Tabu grunted as Ais whined about the Sayian's comments, and would fire off a quick kiai to shut him up and stagger the alien. It would have probably have pissed off his ally, had the battle not shifted.
Within seconds, the Mazkou had been crippled. Ais had been thrown brutally into the Namekian turf, unconscious, but alive. The Heran, however, was not so lucky and fell to the ground. Dead.
Condemnations rang out from all quarters, but Tabu only had an ear for two of them. The Namekian focused on the blue robot, his voice booming across the landscape "So you want us to just give up? Surrender to your tender mercies?"The giant's curious, dual voice questioned, "All I see in that avenue is cowardice and probably death, given your company. You caused this conflict, so don't act the hero. You types sicken me." Tabu spat at the ground, eyes burning in hatred.
The Sayian advanced, charging headlong towards Tabu's now massive form. The Namekian growled, a low, rumbling sound, and vanished, leaving only a ghostly form to occupy the space. A heartbeat later, a titanic axehammer would be aimed at Ginge from behind, aiming to slam her into the earth with incredible force! To follow this up, Tabu would fire a ki wave, aiming to further bury Ginge in the Earth. [SU1] Afterimage used
The battle only grown more chaotic with the few seconds that had yet passed. The rapidly changing numbers displayed on the glass of her scouter told the story of the battlefield, when she could be bothered to pay it any mind. Battle powers had flared, then fallen, then risen back to stability, all in the time that it'd taken for her attack to connect.
Even then, her attack never found its target. As her dark eyes realized the illusion she'd been lead to believe, Ginge sailed into and through the belly of the gargantuan slug that was no longer present. Before she could right herself or react in any meaningful way, she felt the weight of her enemy's fists press down on her, and the metal floor neared quickly. With a loud, hollow thud, she hit the top of the craft front-first, and bound away swiftly as her scouter warned of an impending attack.
As the Saiyan officer pushed herself back to her feet several yards from where the large blast of ki had struck the ship, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a grin and a chuckle. Her tail writhed in glee, and she turned to properly face her opponent once more. However, she couldn't keep her attention on the large green figure floating above, and her dark eyes swiveled towards the image of Pin -her superior doffing his weapons and the Empire's colors. A low, furious growl built in her throat as she processed what had been happening atop the grand space craft.
The exceptionally pale Earthling was giving the orders now, he seemed like, and Jala was livid. What was the problem? Yes, Pin had disobeyed a direct order from the Queen, but... It was a stupid fucking order! This was war, and with enemies who had been slaughtering their people across the galaxy! The coward knew what he was getting in to when he came to the battle. More than that, however, her gaze had fallen to Pin himself, and the change in the colors he'd worn.
Ginge grit her teeth so hard that they hurt.
"Hey!" She shouted for the attention of everyone present. "While you're arguing over one coward, that slug is powering up!" She gestured to the solitary slug which had been by the body of the slain pacifist, and was now engulfed in an aura of white flame.
She had her own opponent to fight with, however. As the incessant arguing continued, she glanced back to the gargantuan floating in the sky above. With a small leap, she propelled herself skyward, and stopped at eye level with the other warrior, though a fair distance apart. Her tail lashed at the air behind her, part in frustration and part in anticipation. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, after all.
"That wasn't bad, by the way." She smirked, complimenting a fellow warrior on his technique. "Sloppy, and maybe a little soft, but not bad." As she finished, she clenched her fists at her side, and her burgundy aura roared to life around her smaller frame again. As the Saiyan woman's power built, she reeled in the excess, pulling the edges of the purple flame back to her body, where it licked at her flesh with eager intensity. She condensed her power in preparation, smaller and smaller, until all of it was contained in a single point on her body. In seconds, her joints had begun to ache under the strain, yet she continued still.
Ginge is charging a Savage Melee (MP3) attack! 200% percent charge! KP: 3/3 Tags:Kaile
Kaile was about to launch an attack at her strongest at the Namekian... Right up until he seemed to forget about her. But just as her anger began to subside and she was about to take off towards Zucceta, She heard something.... a very loud explosion almost and words following it.
She stopped for a brief moment, Her eyes growing wide as a massive spike in energy wracked her head. 6,912,000! Turning to look at who had just made that statement and as she did... Her eyes grew very wide, Pin was... Almost completely destroyed... In one attack. Kaile felt her heart skipping beats rapidly, her breathing began to hasten and for the first time... She felt true fear. But then her eyes wandered down to just in front of Pin and her eyes grew even wider in horror, She let out soft audible gasps of complete shock as she saw the body of Gai on the ground motionless. While Kaile was a Saiyan... She assumed the SSE was here for mostly peaceful terms... With most of the big powers gone, she thought that this place would devolve into, effectively, peaceful talk. Kaile wasn't adverse to gore or violence, blood or carnage... But this? Sure she had eaten an Arcosian before but.... At least it was over and there wasn't a mutilated body remaining.
The fact that the Saiya-jin Solar Empire had devolved into using this kind of machinery... It only infuriated Kaile. Why? Why this? Why kill him!? Kaile wasn't above murder but... Over the past year or so... She had changed quite a bit. The first person she met was named Bing... And he showed her compasion beyond belief. Then there was the turtle hermit, Articho... And even Samba... But most importantly, the Arcosian... That fucking Arcosian... Defrosch. She didn't understand it at the time, but when he humiliated her and broke her without ever attacking... He wasn't being a 'typical arcosian'... He was being anything but. He was the first Arcosian that had ever truly been kind to her, and he didn't even want to hurt her. Kailes head sunk, her eyes closing as she grit her teeth. This wasn't right, None of this was right.
A single tear fell down her cheek as she turned to look at Rhytid, A Namekian and yet... A Proud, Honorable Warrior. She closed her eyes once more before focusing on Zucceta's energy, it seemed things were heating up. She let out a soft, slow sigh. As her sigh escaped her she focused the Ki she had built up into her wounds and bones, She was in so much pain from Rhytids attack that she could barely move properly without it hurting. She took in a deep breath as she held back a cry of pain, Internally she was in pain only equivilent to when Koldar had beaten her to near death. But she couldn't let this stop her, She couldn't die... Not here, Not now.
However, it was finally time to settle things with her. "I'll be there soon, Sister." She muttered softly to herself before taking off towards where her Sister and Xylo left... To finally confront the Sister that had surpassed her so long ago.
[ WORDS 000 | THREAD 000 | KI REMAINING 3/3 | Current Power Level 19034 ]
MADE BY ★MEULK
~Using Senzu Bean, Requesting Zenkai to recover from Rhytids attack, Splitting here.~
It had seemed like Cipher's declaration had had a more profound effect than he realized. Though he expected some of the weaker fighters to back down, he expected some outrage from Jala and Plato, not that he was in the mood to care right now. Instead, Jala seemed just as pissed at Pin as he was, and Plato began to back him up. He knew though this didn't mean Plato had dropped his grudge, even before Plato's psychic demand.
Understood. You deserve that much.
He was surprised when Pin got up after being hit by his attack, before noting the android seemed to be repairing itself. Had the saiyans developed an auto repair system? But what really surprised him was when Pin chose to stand down, to actually take responsibility and turn himself in for his crime. Cipher felt a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe they would see reason after all?
And then someone had to open their mouth and ruin it. The giant Namekian would spit on his words, calling him a coward, before fighting Ginge, who seemed to take Cipher's threat just as seriously. Cipher's expression instantly hardened as he looked back at the two fighting.
And then something would fly at them. Not ki blasts, but fists. Fists attached to arms that in turn, weren't attached to anything. Just pale arms floating in the air, trying to punch both combatants.
Whether their blows would connect or not, the two arms would float back towards Cipher, who was noticably missing a pair of arms. With a loud click, the arms reattached themselves to his shoulders. The android's face was like thunder as he looked at the two.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't hear me the first time, since I'd like to think you'd have some sense. So let me say this again. The next person to throw a punch, launch a ki blast, or ANYTHING, is going to have to deal with me. And I think you'll find that after this week, my 'mercies' are anything but tender." Cipher shot the giant Namekian.
Then something began to happen. The other Namekian present began to glow. Cipher hadn't noticed him approaching the Heran's body, but he was now noticing his power growing. Not enough to be a threat, but still something Cipher couldn't ignore. Was this someone else Cipher would have to deal with, or would he be smart enough to stand down?
----- Using Phantom Limbs to punch both Ginge and Tabu.
He was surprised by all the responses. On the one hand, someone people actually stood down, others on the SSE condemned the death. Others were not as smart. He'd look back at Jala as she began to respond to what he had said. She didn't know what he was talking about. So Shemha never did talk to Habana. Zucceta never told her. Mayze never told her. Plato face twisted looking at her with a serious look. "I'd hope you are informed. I hope this is not because anyone was trying to rub this under some rug. Regardless two of the empires warrior Carva and Arias were ordered to attack Konats. I meet Mayze your former general in hell and asked him if he knew anything of it. He Realved to me that he did order the attack. Whether this was against the order of whoever was in charge at the time I don't care. The SSE made no attempt to find the truth. I did ask your commander but when I even suggested Mayze the general could have done the attack she threated my people. That is why I stand as a foe of your empire. They have caused me pain that I only have the interest and making sure never happens again. Any form of Friendship I could offer with my world and your empire is gone. As Long as I live that won't change. The Crimes of the SSE even if they intend to change the scars stay. Even if you reverse time it and restore the dead. The Scars of those watches their loved ones die in front of them their lives crushed, that will never change." Plato finished speaking narrowing his eyes at Jala. "I would very much, however, appreciate the chance to talk with Habana so I can learn if she knew anything. It'd be put it more at ease if it I knew what the SSE knew. My people deserve to at least know that much. If that is the least I can provide them then I can rest easy." Plato turned his head looking as he'd see the others fighting.
There were a Saiyan woman and a Namakian duking it out. He'd walk over as lighting floated off his fingers. Cipher was a nice guy but he was not going to knock them out to stop them. He laid down the law and Plato was going to do what he knew was right. All of a sudden the weather began to shift all around them as storm clouds formed overhead. It was an odd natural occurrence if it was natural. Plato was controlling the weather making his displeasure known. He'd look at Ginge and Tabu. His hand moved at a great speed as sparks bounced off his body. "Yah no." Lighting arched off his fingers in powerful bolts of White Lighting Enchanted by his magic. Not enough to kill either of them but enough to knock them out. They have been asked to stop fighting and he intended to end it. Enough of them had died. Enough people had fallen for what? A cycle of revenge. A cycle of death. Lighting Flared off his body as he'd turn looking at Rhytid. He was Angry he just watched his friend die. He would be enraged too.
"I understand you want to take vengeance and kill them. Believe me. That what I want to do. That what I did. That what I wish I didn't think to do. It's something that claws at me. Every day thinking of those I lost. My homeworld was invaded by the Saiyans like so many others. Watching those around me die and suffer. I was against a foe I could not beat. I was its only defender against the tide of darkness the Saiyans brought. I was lucky someone did come to my aid. His aid was installing a dictator who turned my people into machines. When I freed my people those he turned vanish before my eyes. Blown to bits with his last gambit. I can't go on my own homeworld without scowls and boos. Without knowing I became what I said I'd protect them from. Everyone see me for what I saught to not be but I can only blame myself I became a monster. That path started with vengence. Don't follow that path." Plato wanted to try and save at least one soul. He didn't want to see another Kaza, a Vennel or an Alistair. He didn't want to see the people of konats devolved like him. Those who lost so much and let it consume them. Let’s loss dictate their lives. "These men most of them your all right. They lie all the time. They have hurt so many people. No matter what they do that won't change. They could bring every single person back you and i both know the pain will still be there. Whether they like it or not they can't reverse what they did." He'd look back at Jala and Cipher, "They do bad things. They deserve to have what’s coming to them. If that what you want them dead, then I'd not bat an eye. Who am I to judge actions I did myself. Take out of my anger and get vengeance for the crimes against me and my people. Same with you and your people. You have a second option though. You can follow the heart of a man who gave up his life for peace. You wear his scarf do the name proud. He wanted peace; don't throw that in the wind." Plato looked at Rhytid. "Don't let vengeance guide your actions. Justice will come." Plato said looking at the Namakian warrior. Would he strike as well?
Kp:0/3 Used Technique: Up2- Demon Lighting
Description: Tapping into his monster power, Plato fires an even more powerful stream of lighting but rather then being blue they are white. 66 percent Splitting move *Split into 2 Beams each worth 3,250,410.6666 Damage to Knock Ginge and Tabu out*
Chili stared back at the android and then dropped the attack he was charging. His eyes were suspicious of the mercenary’s actions. “...I guess…” he said as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and clacked one onto Pin’s wrist. “...I’m going to be asking you some questions once this all blows over.” The dark eyes of the canine searched for the fake Saiyan’s behind that helmet. “Like what even was your plan here?”
Chili shook his head and clacked the other cuff onto the free wrist, locking both arms together in front of the android, “For that matter what was any of these people’s plans.” he said, finishing it off with a “What a strange day, I dunno what to make of any of you guys.”
Chili dropped his charge, and doesn't know what to do in this fight anymooooreeee.
Jala was surprised to see that Pin managed to survive Ciphers attack, though it likely had quite a lot to do with his artifical body being something more easily repaired on the fly than an organic one, even with his foolish behavior Jala found herself pleased to see the young warrior alive even if ‘death’ would just have meant needing to rebuild himself elsewhere.
What really surprised Jala was that Pin stood down, tossing his weapons to his sides and turning himself in to Chili, it seemed that perhaps Ciphers attack had been enough to knock some sense into him perhaps even simply having knocked him out of his Overdrive.
Unfortunately Pin was not the only one who needed some sense knocked into them as even as the three strongest warriors present declared an end to the battle the Namekian squareing off with Ginge continued to press things, Ginge as well seemed uninterested in ending things but Jala felt her continued action was more in line with her interest in fighting and defending herself from Tabu.
As such when Cipher’s arms detached shot at Tabu and Ginge, Jala stepped in the path of the arm aimed at her subordinate, she could certainly understand Cipher’s intentions wanting to prove his point that the fighting would end but she was not about to let Ginge be attacked without her directly going against orders.
Jala grit her teeth as she struggled to keep the detached limb at bay almost certain that taking the strike had broken something in her palm in doing so “Ginge, stand down. Let the Namekian be the one to make a mistake, not you.” She said once Ciphers detached arm made its way back to him.
The winds howled around Rhytid like rabid wolves, hungering for justice smeared in the blood of betrayers. The Namekian was furious, yes, but blind rage was a state he'd never devolve into. Anger, disappointment, sadness, bitterness; these were all things that ravaged his mind, yet it didn't cloud it. The death of his friend, slaughtered with such lack of honor- it only made him gain more clarity. It cemented the reason he truly fought.
Yet this new power...Was it even enough? Rhytid gazed at his hands, covered in blazing, white Ki. His jaw clenched as his hands balled into trembling fists. No...He was still too weak. Even after gaining this clarity- even after ascending, he still didn't matter. Rhytid cursed himself mentally. The Warrior craved nothing but justice for Pin and the SSE, but his lack of power restricted him. Would justice truly come?
And justice did come, but in the most unpleasant way Rhytid could fathom.
After sustaining a heavy blow, Pin still breathed, his mechanical heart STILL pounded. They even gave him the chance to restore his wounds...And then he simply quit. As simple as that, as if the consequences he faced were nothing. Not a shred of care or sympathy...He simply turned himself in.
Rhytid's fists clenched even harder.
Death would be the only suitable punishment for him...
But then the Namekian heard a voice. The voice of the girl Gaivahros was speaking to earlier, the one Pin was so protective over that he saw no other way but cruel murder. ''...Slug?'' Rhytid parroted in disgust. If his mouth were visible, the enraged snarl would send shivers down most spines. ''You dare...?!'' The Namekian's aura bursted to life even further, his blazing white eyes glaring right at the Saiyan.
In that moment, Rhytid's lust for justice reached heights even he himself was scared of. Thoughts of murdering Ginge to set the score straight tore at his mind, yet when he would usually be disgusted with himself for thinking these things, he instead welcomed them with open arms. Pin would feel what Rhytid felt- he would NOT allow scum like that to walk away unscathed.
The ground cracked under Rhytid as he prepared to rocket toward the Saiyan,
Yet...Something knocked him out of his focus.
Two bolts of crackling lightning tore through the air, right at Ginge and Tabu. ''...What was...?'' The sheer power behind them knocked Rhytid back, and made his aura drop completely. With a turn of his head, Rhytid's shining eyes saw who made the interruption. This...Spectre, Plato.
Much to Rhytid's surprise, the monstrously powerful Ghost had his vacant eyes set on Rhytid, in them a hint of...Empathy. Did he know what Rhytid was going through? The Namekian's muscles relaxed as he fully faced Plato, yet he held his suspicions. ''Going to stop me next? Go ahead...Let them get away for murdering my friend.'' Rhytid hissed. Yet the Namekian couldn't have been more wrong. Instead of stopping him through brute force, Plato spoke to him instead.
His words hit Rhytid heavily, as if a giant fist was driven straight through his heart and soul. The two had never even met before, yet at this moment, he knew Rhytid better than anyone. Even Rhytid himself had completely forgotten what he was like. What he truly found important...Peace.
As Plato spoke of Gaivahros, Rhytid gripped the red scarf and glanced at the cloth. Again, the spectre hit the nail on the head. ''...How could I have been so blind?'' Rhytid spoke, before shaking his head. It was funny, in a cruel way. Rhytid had gained clarity, yet at the same time, it blinded him. ''You're right...''
His covered face and shining eyes made it difficult to see, but Rhytid was truly grateful. ''I...Nearly lost my way. Thank you.'' The Warrior spoke calmly. ''My people are better than this...Vengeance is petty, but I will never forget what happened today. Justice will indeed come...But not by my hands.''
Rhytid's feet shuffled through the grass, what little remained of it.
A bitter glare was cast at the SSE soldiers present.
''Your Empire has made a terrible mistake this day. Mark my words; your people WILL pay for this disgusting act.'' The Warrior hissed sternly before his body began flickering. With little to no effort, an afterimage of Rhytid slowly became tangible at his side. A perfect copy that remained silent as it walked over to the unconscious body of the Arcosian. With little care, Rhytid's clone threw Ais' body over his shoulder, and joined the real Rhytid at his side.
Finally, Rhytid's eyes glared at one soldier in particular. The one that carried his own blood. ''That includes you, Raca.''
It truly disgusted him. Truly and utterly. Rhytid would never have guessed that he'd reunite with his own brother...Yet to see him on the side of the Saiyans...It spawned nothing but bitter resentment. The Namekian scoffed loudly. ''To think my own blood would side with these honorless apes...It sickens me. We might carry the same blood, Raca, but you are no brother of mine, and never will be.'' The words escaped him with a complete lack of empathy. There wasn't even a shred of doubt or regret in his words or thoughts.
''You are not worthy of being called a Namekian.''
No matter the reaction, Rhytid had shared his thoughts, and honestly couldn't stand to look at Raca for any longer. His attention shifted to Gai's bloodied corpse, and with little hesitation, Rhytid picked the body up, carefully holding it in two arms. Afterwards, he turned to Plato and Cipher, the only two that he could deem trustworthy during this chaos.
''I trust you two to make sure no more innocent blood gets spilled. I lack the power, so please...Make sure no one else gets killed by them.'' The Namekian spoke aloud to the two, glancing to and from. ''I have more important matters to attend to…'' Rhytid croaked in chunks of leftover sadness, gazing down at the empty corpse that was Gaivahros.
''He deserves a proper burial.''
He cast a final glance at the two protectors, and gave them a profound nod of gratitude. ''...Again, you...Have my thanks. The Warrior Caste is forever in your debt.''
A faint aura flared up around the Namekian and his clone, and the two set their sights toward the sky. ''Goodbye.''
And with that, they took off without looking back. Rhytid had a lot to think about, and his worries only grew...
Used [UT1]Multiform To split into two!
Rhytid 1 KP: 3/3 Rhytid 2 KP: 3/3 Attempting to exit the DE with Ais and @gaivahros ' bodies. If successful, I'd like PL!
Pin shook his head as events unfolded around him. He chose to ignore Ginge, and Tabu, and Rhytid - if he were to pay any attention to the ongoing tensions, it would be too easy to just jump back in. To grab his pistol, or even just start throwing punches. It wasn't even a conscious sort of thing for Pin, really. Fighting, at the end of the day, was part of his programming. His father may have been a brilliant scientist who only wanted to give his wife a son, but he was a SAIYAN scientist, and would never have built Pin to be anything less than a warrior.
He looked down at Chili as a cuff was clapped around his wrist. He tried not to laugh - such a thing would never really hold him, but the formality of it was important. He had turned himself in to show that he was acknowledging the consequences of his mistake. He needed to abide by that. Respect it.
"Didn't have a plan at the time. Not sure if the brass had one either. Listen, you should probably just take me in to wherever you're going to take me. I won't resist, but my presence here is only going to keep tensions from settling down. If you don't have a ship of your own, you can commandeer mine, it's currently in orbit."
PL 16,966 ||Transformations Active: Great Namek (x5) || Current Pl: 84,980
Gain Bonuses: N/A||WC: 539 ||TWC: 1264
The Namekian's eyes narrowed as the Sayian dodged the energy blast, using her momentum to safely escape the blast radius. This monkey was more clever than Tabu had given her credit for, and caution was definitely necessary. "Not much need for finesse when the goal is to lob a ball of energy at someone." Tabu boomed with a nasty grin, "Though soft, I'll have to object to!" Before the Namekian had finished the sentence, he would have snapped off a quick punch at his enemy, utilizing his species naturally ability to lengthen their limbs to bombard her from afar. With any luck, the attack would knock the Sayian off her feet a little and would allow a further chain of strikes to commence.
However, it seemed like some of the hovering fighters had taken umbrage, for whatever reason, for two soldiers fighting a war. Air vacated Tabu's lungs in a gasping wheeze as what felt like a star smacking him precisely in the center of his gut. The Namekian fell to his knees, clutching his stomach as his transformation evaporated.
Spitting blood and worse, Tabu looked up in a pain-filled haze towards the being that had humiliated him so. "So that's it huh? One of your men gets a little out of control and you are just going to smack the rest of us down like disobedient children?" The Namekian wiped his jaw, clearly experiencing an immense amount of pain, "If you didn't want to fight, don't bring soldiers."
Then, mere moments after the last syllable left his lips, the Namekian was blasted off the battlefield by a torrent of lighting, nearly killing Tabu on contact. The momentum of the attack carried him miles, eventually slamming him into the sea, where he sank beneath the waters, heavily burned, critically injured.
It seemed things weren't going to be as complicated as Cipher had feared. Though Jala had moved to intercept his strike to protect Ginge, Plato had stepped in and fired a blast at both of them, putting them both down, and in the mouthy namekian's case, into a lake. "A bit much, but effective," Cipher muttered. He was in no mood to berate Plato, especially since he was now talking the powered up Namekian down. Though Cipher was tempted to bring up how Plato was lying regarding the saiyan 'invasion' of Konats. How could someone who got the memories second hand know what happened better than he did?
Regardless, it worked. The Namekian stood down, deciding to leave to bury the fallen Heran, leaving the situation in Cipher and Plato's hands. Finally, a little respect! As the Namekian left, Cipher turned his attention to the water. Tabu had to have been rendered unconscious by that attack. He couldn't leave him in the water to drown. Diving in, he had little issue finding him, his body having shrunk down to his regular size. Pulling him out of the water, Cipher carried him over to where Ginge was laying, setting his body besides hers. It just made things easier to keep track of the injured. They can heal them later.
That just now left Plato, Jala, and Cipher himself. Though the fighting was now over, there were still tensions between the parties present, especially with the spirit Plato. Though the android hoped against hope that violence wouldn't break out, it would be foolish not to plan incase it happened.
Keeping an eye on the two warriors present, Cipher felt out for the others. He could sense the others, even those of the Mazoku dominion. They all seemed pretty stable, except for Kizuki, who he could barely feel. "It seems everything's calmed down elsewhere. It seemed Habana beat Kizuki, but apart from that everyone seems ok." The best part was that he couldn't sense Ooroboros. The great demon hadn't appeared it seemed. The fact that nobody seemed to be hurt was a hopeful sign."Perhaps they've come to an agreement after all "
The android leaned against a large rock, looking out towards the collection of powers in the distance.
His Attacks had hit the two fighters knocking them out cold but that was not his focus. It was on the namakian. Rhythid. The Namakian reminded him of what he was. He wanted to protect his planet and his friend at all cost. Despite the odds. He'd close his eyes he could have been the walker in that situation. He could have thrown him aside like a rag doll. He could have blasted him to bits to prove his point. That was what lead him on that path. The Path of Vengeance, the path of sorrow. A Path where he could not accept what had happened and tried to become better by it. Instead turn and become like the beast he fought against. He'd smile as Rhythid seemed to back off and instead take his friend to be buried. Rhythid noted they would still have justice for the crimes. He'd nod though he didn't say anything. He didn't want to say but he didn't think there be any. The Saiyans would most likely just blow it over. He hoped it did not. Plato knew they a lot to pay for crimes. The question was would they ever. No need to tell this boy and ruin there chance. The Namakian took his friend and an Aroscian and flew off. As they flew off he turned the flames disappearing from his body. He turned back into his Astral form as peace seemed to be found. Rage still lingered in his eyes as he eyed Cipher. Ciper spoke about how it seemed they have come to a peaceful conclusion, "Doubtful your Definition of peace perhaps, mine not so much." He'd narrow his eyes at the two of them Jala and Cipher. "There will be justice I hope you both know that. If everyone gets away with there crimes I'm fine with that if we wipe the slate clean. Or if everyone gets punished including me so be it. I hope though you come to a conclusion on that with the others. You can treat a murderer different even if he is your friend." Plato said closing his eyes for a bit to think about it all. That was one of the things he wanted that he knew was not going to happen. Regardless he wanted to see how things played out. He wanted to see how much they could fuck it up.
"One Other thing." Plato opened one of his eyes as he snapped his finger the clouds overhead disappeared so once again they could see them, "Jala I apologize for attacking your solider. I understand you rather keep them from being hurt. Last time I listened to a high ranking officer of yours she lied to my face. Then she killed me. Then she ate me up. So Trust me when I say I have a hard time trusting the Sse in general. They have done a lot of bad but I respect your new queen may want to take a new step. I've not seen it thus far but I also know that she was inexperienced leading her people. Being a leader i know how hard it is knowing you have everyone weight on your shoulder. You have to protect them. Soi will overlook some of what occurred since Habana became queen. However, your people have taken over the countless world and killed billions. Your people's Actions indirect or direct had lead to the suffering of billions more. Just because you all wished all the people back does not take away the pain. It never will. So if I ever get as much as a scent your gonna turn your back on this peaceful crusade, your people will pay not you, the queen or any of the sse high officers." Plato clicked his teeth looking at her directly in the face. He drew his line. He'd allow them to back off and be peaceful. If they crossed the line again it was over. He would make sure it'd be over.
Chili glared at Pin and sighed “Right.” and then turned his head towards Jala. “You can let your queen know I will be taking this one to Vegeta, with me." A paw reaching up to scratch his head “We can have that talk we planned before, and maybe talk about him too." Chili taking ahold of Pin’s arm and tugging him closer. “We’re making out exit, I hope you can all manage to end all this peacefully.” Chili gritted his teeth as he shot a look at the rest of the fighters still hanging around, and in the distance the conflict between the greater powers. He’d have to worry about that later though as he flew off with Pin in tow, back towards the Sparver. They’d have to tow one ship with the other and then head back to the Saiyan Empire and wait for the queen's return. Chili certainly knew he couldn’t bring Pin back to Earth, not with Vi-Poi there.
Attempting to leave with Pin in cuffs, if exit is accomplished I will take PL.