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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 12, 2015 0:44:27 GMT
Fire and show us what you have, scum!
...but I have vengeance!
Did your superiors not -know- that my squadron was to be betrayed!?
I am growing even more angry, waiting on your incessant jabber!
The words, shouted so forcefully from both parties, so full of anger, so full of rage, so Saiyan, bombarded the ears and mental processes of Zasho, standing crouched with his arms tight before him. He had received and listened intently to all, his attention to detail impeccable, as three auras swirled and churned the earth beneath them, bathing their exposed flesh and pristine armors as blood flowed and sweat rolled.
Orache had grown impatient with battle-lust, it seemed, but for the time Zasho's attentions were focused solely on Zucceta as she frothed of betrayal, cowardice, and all manner of blood and thunder spilled by Saiyan hands against their own and the lives she would take to see that debt repaid. Hirugetsu was at a loss for words while he gathered his thoughts and his mouth opened to offer reply, something to defuse this situation which would soon be a fight to the death lest something give right this moment.
Hirugetsu had been sent to find two Saiyans, and one stood before him at the point of breaking, he hoped, but he feared she had already snapped long ago.
The male behind him cinched his hold in Zasho's dumbfounded moment, and the older male gasped in disbelief as forearm tightened around his neck, simultaneously halting the the flow of oxygen to his lungs, and even worse, to his brain. The youth grasping him had undeniable strength, and Zasho's arms went up to wrap his hands around the forearms of Orache. A futile maneuver, some might think! Hell, Zasho would agree were he actually trying to detach the stifling hold~
Nay, the Saiyan was attempting to lock the man clutching his neck to him, hoping to stymie him into place as he finally gave Orache his wish whilst his consciousness wavered. Still, he had planted his feet long ago in his stance and could hopefully hold the younger man in place with the last of his strength.
Both spheres of the Tsurunoha would spin around their bodies, accelerating harshly and as they completed their revolution, and aim directly for opposite sides of Orache's jaw for a crushing, pincer styled attack. Zasho Hirugetsu had finally fired!
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Post by Ora on Jan 12, 2015 0:59:48 GMT
"!! Now I have you!"
Orache grunted, his eyes darting to seek Zucceta. The clearly enraged and frothing with utter anger woman of a Saiyan explaining her intentions and her standards. Something both, perhaps, Zasho and Orache could understand fully. Although, I seemed Zasho was in a much more confused state of mind as he had allowed the youngster to lock him into a deathly grasp and hold. The younger male giving a dark chuckle, sister as best. Feeling the way his held target clawed and attempted to break free. Perhaps he had been struck hard enough to cause mental damage!
Orache's teeth had been bore. His eyes shaking rabidly like a shark whom had smelled the spilled blood of the deep. He tightened his hold farther, not exactly noticing the way the Tsurunoha had begun increasing in speed and ultimately reached its maximum. His ferocious Saiyan Spirit rearing its battle worn head. Orache's eyes locking onto Hiregetsu's, hoping to instill a lasting fear and sense of who was the silverback among a clan. Though, his eyes had zoomed up and rolled back into his head:
The two separate orbs had been circling for some time and finally completed their task. Slicing the Saiyajin's jaw and throat effectively and forcing his grasp to loosen- as well effectively deal a mortal amount of damage. Orache's still tightened hand opening some, enough to form a claw and attempt a final slash against Zasho's own throat before his entire figure crashed against the sandy ground.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 12, 2015 19:44:57 GMT
Zucceta's moment of rage would have proven an opportune moment for either combatant to attack her. She floated with her chest heaving, eyes staring down at the sands below as her mind stood on the brink of a great realisation. But, she was fortunate - Orache had focused on Zasho, and Zasho had focused on countering his assault by utilising that old technique.
To be able to fight without compromise, to fight without answering to anyone, she would have to rule; that was the grand realisation. Ascend the saiyan throne, no matter who might claim ownership of it. Her current goal would remain; strength and its pursual. But now, she required the strength to overthrow the king of a warrior empire. She smiles at the challenge, and comes back to reality.
"What... what the fucking fuck?" She mutters, exasperated. She realised she'd been lost in thought, the first time ever. She would have berated herself, but it seemed her opponents had done her job for her. Orache was collapsed on the ground, and it seemed that Zasho was about to fall himself. She can't help but crack a smile, this one genuine, with little malice. "What... did you guys knock yourselves out so you didn't have to face me?"
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 12, 2015 23:20:16 GMT
Zasho had been rendered unconscious by the crushing hold exerted by the younger male, his lapse of attention his downfall in addition to Orache's formidable strength. Defeated, removed from his senses, he had collapsed to the ground not by his own accord but by his own lack of the aforementioned. To his knees he went, the sand compacting beneath his heavy frame as the rest of him rolled forward and his cheek impacted heavily against the grains that now wore droplets of his life-force, the flow from below his eye dripping more slowly now.
What. . . the fucking fuck?
What, did you guys knock yourselves out so you didn't have to face me?
It was but a whisper upon his ears, but a whisper nonetheless. In a dream-state, Zasho Hirugetsu realized Orache was no longer throttling the life from him. Blood steadily returned to his brain as his lungs began to draw oxygen, and coal eyes fluttered open. Locked in battle with a pair of his own race, he had been, but now, he knew not. The laceration Zucceta had given him throbbed sorely, his adrenaline no longer flowing freely to dull the pain. Zasho gathered a powerful arm beneath him, pushing upward as the other glove reached to wipe the blood once again. This time, only a few inklings stained the lining of the grotesque incision. For the greater part, it had clotted.
The female, you fool!
Zasho remembered the situation fully now, and the realization brought him with haste to his feet as he bounded backwards and over Orache, his eyes fully focused on the femme fatale. Strangely, her expression seemed a thoughtful one while she floated above the sand, and Zasho switched to the youth for a moment. The barbaric fighter observed a sign of movement, and grinned when he realized his final attack had been a complete success.
"Hardly," he stated, lusting to test himself against Zucceta this very moment. The fine strands at the nape of his neck bristled, and his tail whipped and churned the heated air behind him excitedly. His state had returned to one prepared to do battle almost immediately, his breath returned and his wound aching, but purely superficial.
But. . . "We've business, you and I," he informed.
And the youth as well, Zasho thought to himself, any warrior with the power to choke me unconscious would be a welcome addition to my cause.
The cause itself, petty, but completed, would lead to grander things, and possibly the greatest war the universe had ever seen.
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Post by Ora on Jan 12, 2015 23:32:27 GMT
Orache had fallen onto his back. His right leg bent and foot planted against the sandy grounds to restrain him from sliding back any farther. His other leg simply limo and laying down due to the lack of feeling in it. The teenager shutting his right eye tight, as well keeping his left open..barely. His breathing had become much, much more rugged and exasperated to which he had somewhat of a trouble keeping his consciousness going. A smile burned onto his face, though slight and ultimately devilish.
His jaw had begun burning. An intense, fiery pain stinging his flesh. The Tsurunoha's blunt impact had ripped and scraped off his skin, thus leaving a disgusting red and brownish scar. It'd probably take some time before it would heal and stain his appearance. However, he would wear it as a mark of war and battle. He had figured that someone who could inflict such marking against him was worth the medal. As he listen, he had to try and issue a slight laugh. To think, he had been on the verge of being knocked out on the spot and then teased by the woman. She could only wish he would ever do something as such to avoid battle.
Coughing some, the essence of life spilled and bursted from his mouth, staining his clothing some. Orache's head being put down and the grains if sand getting onto and decorated his raven black locks. What an annoyance, though one he felt wasn't important at the time. Orache's left eye had shut as well, his right being relaxed. His mind entering a state of nothingness as he begin sleeping. Knocked out, but recovering at an extremely slow rate. His breaths being hard whenever he attempted to breath out.
The dialogue between Zucceta and Zasho being but a faint whisper.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 13, 2015 21:10:14 GMT
Zucceta grins as Zasho manages to regain his stance, pushing himself up from the chasm of unconsciousness. It turned out he wasn't down for the count after all. Her Razor still buzzed by her side, violently burning chi craving to taste flesh. Her tail, too, was bobbing up and down excitedly, pulsing with the fighter's adrenaline that saiyan warriors so desperately craved, like a fix of heroin in the arm. She glances at Orache. It was a shame, but the other fighter didn't look like he would be able to stand any time soon.
Her smile turns into a frown as Zasho steers the encounter towards talking. She tuts. "Does the business conclude in one of our heads bouncing across these dunes?" she chuckles, tail waggling cheekily behind her. But, she realised, she had a proposition of her own for these two warriors, true Saiyans they seemed to be, and she had need of new brothers for her pack of fighters. She would find it hard to pursue her new goal on her own, and besides, she wasn't a complete sociopath: the company of warriors with a similar mind to her own was better than none.
"Talk, Hirugetsu. Tell me your secret."
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 14, 2015 2:53:58 GMT
Zucceta had laughed.
"Does the business conclude in one of our heads bouncing across these dunes?" the woman inquired, that dangerous sickle of energy still shining vibrantly from her wrist. Zasho Hirugetsu knew the situation could turn violent once again at any moment, but for this tiny inkling in the grand scheme of time, there was peace. The Saiyan knew he must waste no time as he allowed the woman to speak her piece.
"Speak, Hirugetsu," she permitted, and Zasho sighed and grinned with relief. The female was far stronger than he, of that Zasho was aware, and whilst most of his specie consisted of overconfident fools whom would rather die than back down, the Elite mixed confidence with calculation. Thankfully, this woman was a piece of the pair he had been sent to seek out. The other piece was yet undiscovered, but for his first day on this shit-hole of a planet, the Saiyan was pleased with his results.
Thus, he spoke, frankly, truthfully, holding nary a tidbit of information back. Before Zucceta he laid the plans of Kajaso Catin.
"I am currently under the employ of Kajaso Catin," he declared, letting the name sink for a moment. A renowned Saiyan businessman, Catin held influence in each and every circle of Vegeta. His support put officials into political office, his warriors in the fighting pits brought blood to the masses, and his stable of conquerors put zeni in his accounts, zeni which flowed into every facet of the Saiyan economy.
"It is his wish to see our people to a new home, a home lush and vibrant," Zasho grinned. Though this planet boasted little in the ways of resources for monetary gain, the flora and fauna produced here would easily support a much greater Saiyan population. Vegetasei, in contrast, was a barren desert. The majority of the planet's water supply was traded for, and food was scarce.
"A home here, on this very planet, and as quickly as possible," the Saiyan continued, "it is of Kajaso's opinion that you, Zucceta, with your background in genocide and subjugation, and another, a Saiyan Gladiator named Orion, would be of utmost aid in scouting this world."
"And once that is completed, well. . ." Zucceta knew as well as Zasho. Once a world had been assessed in the realms of defending itself from an outside threat, an outside threat would manifest. This particular threat would be one composed of Saiyan as well as alien mercenaries, a swarm of locusts upon the field, stripping it bare of it's fruits before they moved on to the next. Except, this time, the Saiyans would expand into their new territory.
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Post by Ora on Jan 14, 2015 3:05:04 GMT
The black of Orache's subconscious had begun surrounding him. The male standing upright in the pure darkness. His shins being eaten by the black ooze of his mind space. The shaded and ghostly image of his deceased Father standing far before him, taunting him. The familiar, rough and stern voice of Orion booming and causing his son to kneel down and allow himself to become further into the darkness of abyss. His hands grasping onto his skull and his eyes shut, tail whacking and twitching out of sheer anger and confusion. However, his father's taunts and belittling comments had ended- His name being spoken of from the outside world.
Orache's eyes had cracked open quickly. Though, not before adjusting to the angered sun above him, he shaded himself. His every move causing him to whimper out of pain and shock. He crawled onto his knees after pushing himself up. Slowly, but steadily, rising up and onto his feet. Hunched forward and breathing rather hard. It appeared there was a pause in battle. How foolish! Now was his chance to strike! Orache smirked, laughing some. His right eye had been swollen shut and his entire body had been battered senseless. Yet he had the audacity to appear macho and strong. He held his shoulder tight, as the pain had surged greatly.
"My..father. I'm afraid..he's dead. No w-word from him t-to..eheh, Vegeta."
Orache had looked down, getting rather excited. His father living on through him!
"But..your ideals. I agree with them..!"
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 14, 2015 20:29:58 GMT
Kajaso. The name was familiar to Zucceta. A few of her missions, while technically under the order of the saiyan government, had been sponsored by him, and he had been the guy to benefit from their successes, selling on the emptied worlds to buyers of various species, with a large percentage of the fee paid directly into the Imperial coffers. Often-times these empires or individuals had later been double-crossed by Kajaso himself, the planet being re-purged by Zucceta and co. due to a rival imperial interest. "A saiyan of no particular skill or power, but born into wealth and status, and the ability to talk with a tongue made of gold." Zucceta muses upon that. What is the worth of a family name if you hadn't the pride to represent it to the fullest in combat? The Catin dynasty had been accelerated to importance through brilliant military service, which Kajaso did not represent in the slightest. But, like most governments, the Saiyan Empire required funding and Kajaso would provide it, having invested his family's wealth and multiplied it one-hundred fold.
Zucceta frowns as Zasho continues. What he was describing did not sound to her like an Imperially-sanctioned mission. In fact... "This sounds subversive of the saiyan command. Did you even bother asking whether this is a government-ordained mission, or is Catin breaking off to establish his own rule? Not that I care who is giving commands, but I'd need to know what implications or opposition I'm going to be facing both during and after this mission." Had Zasho even given it any thought? Catin did not necessarily represent imperial interest in this manner. Zucceta wasn't currently choosy of her clients, but nor did she particularly want the weight of a warrior empire bearing down on her at her current strength.
"I am... flattered that Kajaso would request my individual assistance. That implies he is both aware of my squad's demise, and my personal survival of the betrayal."
She frowns. "How convenient."
She glances across to Orache, who had regained consciousness with the perseverance a warrior's spirit. It was also highly convenient that the first stage in Zasho's quest would gain closure here, with this other warrior being the son of the dead gladiator he sought. It seemed like he wanted to take his father's place in the mission, regardless of its politics.
Zucceta was highly tempted. But, why do the job for Kajaso? Why not themselves?
She spits into the sand. "Allow me to tell you both a little piece of ancient history. I didn't pay much attention to the history lessons at the academy, but this one stood out; around one thousand years ago, planet Vegeta had a revolution of one man. His name was Boliko; one of your progenitors, Zasho. He was a powerful warrior, considered by many to be a legendary messiah, but some of his policies were peculiar for saiya-jin; many of his empire's expansions were gained through diplomacy, and so on and so forth. One of the more peculiar ones, and one of the more successful ones, was the terra-forming of Planet Vegeta into a planet with a similar ecosystem to this one. By the time of his death, the planet was a far richer world than it was before. But, within five generations, saiya-jin kind had squandered the planet once more, returning it to its current barren state."
She grins. "But who gives a fuck about that?"
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 16, 2015 20:47:04 GMT
The youth known as Orache had agreed to assist in the mission quickly enough, and Zasho smiled. The young were unwary, and more often than not, hungered for glory. In his veins, those desires burned more brightly than the lesser races. Zasho Hirugetsu had gained a packmate, and he was glad for it.
The female, however, would not be swayed so easily. She questioned and spoke, continuing onward about this and that. Hirugetsu chuckled lightly as she began to speak of his ancestor, the King Boliko. The man knew well his ancestry, as well as these two if not better, and he wished not to speak of such matters. Zasho Hirugetsu had laid his business before them, and the woman would come or she would not, simply enough.
"It matters not whom my employer works for, the government or himself, Zucceta," he began, his aura rippling up as he levitated into the air perhaps a foot.
"What matters is he means to better our people," and with that Zasho glanced at Orache and nodded. It was time to depart this barren desert. Hirugetsu needed to hunt, to fill his belly, and train, to satisfy his appetites for power.
[Power level, please.]
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 16, 2015 22:02:25 GMT
Zucceta smiles. Zasho's response to her queries was satisfactory. If he had been too bogged down in the politics of it all, she would have denied him, probably attempted to end this little relationship with a slash of her Razor. But Zasho sought his people's betterment, not a paycheck or a promotion - which was as noble a goal as fighting simply to better one's self, as Zucceta did. Zasho, then, would continue his mission even if Kajaso's own placement was replaced, with, say...
... Lady Death.
She chuckles. "You take offense too easily, brother. I was teasing. I have nought else better to do, so I will join you, not for Kajaso but my own sake." She glances at Orache. "It is good to know warriors like me are still around, you know. I was beginning to worry that all of saiyan-kind had gone soft."
She rises into the air. "Come, nobleman. Let me show you all the qualities o'th'isle. Fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile." She smiles. She had heard that somewhere. With a tilt of her head, a motion to follow, she would blast off to the north, a trail of chi behind her.
She wouldn't admit it, but she was glad for company.
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Post by Ora on Jan 16, 2015 22:18:44 GMT
"To be a Warrior or not to be. That's probably the question."
Orache chuckled darkly. Holding his arm and rising into the air. He had figured that having company would mean more power. Not only would this make power, but it would equate to more Saiyajin force. The more the merrier, as one could believe. Following close behind Zucceta, he smiled toward Zasho. Having an incredible faith behind he and the other Saiyajin.
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Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 17, 2015 0:31:12 GMT
Orache: 2,266 PL gained. A bit more length, brother. Get on the computer more! Zucceta: 3,883 PL gained. As always, good job, broheim.
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Post by Pipa on Jan 17, 2015 0:35:43 GMT
3,571 for Zasho
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