mind to Pin moving into battle, after all she had sort of expected that if Pin was not going to depart with Habana and Kizuki that he would work on taking down the rest of the Mazoku forces.
Unfortunately she was right, he DID decide to take out a member of the Mazoku forces. Unfortunately it was with FAR more force than was necessary. Jala had made it VERY clear that they would be upholding the no-kill request from Zucceta as it was apart of Habana’s wishes especially considering it was not entirely obvious who among the forces present were properly Mazoku that faithfully followed Xylo and wanted the Empire dead, and who were residents of namek or those aiding them simply defending there planet without knowing the broader issues at hand.
Jala twisted away from her focus on Plato a few moments after the point where it was FAR too late for the part-heran. “What the HELL ARE YOU DOING PIN!” she roared “ Habana wanted no killing damnit and I made it CLEAR that we were upholding that” she added with a snarl her hand tightening into a fist as she started to move to close the distance between herself and the Android.
Pin was supposed to be one of the people she could rely on, one of Habana’s closest allies. Jala was fairly certain she knew WHY this had happened, Pins overdrive had always proven to make him go a bit overboard but even still he generally kept himself aware enough to follow orders.
Before Jala could reach Pin to try and smack some sense into him someone else took exception to his actions, someone quite a bit more powerful than Jala. Cipher blazed past her arm cocked back to bash in Pin’s head, Jala COULD have made a move to stop the furious Android but it would have required her to take the hit for Pin, something she was simply not willing to do with Pin either unable or unwilling to follow orders.
Cipher made a quick and serious declaration that he wanted the fighting done with, a sentiment that was surprisingly backed up by Plato of all people causing Jala to blink in confusion further confusing was when she heard the voice of the spirit in her head.
“If I remember correctly how techniques like this work you can hear me if I will a response correct? I am not entirely in a position to guarantee what the Empire will or won't do in regards to Konats, it has as long as Habana has been Commander not been a world we put much priority into taking over, to speak frankly despite what you claim I’m not even entirely sure what attack you are talking about. What I can guarantee you is the chance to actually speak with Habana about this and a guarantee that as long as Xylo’s forces do not attack ours we will not attack them. I tried to make as much clear once the others departed. Pin has acted far outside of my and Habana’s orders.”
“If Mayze did order an attack on your planet it was not with Habana’s consent, she’s far more interested in bringing other worlds into the Empire willingly as partners over the old practices”
Jala Base PL: 300,216 | Jala Current PL: 6,004,320
Jala KP: 1/3 +1 KP
Raca Base PL: 200,144 | Raca Current PL: 2,001,440
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Queen Habana
Moderator
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
Posts: 1,374
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Post by Queen Habana on Oct 24, 2017 6:16:10 GMT
Updated post order!
Rhytid - Pin - Tabu - Ginge - Kailie - Cipher - Plato - Chili - Habana(Jala/Raca)
Out of the Order
Gogmagog, Sagi-Shi, Basil
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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 Oct 25, 2017 14:55:06 GMT
| With Enemies Like These, Who Needs Friends? |Rhytid's PL: 85,423
Rhytid's current PL: 683,384 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE Bonus | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meikai no Senshi (x8)
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And still she fought against it- he could've figured as much. Even though Rhytid far outclassed the Saiyan brat, she still stood. The Namekian cursed himself for not putting more power behind his assault, for now her bleeding and burnt body still stood. Rhytid could only imagine the pain she felt.
And yet he chose to stay silent throughout it all. Rhytid's act of mercy had managed to snap the Saiyan beyond comprehension. Past tales were told, people named that Rhytid knew none of...If anything he was just confused.
But that wasn't even the start of it. That trademarked rage all the Saiyans were known for was on full display. The giant flinched at her screaming, those poor ears of his had a tough time living through all of it. But was he intimidated? Scared? Not in the slightest. Rhytid knew what Saiyans were capable of all too well, having even taught one of them personally. He wasn't scared- he couldn't be scared. Not now.
''It does make you an enemy. Now stand down, or f-...''
Confidence was a fickle thing, though. It could be inflated to monstrous heights in the span of seconds, and crumble down to nothing in the following. Some things were just too unexpected, things no one could have ever seen coming...And boy did Rhytid wish he knew what was coming.
The crush of bone, the splattering of blood, followed by a long silence that washed across the battlefield.
''No...-'' Rhytid didn't look. He was too scared to look, yet he heard the voices, he FELT his Ki dropping rapidly, and his voice faded along with it. His head finally turned, only to see the corpse of his former ally, his friend.
''NOO!! GAI!-''
It hit him like a speeding train, in an instant his soul and spirit were crushed, along with that cursed confidence. All too quickly he was brought back to the reality of the situation...But why did it have to be this way? Why him...!? In utter panic, the Namekian reverted to his regular state and flew over to his comrade- maybe he could still be saved? Maybe...
His knees hit the grass with a defeated thud, widened eyes of disbelief locked onto the grotesque wound left inside of him. They didn't even have the gall to give him an honorable death...Instead they painted the lands of Namek with his blood- the blood of an innocent.
There were no words, only the hushed sobbing of a broken Warrior. What once was a source of inspiration for all young Namekians was now a defeated husk, shedding tear after tear over the body of his fallen friend.
The chaos spread, Gaivahros' death sparking boundless fury across more fighters than just Rhytid. But they didn't know him. To them, he was but another casualty of war; just another spectator. Rhytid's body crumbled further, his hands moving over the Heran's cold body. No heartbeat, not a trace of Ki...Just his empty, emotionless eyes staring deep into Rhytid's.
He could only freeze in horror as their eyes met, only now was when he truly realized it.
Seeing the empty gaze of his friend...It triggered something deep within the Namekian.
Licks of white Ki began emanating from his body like a mist. The air distorted, and the grass began to wave in the still air. Tears continued to stream from Rhytid's eyes, yet his body itself had calmed down. There was no more sobbing, his face had grown stern, burning brightly with a sense of determination even he did not know of.
The energetic mist around him gained more form, tiny cracks began riddling the ground across Rhytid...
In this moment everything he knew had crumbled down. False promises of peace he now finally realized- Namek itself was stabbed in the back on this day. To think Rhytid had started to believe their lies, that he was willing to focus his efforts on another for just a small moment, believing none of them would lash out...Oh how wrong he was. The Arcosian was right, these people truly knew no honor. A true disgrace to all who called themselves fighters.
An unstable aura began to flicker to life. Rhytid's eyes flashed with Ki, like a flickering lightbulb...
Almost without thinking, Rhytid's hand moved toward the bloodied scarf on Gaivahros' neck. With care, he removed the red cloth, gazing upon it with nothing but silence. He paused for a second, before his hands gripped the scarf tightly. Rhytid's eyes closed, and he wrapped it around his own neck. There was little Rhytid could do in the heat of the moment, but his friend deserved respect. He deserved a shred of honor- something the Saiyans denied him.
All Rhytid could do now was wear his friend's scarf in honor of him. A piece of Gaivahros would forever continue to experience battles with Rhytid, continue to protect all that he could...For that is all he wanted.
As Rhytid stood up, the earth shook and crumbled, a mighty aura of blazing white finally bursting to completion.
His eyes opened, lit up with pure Ki, tears glistening through the bright energy.
''People are streams-'' The words of the prophet echoed inside of his mind.
Now, Rhytid had become a raging river, filled with power and clarity.
A Warrior's Clarity.
Rhytid has unlocked Meikai no Senshi (x8)!
Wearing the scarf of his fallen comrade, he sets his eyes on the SSE as a whole. Peace might not be so easily realized after all...
+1 to KP.
3/3 KP
TAGS: Pin you're up!
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Post by Pin on Oct 26, 2017 1:49:53 GMT
Pin looked into the Heran’s eyes as he bled, not that one could tell with his helmet on. The Heran attempted to wax poetic, claim that he was better than Pin, somehow stronger - even though he was about to be little more than meat, and Pin was still in optimal working order. Really, the son of a bitch took entirely too long to die, to such an extent that it became irritating. Pin was preparing to fire a few blaster shots into him just to shut him up, but it ended up not being necessary. The Heran’s body lay on the ground at his feet, and Pin felt a swell of some emotion or other, though he didn’t really have time to enjoy it.
He’d let himself get distracted, and almost didn’t notice the alert on his helmet’s display of an immense power heading right for him. If he’d taken even a moment to gloat, he would have caught it too late. As it was, he wasn’t sure he’d come through this one. First, he fired up his engines to pump out as much energy as they could in such a short time, directly into his shielding array. The haze of the geodesic dome of protective energy shimmered to life around him just in time, only to be shattered almost immediately as Cipher’s attack blew through its defense threshold. Pin moved to raise an arm to block, but wasn’t quite fast enough and Cipher nailed him directly in the side of the head. His vision went to static for a moment as the sound of shattering glass, rending metal, and explosive force echoed through his synthetic skull. One of his optical cameras went black as the eye was knocked from his face, tumbling to the ground with the shattered remains of his helmet and faceplate.
If he’d been unable to raise his shield, he’d be done for. If he’d been flesh, he’d be done for. But that Saiyan engineering takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Pin found himself fallen to one knee, face all but obliterated and his operating system in critical condition. His one remaining eye struggled to show him any clear image of his surroundings, and the world was half-torn static, all in grey scale. His system was unable to give him a full diagnostic report, but he could tell the damage had radiated far beyond his head. His entire skeleton was compromised, and his engine sputtered and slowed. Even if he’d wanted to, he wasn’t capable of keeping up his Overdrive state any longer.
And that was when he was hit by a secondary impact. Not a physical impact, but rather an emotional one. He could tell declarations were being made, but he couldn’t hear them with his ears ruined. He’d fucked up. He’d let himself get cocky, let himself fall back into his Overdrive state while surrounded by warriors and spectators who would make easy prey for his mother’s favorite doll. He’s disobeyed the only order he’d received. Why hadn’t he gone with Habana to fight Kizuki? What had kept him here? Why had he targeted the Heran, of all those in attendance? Why not any of the Namekians, or the Arcosian, or even just the castle and planet itself? Despite his system’s damage, he was still able to process the implications of what he’d done, and how he’d done it. He could feel his processors slowing down. He’d be forced to shut down soon. He deserved Cipher’s attack, of course. He deserved the consequences of his actions. But his defeat in this moment would do no good for anyone.
A tinny, distorted voice rang out from the ruins of Pin’s helmet. It was originally supposed to replicate a sultry Saiyan woman’s voice, but was now just rough and metallic.
“Deploying Rapid Repair Nanites, stud.”
A cloud of gunmetal dust and blinking blue lights exploded out from Pin’s chassis like so many spores, whirling around his body like a little cyclone. As the tiny robots did their work, Pin’s body was reforged, welded back together, and rebuilt where necessary. By the time they were done, the only evidence that Cipher had struck him was the damage to Pin’s helmet. He stood, reaching up and removing the destroyed bit of armor that remained around his head and neck, dropping it to the ground. He turned to face Cipher, to face all those around him. His shoulder cannon deployed from within his chassis. He let it hang there a moment, considering his options.
He could open fire. He’d lose, but if he fired upon Jala, or even Ginge, then maybe they could get away with declaring him as malfunctioning, or suffering from some sort of malicious software bug. He’d lose his friends, his home, and the closest he’d ever had to finding a family, but he’d be saving them all a world of trouble and hurt.
He could try to run. They might even let him go, too. The Empire could label him as a criminal, mount an effort to track him down, use him as a scapegoat and try to distance themselves from him in his absense. He was, after all, a known criminal.
Of course, neither approach would really work. The damage was done, the crime committed. Whether he tried to play the insane villain or the cowardly mercenary, anyone who wanted to blame the empire would do it regardless. There was only one way forward he could see.
“I’ll be going quietly,” he said, the cape over his shoulder changing color from the Imperial crimson to the white of the White List. A loud hiss and a cloud of steam billowed from his shoulder as his Shoulder Cannon was jettisoned to the ground, hitting with a heavy thud. He tossed his pistol to Cipher’s feet.
“You,” he called to Chili, the little dog he’d once tried to kill on Earth, “Galactic Patrol.” Pin stepped forward, each of his Aranea Module’s tentacle arms jettisoning from his back to lay dead and limp on the Namekian grass. He held his hands out, palms up, to Chili. “Turning myself in for murder. Or whatever you people are going to charge me with.”
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Pin used [UP2] Geodesic Energy Field (6,912,000 - 1,760,864 = Total PL Damage 5,151,136)
Pin used Durability (New Defensive PL 2,825,504)
Damage excess - 2,325,632, just under 200% damage in total
Pin used Nanomachine Repair Module - Senzu effect
Pin stood down and turned himself in to justice.
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