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Post by Zucceta on Jun 4, 2015 21:22:55 GMT
Lady Death sits atop her space ship, The Imperator, which was floating high above the city of Ginger Town. It slowly moves along below her; she had set the thing to automatic. Her body bathed in sunlight, her knees are tucked under her arms, eyes closed; she was taking a moment to enjoy the cool wind of Earth brush against her body. It was a rare moment of inner content from the saiyan, and mostly because she was, for once, happy. Her plan was simple, and she was confident of her own ability to enact it, even with the perceived disadvantage of her prosthetic. The gravity-forged alloy was impressive, though, and ought to hit like a heavy fist, if not harder still.
Some citizens from the city below glance up at the ship. Most squint at it, shrug, and then go about their business, thinking it merely a giant blimp, or perhaps a Blue Banner vessel; only some recognise its shape as a many-times larger saiyan space pod, and they run inside and pray.
Soon, she would depart the planet and head to Vegeta. All she needed to do was wire up the gravity and simulation devices in the training room, and then she would be off to destroy the Ministry who had conspired to decimate her, and claim the throne given her lineage to it; murdering the last Koregutsu-Hiruen, and the man who had killed Zasho Koregutsu II.
Her head twitches, her forehead creasing slightly. She senses something on the horizon, some familiar ki signatures, mostly saiyan, with a couple of... saiyan-empire alien species? None had a power level close to hers, but still, it was intriguing. She stands up upon the roof of her ship, and folds her arms across her chest, somewhat inquisitive. Her prosthetic itches at the joint; something wasn't quite right.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 4, 2015 22:31:16 GMT
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Kill Team Omega descended, eight pods plummeting through Earth's atmosphere, homing in on a lone ki signature in the Western hemisphere. The tension was palpable, where once the squad's comms had been filled with banter and story-swapping they were now deadly silent, responding only to their leader, Quash. Mojo sat in silence as his pod was buffeted by atmospheric turbulence, undeterred by the violent rocking of his vessel - Saiyan attack pods could land in active volcanoes without suffering fatal damage.
"Does anybody have an accurate reading on that power level yet?" Quash's voice crackled over the comm, distorted by the solar radiation diffused in the atmosphere.
"I'm still getting weird readings - fluctuating from 5 to off-the-scale!" came one of the others' voices, Mojo wasn't sure who.
"It has to be some kind of interference." Quash muttered, trying to keep his cool. But the whole squad could feel it - the readings were definitely erring on the higher end of the scale, despite whatever distortions they were suffering. There was a very good chance this Zuccetta was beyond their capabilities. And yet Mojo found himself excited by this prospect - a chance to see somebody with the kind of potential their scanners suggested she might have wasn't something he could pass up.
"Quash, are you sure about this?" came one of the others' voices, a quaver of fear audible in his speech. "We got the transmission from Vegeta, the ministers are-"
"Our orders stand, soldier! We've received no direct counter-instructions. This is a top-priority mission. There is no turning back!" Quash snarled over the comm. He was determined, that was for sure. It was a trait Mojo found admirable, but he wasn't sure their current course of action was the smartest one - a direct assault on their target without even contacting Vegeta for confirmation on their orders. The old Saiyan seemed like he had something to prove. And that, Mojo mused, was probably going to get them all killed.
With a shriek the pods cleared the last of the clouds, the outer shells of their pods hissing as moisture turned to steam on the superheated metal surface. Suddenly, they could see it - a ship, like an enormous version of their own tiny attack pods. It was just hovering, suspended in the sky. Mojo tapped his scouter, zooming in on the vessel. There she was.
Standing atop the vast spherical ship stood their target - Lady Death herself, Zuccetta. She stared up at the descending pods; arms folded and an inquisitive expression on her face. Mojo was stunned by her calm, but before he could think on it any further, Quash barked over the comm.
"Everybody out! We attack now! Emergency protocols!"
Suddenly, the hatches burst open on the pods, having been activated on Quash's command. Mojo hurled himself into the open sky, quickly taking flight as the squad shifted into formation. There were no more orders, no more debate, Quash simply opened fire with a salvo of energy bolts. The squad quickly followed suit, pulverising the surface of the vast ship's hull as Zuccetta was consumed by smoke.
With a wave of his hand, Quash gave the signal to encircle their target, and the squad arrayed themselves around the ship's upper hull, all staring inwards at the slowly-clearing smoke, waiting to see if she had survived.
Mojo's scouter beeped.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 4, 2015 22:59:22 GMT
Zucceta hears eight, separate, disparate, sonic booms in quick succession, saiyan vessels shaped like spherical comets burning through the atmosphere. Her arms unfold, and fall to her side. This feels like trouble, especially after her last encounter with representatives of her government. She has time to check her scouter for more specific power levels; they vary between five and eight thousand units. Impressive, but fairly standard for a hit squad sent to take down rogue assets. She had done the job herself in the past, a couple of times.
Her suspicions are confirmed when each pod explodes open in the air, each warrior rushing out to face her. She barely has time to smile before each warrior begins to lay into her with a volleyed barrage of ki blasts.
Several citizens in the city below yell, watching as the sky above alights with explosions; some pass it off as mere fireworks, though question the time of day for such an event.
Many of them miss her entirely and slam into the hull; Zucceta crosses her arms in front of her and summons up her white aura into a whirlwind of basic chi. Despite the lack of skill involved, most of the ki blasts headed her way are dispersed or reflected into the ship; the blasts explode harmlessly on its hyper-dense surface, the metal being constructed from the gravity forges of the Para-Sol Corporation.
Zucceta stands in the fog of battle, the thick plumes of smoke, somewhat thoughtfully. Why, now, had a hit squad been sent to finish the job? Had they, the ministry, finally realized their fatal error in their judgement, after close to a year? Zucceta still lived; Zucceta still thrived.
Well, apart from the arm.
She releases another kiai, and the smoke rapidly disperses from the top of the ship.
"You shouldn't have scratched my ship," she purrs calmly, tone tainted with menace.
Leaving no time for her foes to gain another attack, she moves swiftly towards a saiyan to her left. He is given time for his scouter to register the blip of her chi spiking slightly, then her mechanical prosthetic is around his throat. He claws at it, his naturally squinty eyes now bulging from his head, as smoke begins to rise from his mouth; he attempts to scream, but no air escapes his throat but then fire, as her metal arm begins to grow red.
His skin begins to crackle and split with red flame, cheeks beginning to redden and gray at the same time. Zucceta throws the flailing saiyan aside, into another one of the peons; his brain, too, should be ignited given the nature of her Combustion technique. She stops the flow of ki to her Furiosa, and the fire shortly ceases to flow from the implement.
"S-she got Brok!"
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Post by Mojo on Jun 4, 2015 23:41:37 GMT
Mojo gave no attention to the burned-out body of the young Saiyan as he tumbled away, bouncing off the hull of the ship and falling towards the town below. No, he was focused intently on this Saiyan woman before him. He felt certain they'd seen only a glimpse of her power, but already it was clear they were hopelessly outclassed. There was a brief moment of stunned silence, as the squad stared at their foe - slowly beginning to recognise just how outmatched they were. Mojo smirked, this was going to be interesting.
"Hit her with everything you've got!" The tension broke as Quash barked the order to attack, and suddenly they were rushing at her from all angles, swinging wildly with kicks and punches that could shatter trees and break through solid concrete. But the woman deflected them with almost pathetic ease, her motions too fast for the eye to follow. Quash himself took a blow to the head, spinning away through the air with blood streaming from some painful-looking wound. This would not be a fight they could win in close quarters, Mojo realised. He leapt away, his limbs stinging from the impacts against their opponent's immovable limbs as he rose up into the air.
He assumed his favoured stance - left arm raised, fingers pointed at his target, right hand supporting the left wrist. He began to summon up his energies, feeling the fire flowing through him as his aura began to coalesce. Green flames flickered, ebbing and flowing, building into a corona of ghostly light around his hand. With her speed, he knew he'd need to put a little extra focus into this attack...
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 5, 2015 0:07:29 GMT
Zucceta smirks at the team's stunned silence. Only one of them remained generally unphased... the Zoon-seijin. She'd always thought those guys to look pretty peculiar; the elongated head, the puffy rubber lips. She doesn't have much time to analyse the warrior, however, for the other saiyans quickly broke their formation and sent wild, lunging blows her way. She weaves and blocks in and out of the blows, barely breaking a sweat. This would be entirely easy, if not for two things; their numbers, and her weighted equipment limiting her total combat capabilities. Still, she felt little threat of death from this combat; she might get some new wounds from that Zoon, though. He was the only one of the group who had decided a different approach might be the best course of action.
She blocks a fist from her right with an open palm, crushing down, and punches her prosthetic into the aggressor's throat; he gargles, windpipe broken in two, collapsing to the floor. She throws the limp body from the side of the vessel, before sliding past a kick from her left; she snaps her knee upwards, snapping this fighter's leg. The saiyan yells out and tumbles to the floor; Zucceta quickly stomps on his nose with the other leg, twisting the foot before hopping away nimbly. These saiyans were playing nicely into her melee specialty; she was a bonafide master of countering, and had done notable damage to even Virtual Poi, despite a gap of millions of units.
She has time to glance over at Mojo as she nonchalantly deflects another blow; she could feel the energy growing in the air, saw from his stance that he was building up to a technique; her scouter confirmed it. Still, she presumed, she ought to be able to take anything he dished out with ease, dodge it if all else failed. She quickly generates her Razor, white seething ki blade buzzing in her organic right hand, and swipes above her; the saiyan who was striking downwards is cut in half in an instant, eyes bulging with surprise and terror.
Red sprays her face and armour, dripping from her plating.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 6, 2015 23:25:56 GMT
Things were not going well for the squad. Quash was still out of the fight, having fallen beneath the ship somewhere, leaving Granate and the last of the young Saiyans - a woman named 'Yam' or something similar - holding Zuccetta in melee. The battle had only been raging for a few seconds and already half of the squad were dead - including the spectacular bisection of a Saiyan lad foolish enough to leave himself prone in mid-air. Blood was sprayed all over the formerly-pristine hull of the ship, and Zuccetta herself was spattered with it - lending her the appearance of some ghoulish creature right out of a horror story.
Mojo tried to keep his focus, however, allowing the energies to build and concentrate around his left hand. He could feel the power coursing through his entire body - an almost-euphoric sensation of heat and power. His muscles swelled, his heart pounded like some ancient war drum, and all the while the destructive potential of his assault was growing. But that sensation was marred by the knowledge that despite all his strength, Mojo was still no match for this woman. His scouter readings had confirmed her power level well in excess of the squad's combined rating - and that was before she had decimated half of their number in the space of a few seconds. It was stunning to behold such a level of power - only a few Super Elites he'd ever seen could boast anything like it. But despite the knowledge that he was hopelessly outgunned, Mojo felt the thrill of battle surging through him. This was what he lived for - to test himself against the mightiest foes he could find. That was the way of Zoon - there was no shame in losing to a stronger foe, but fleeing without testing oneself against them was the ultimate disgrace.
Mojo had lived with enough disgrace on his homeworld and in the eyes of his family, but one day he hoped to return home; and when he did, this would be a tale he'd tell his people. The day he fought Death herself. That thought pleased him - Quash had doomed them to defeat, but Mojo of Zoon would not go down without a fight. He poured all his strength into the coming attack, forcing as much ki as he could into the growing corona of light surrounding his hand. He was under no illusions about killing this warrior-woman, but perhaps he could make her feel pain.
"TAKE THIS, TRAITOROUS BITCH!"
Mojo's head spun to find the source of the cry - to see Quash hovering in the air above the ship, a boulder-sized sphere of yellow energy suspended above his head, cushioned by his raised palms. He was panting heavily with exertion, and blood poured from the shattered socket that had formerly contained his ocular implant. Had he been biding his time with the attack, charging it up? Mojo grinned, turning back to look at Zuccetta as Granate and the remaining Saiyan youth made to leap clear of the melee with extreme urgency. Seeing his opportunity, Quash hurled the globe of destructive power directly at their foe with a thunderous, throat-shredding cry.
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(Edited to rectify a mixup with NPC names - 7th Jun)
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 7, 2015 10:23:15 GMT
Nobody could argue against that Zucceta's battle style was efficient. In the space of a half-minute, the ministry's hit-squad had been cut down by half their original number. That number was about to be further reduced.
Both Granate and Yam charge towards Zucceta, roaring with a mixture of rage and fear; they had seen their friends and colleagues decimated by the vengeful mercenary in one fell swoop. The porous alien's fist was swinging at her jaw, from the left; the female saiyan was kicking at Zucceta's waist, from her right. In their mix of fear and rage, they had lost their ability to focus or strategize.
The fist hits Zucceta's jaw, then shimmers through the illusion of stoic acceptance of the hit; the after-image fades quickly, and the two warriors collide with each other rather than Lady Death. Their eyes widen with fear, and before they can disentangle themselves from one another, blood erupts from their lips; Zucceta's metallic fist explodes through both of their chests, bursting with bone and gore.
Zucceta can't help but yawn at this exercise in futility. Perhaps the Ministry had been expecting her to still sit at the ten-thousand units she had been when she had been 'disposed' of; perhaps these were the best they had. Regardless, any excitement at this fight came from wanton slaughter, and not any actual challenge, thus far.
Her head slowly tilts to the Zoonian. Mojo's body was still coursing with a swelling ki energy, she could sense it, a raw amount of energy churning through his body.
And she could sense something else building up, nearby. She glances around, to see the commanding office of the unit clutching a great ball of ki above his head. So, you finally decided to start using your head. Maybe it was your cybernetic implement getting in the way. She smirks to herself.
He releases a deep scream when he releases the blast, the yellow ball thundering its way towards her. She had very little time to act; she pulls her organic right arm to her side. Her fingers quickly begin to pulse with red energy, forming a smaller ball of energy directly in the middle of her palm, before she thrusts the hand forwards; an angry red energy beam flows from her fingers, as she utters the fateful words: "Warhead!"
Her beam hadn't lost its potency by being channeled by only one arm; the beam punctures and disperses the orange blast, and continues its isolated path towards Quash.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 7, 2015 13:10:23 GMT
The clumsy attempt at an attack by Granate and Yam met with the most spectacular failure as they collided into one-another. Before they could dis-entangle themselves, Zuccetta had already made her move. Mojo for a moment could only see the pair suspended, immobile in mid-air, before suddenly the mechanical fist of Zuccetta's prosthetic limb erupted from Yam's back, blood spraying from her mouth as she convulsed, her body going into shock as a result of the horrific injury. Zuccetta's gore-drenched arm disappeared from view and their corpses dropped to the floor, twitching only slightly before their life forces were completely drained.
With his view no longer obstructed, Mojo could see Zuccetta looking at him, head tilted to one side almost sardonically. He felt it again - the thrill of drawing this master-combatant's attention. But perhaps it would not matter - she seemed totally oblivious to the quickly-approaching globe of molten energy Quash was tossing in her direction.
That idea was suddenly shattered as she spun, raising her remaining flesh-and-blood arm and shouting something Mojo couldn't hear over the growing sound of his own aura raging around him. A mighty lance of crimson energy burst from her hand, spearing Quash's attack and dispersing it with stunning speed. Mojo looked up to his 'commander', watching the older Saiyan looked at his approaching doom, a look of determination etched upon his face as he crossed his arms in a blocking motion. It would not matter, Mojo knew, his ki would never be sufficient to halt such an attack, let alone in his exhausted state.
The red beam enveloped the elderly Saiyan, and for a moment Mojo allowed his attention to focus on the scene unfolding before him - the end of this attempted assassination. When the energy of the blast cleared, Quash still hovered in the sky. His armour was broken, his body covered in burned flesh and scattered wounds quickly beginning to ooze blood. He breathed in and out, the sound ragged and laboured with effort. His power level was dropping fast on Mojo's scouter display, and he only held his place for a split-second longer before the readout hit zero, and he dropped from the sky like a lead weight, disappearing beneath the vast spherical ship. Mojo was now alone.
Knowing this was his last chance, Mojo made his move. A brief 'kiai' - an invisible beam of weak energy, fired from his glaring pink eyes, so weak as to be imperceptible. Its only purpose was to serve as a beacon for the next step - the firing of his fully-charged Homing Shot technique. Without making a sound, Mojo extended his fingers fully, unleashing a volley of densely-packed green energy bolts from his hand - the visible corona of energy around him diminishing with each bolt he released. He did not expect them to kill Zuccetta, but perhaps her distraction would leave her guard weak enough to penetrate. The bolts hummed with barely-contained energy as they shrieked across the space between Mojo and the Saiyan warrior, following the trail of his kiai - right towards his target, ready to follow her movements as soon as she made them.
Just better hope her speed isn't too much for my blast to keep up...
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 7, 2015 19:23:20 GMT
The old commander had gall, Zucceta gave him that. Upon her angry crimson spearing through his golden bubble, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, brow furrowing with defiance; she felt his remaining ki surge defensively, and then be extinguished almost immediately as the Warhead blast washes over him like a furious, bloody tsunami of destruction. She relinquishes the blast quickly, for she needn't keep pumping her energy into the technique. His armor had shattered and was dropping from his body in pieces; his skin was cracked and red from the sheer magnitude of her energy. Had she kept the blast going for seconds longer, she mused, there'd be nothing left of the man.
The remaining echoes of ki within him quickly fade to nothing, she feels by reaching out with her new abilities, before his pupils roll into the back of his head; he quickly disappears from sight. Any chance of revival would be broken with the remnants of his body on impact with the buildings and streets of Ginger Town.
She sighs, her gaze resettling on Mojo with an interested arch of an eyebrow just as he pushes his arms forward. The power he had gathered up within himself was an impressive amount, greater even still than his commander's sphere of power. Zucceta has time to smirk before a myriad of humming green energy blasts close across the space of her ship's hull.
She muses taking the attack straight on, but such a maneouvre would be foolish; even if she were to survive the blasts, at the power they were released they would go away's to damaging her weight-suppressed power. There'd be no need to remove them, and it made this assassination attempt more exciting if there was at least the ghost of a threat. She could block the attacks, but it would be more soul-destroying if she were to dodge them completely; all that effort, with minutes of charging while his comrades died around him, all for naught.
Zucceta chuckles, quickly crouching before extending her legs and throwing herself into the air, instantly gaining a huge amount of distance from the surface of the Imperator. She has time to laugh, before the first emerald blast strikes her back.
In her own overconfidence, she had assumed that the blasts would not be tracking.
She had time to twist around to face the volley, before each blast consumes her form, a growing cloud of black smoke pluming from the explosive potential of each potent chi blast.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 10, 2015 18:47:47 GMT
Mojo had been half-expecting his attack to fail, so it came as a great surprise when he saw Zuccetta struck by blast after blast, wreathed in black smoke as the verdant orbs exploded around her. This was it, his one chance to hit this being, his one chance to stop her. Though he knew his chances were still slim, he could not simply flee. Among the people of Zoon, it was the greatest dishonour imaginable to surrender to an enemy without putting up a fight - but there was great respect for those who fought even though they had no hope of victory. Mojo intended that this be a tale he could tell for years to come, if he survived.
He launched himself towards Zuccetta, ki propelling him across the gap between the two as he tapped a switch on his Scouter, scanning for his target amidst the billowing plumes of smoke. After a moment the scouter detected her power level, and outlined her form within the black, choking clouds ahead. He took note of her stance, planning his move. Let's see if I can hurt you, 'Lady Death', he thought to himself, sweeping through the air towards his obscured opponent.
Laughing like some mad berserker facing death itself with manic glee; the Zoon-seijin hurtled into the smoke, his scouter tracking his foe's outline still. here and there, as the smoke streamed and coiled lazily around the pair, he caught vague glimpses of her, barely moving. It's now or never! With a snarl, he reached through the smoke, hand reaching for Zuccetta's tail as he tucked his knees into his chest. It was a maneuver he'd used in the past - the Saiyan tail was their greatest weakness, and while many trained that vulnerability away, it was his only chance.
His finger began to close around the tail's outline on his scouter, fingers brushing over the coarse fur as he felt the muscles coiling tightly in his legs, ready to deliver the kick to the back of her skull - a move that had decapitated lesser foes. Bellowing with primal fury, the Zoon-seijin propelled his entire body into the move, grasping for her tail with both hands as his entire body began to extend - every inch of his form being used to power the blow.
This could be it, my finest moment.
Or perhaps, my final moments...
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 13, 2015 22:16:51 GMT
A white aura bursts up amid the thick plumes, dusky smoke blasted away by her body's natural kiai. She could feel the Zoon-seijin hurtling towards her even before she cleared the smoke. Her body was grazed, one of her knees bloodied, as well as her cheek; but she felt mostly fine, if annoyed with herself. Yet another reminder that arrogance was costly, even against an opponent weaker by significant degrees.
She was interested in seeing what Mojo would do next. Much like Zucceta, he was now the last survivor of a unit destroyed by greed and pride, although in this case, it was their own fault.
She could easily dodge Mojo's maneuver, but decides not to; her triumph would be more satisfying with the Zoon's surprise.
His fingers wrap around her tail and squeeze, causing only a slight pain to her after she had vigorously and painfully trained out the weakness of her tail by (and I shit you not) slamming an automatic door on it repeatedly. She feigns paralytic stiffness for a moment, before chuckling and shifting her upper body to the right, Mojo's outstretched body rapidly moving through the air where she had, moments before, been. She momentarily wondered if he had ever met a saiyan who had removed the tail weakness, before plunging her mechanical elbow into Mojo's groin.
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Post by Mojo on Jun 21, 2015 13:16:03 GMT
Mojo's fingers clenched shut, tightly pressing into the fur of Zuccetta's tail as he looked towards her, and his fast-extending legs, ready to deliver what he hoped would be a spine-shattering blow. His rubbery lips stretched into a wide smirk, as he saw Zuccetta's body stiffen, as though paralyzed with pain. It was a reaction Mojo had seen before, in dozens of Saiyans, the reaction that came just moments before Mojo defeated them. Guess this is the price of not training your tail, he thought, letting out a malicious laugh as his feet sheared through the air towards the back of Zuccetta's skull.
What occurred next was a blinding display of speed. Even Mojo could not follow the blur of Zuccetta's motions with his eyes, but the sounds he made conveyed everything any hypothetical onlookers would want to know. His laughter was cut short, replaced instead with a groaning sound as Zuccetta chuckled softly. Suddenly it became clear her paralysis was a total ruse, as she shifted out of Mojo's path, his body hurtling past her, now fully-outstretched and vulnerable. He caught the briefest glimpse of Zuccetta's eyes glinting dangerously before he felt it - the elbow of her bionic limb, slamming with immense force into his groin.
If anyone had been watching this brief exchange, they would've seen Mojo suddenly stretched out in front of Zucceta, making a sound which cannot be totally approximated in writing, but would perhaps look something like this:
"HAHAhauuuuugh!"
Suddenly, Mojo was spinning away from the Saiyan warrior, groaning as he bounced off the vast domed hull beneath them, before grinding to a painful-looking halt near the edge.
He took a moment to breathe, struggling to absorb the pain now throbbing through his entire lower torso, looking up through one half-closed eye at Zuccetta. For a moment there was silence, before Mojo began to laugh, a rasping, but somehow jolly sound.
"You're not really familiar with Zoon-seijin anatomy, are you?" He hissed through gritted teeth as he unsteadily got back to his feet, legs splayed apart, his whole body shaking. "But if it makes you feel any better," he said, opening both eyes, "That hurt like hell." A manic grin began to contort the squat face that stared out from beneath the vast length of bony carapace that constituted most of Mojo's head. He began to laugh again, staggering slightly closer towards his opponent as he did, his fists raised half-heartedly in a combat stance. He was beaten and he knew it.
"It's funny," he managed to gasp between fits of hysterical laughter.
"If you'd - hah- killed the old man first - ahaha... They'd have surrendered." His shoulders quaked with the force of his amusement as he continued his slow and somewhat pathetic advance.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 25, 2015 11:47:46 GMT
The elbow connects with a satisfying clunk, Zucceta feeling the vibrations from the impact rush along her prosthesis and into her organic body. His exclamation of discomfort was music to her ears, a rush of endorphin's triggered by the sound. She watches, amused, as the Zoonian impacts with the hull, bounces and rolls along its curvature. She considers using a quick movement to get between him and the edge of the ship, but he managed to stop his own movement.
A cold wind screams between the two combatants as Mojo begins to laugh. Zucceta's tail bobs casually in the mighty breeze, before she wraps it around her waist when the Zoon-seijin manages to push himself to his feet. "I didn't take much time to learn about inferior auxiliary biologies such as yours in the academy, no." She smirks, folding her arms in front of her as Mojo begins to stagger his way towards her. The 'inferior' line was a taunt and an untruth; Zucceta was a saiyan who believed that warrior spirit was what mattered, and not the 'saiyan biology' that her elitist Ministry touted; it was her empire's duty to encourage this saiya-jin spirit and nurture it in other species.
The weak do not deserve to survive, is the gist of it.
"And what use would the newest ruler of the solar empire have for a bunch of weakling cowards who couldn't even face death honorably? You'd be the only one who'd have the balls... heh, to continue," the would-be queen muses. If she had killed the squad's captain, and the rest had surrendered, she would have murdered them regardless.
Only Mojo interested her. He had the determined look of a warrior facing an honorable death. And, perhaps, she could use that.
In an instant, she moves forward; to Mojo it would appear as if she had teleported. Her mechanical fingers would close around the Zoonian's neck, with the intent to shorten the amount of air that reached his lungs (assuming his biology was the same, in this instance). If successful, she would lift the weakening auxiliary off of the hull of the ship.
"Tell me what you know about your mission here, and about recent events concerning our wonderful ministry."
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Post by Mojo on Jul 2, 2015 17:26:59 GMT
Without warning, Zuccetta disappeared, her speed so great he could no longer even perceive her movements. However, there was no time to wonder where she had gone, for suddenly she re-materialized before his very eyes, her mechanical fingers clamping around his throat and lifting him from the ground, his legs kicking weakly, seeking purchase on the floor for a moment before he gave up, instead taking hold of her arm and trying to lift himself a little, to mitigate some of the discomfort caused by the cold metal fingers pressing into his jaw. He gasped, struggling to draw breath as he squirmed in her unbreakable grip.
"Tell me what you know about your mission here, and about recent events concerning our wonderful ministry." She demanded answers, and once Mojo accepted that he had improved his breathing situation as much as possible, he obliged.
"We were sent to kill you. The Ministry were afraid - afraid of you inciting rebellion." He recalled the mission briefing for the squad - the beginning of one of the most ill-fated missions in the SSE's military history. Most of all, he remembered the stunned silence in the chamber as they'd watched the footage of those battles on Earth - the incredible destructive power being tossed around like a child's plaything.
"They knew there were powerful people on this planet - world-killer battle ratings. They were afraid you might use them as allies against the ministry. But they didn't know how strong you'd gotten. They were expecting us to be able to kill you," he let a hoarse chuckle escape from his constricted throat. "Guess their intel wasn't all that great." Thinking back, he continued to reconstruct their mission in his head. The journey in the pods had been when the doubts really set in - a message had come in on the comms from Vegeta that there was a new Queen, and returning units were to swear their oaths of fealty to her, but Quash had ignored the summons.
"We got a comms message from Vegeta, sayin' some low-class girl had killed the ministers and taken the throne, there was a summons, to swear loyalty to the new Queen. Think her name was... Fennil, or somethin' like that." Mojo shifted his grip frantically on the arm that held him with terrifying ease, trying to shift his position so he could continue speaking without passing out.
"I guess the old man had somethin' to prove, 'cause he ordered us to keep on goin' - the mission was top priority. The Setosan tried to argue, that we were disobeying orders. But the threat of execution put a stop to all that." Mojo's voice was growing increasingly hoarse, shrivelling to a whisper as he was being held.
"Gotta say, I kinda liked Granate, but the way you took us on was impressive..." he gasped for air, his body starting to go limp. He could feel consciousness starting to slip away. "So kill me or put me down, Lady Death. If you expect me to beg -" he coughed, making one last weak attempt to ease the pressure on his windpipe.
" - You're gonna be disappointed."
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 2, 2015 22:21:30 GMT
The Zoonian's struggles quickly cease as he realises his inability to escape from her vice-like grip. Her smirk remains, as Mojo informs her of the unit's missions. Well, no shit you were sent to kill me, and I suspected as much. Zucceta's rebellion against the ministry, though, would not require a legion of the proletariat behind her; she was strong enough to take them all, of that she was sure.
So they had expected her to use people from this planet against them. How droll. The dryly amused warrior would never resort to tactics such as teaming up with a bunch of dirty earthlings to place her on the throne; she would make those motions on her own steam. She wasn't a damn minister, after all. She didn't find herself surprised at the incompetence of their intel, though; she had certainly grown at an extraordinary rate on coming to the planet Earth, and, while a silly oversight, it was one she expected from an unreliable resource like a ministry spy.
The next words to escape from the Zoon-seijin's lips caught the saiyan off-guard. The ministers, destroyed? Her lips quiver, her smirk turning into a more neutral line. A mixture of relief and anger washes over her. The bastards were dead... but not by her hand. And the throne she so coveted, the one that was hers by rite, by the bloodstain of Hiruen, by the blood of dead princes, was taken from beneath her feet. Her mouth twists into a snarl, as her grip unconsciously tightens on Mojo's throat. She whispers the words, her voice a guttural low, a wolf's growl. "Fennil."
When Mojo was finished, she stares at the Zoon briefly, her dark coals seem to be afire with calculation. And then her mouth returns to a smirk. "The world grows more interesting by the day, Zoon-seijin."
She lowers her arm, placing Mojo back upon the ground. "What is your name, soldier?"
"Your resolution to continue fighting against the odds is admirable, and so I offer you a choice; pledge fealty to the one true queen, Zucceta, killer of Tsuyei, who was killer of Zasho, or die."
(this is my last post. PL, heavy weights etc.)
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