Rite of Combat: Zucceta vs Vennel (Vennel/Open, DE) Jun 5, 2015 23:03:28 GMT
Post by Zucceta on Jun 5, 2015 23:03:28 GMT
“Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.”
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Zucceta sits at the helm of her ship, her arms folded in front of her chest. The ship sits just in low orbit of the world, and the sickly lights of Cacumber Capital are easily seen in the shadowy half of the planet. The saiyan solar system's star begins to crest above the planetary surface; it would be morning in the city very soon. Zucceta is pleased; she didn't want her foe to be sleep-weary, although she honestly doubt'd that'd be an issue.
Zucceta smirks. After her fifty-earth unit gravity meditation and acclimatization, she had returned to sleep, resting for another handful of hours. She had woke with merely an hour to her destination; she had washed herself quickly, beneath a scalding shower, before pulling her favoured armour set from her 'wardrobe' of unique armours. She also takes one of her less-used Furiosa implements, before polishing both for around half an hour. She does so in a deep calm, her emotions suppressed and controlled; it was the calm of a woman who felt the tug of pre-destiny. She did not know the outcome of the encounter she was about to initiate, it was true; what she did know was that the encounter would happen, and that was enough.
She slides the shining armour over her slim, taut frame in one graceful motion, before attaching the make-shift prosthetic, and relevant cables to allow for movement of the digits, to her stump with suction. She flexes her fingers, both organic and gravity-forged alloy; those false digits were beginning to feel as natural to her as the real ones. She had always come top of the class in adaptation, after all - even before her formal training at the academy, she had survived the horrors of Wreath-7 due to natural resilience.
She presses a button on the ship's intercom, before speaking to her two current co-habitors of the Imperator, her 'student' Hitora and the loyal Zoon-seijin warrior, Mojo, who had informed her of Vennel's thronal ascendance, much to her chagrin.
"Good morning, gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently fifteen minutes from our destination, the spaceport of Cacumber Capital. I am assured you all had a good sleep? Today is the big day, the day our new Queen is dethroned. So buckle up and ready yourselves, and prepare to watch a fight for the ages."
The slightly scalier equivalent to a cock crows in the rising sun over the capital of the saiyan solar empire. The would-be queen had landed in one of the seedier landing zones in Radittsu District. She'd been sure to lock it upon leaving, although she doubted she'd have any trouble with theft of the vessel; she'd spiked her ki momentarily when two guards came to accost her about landing permits, causing their scanners to burst from their ears in a explosion of glass and plastic. They had gulped, and gone on their way; no doubt they'd be preventing theft of the ship, considering she knew where they were stationed.
Her flight through the city was swift; she recalled the streets like she could trace the scars across her body absent-mindedly. She hadn't realised how she had missed the great spires, alien to the city planning of Earth, although (she was loathe to admit) she did miss the Earth's variety of colours and locales. Vegeta was repetitive and dim with the scars of an ancient war between her people and their previous 'owners', the long-reviled tsufuru-jin.
It wasn't long before she arrived at the city center, casually floating in the air and staring at the spires that marked the great palace which held the throne.
Her mouth is slightly dry, not from nervousness but anticipation. Regardless of the outcome of the next few hours, her fate would be solidified; be it as a queen, as a rogue, or as a corpse.
She presses two fingers to her throat, glancing at the sun. By her count, it was about eight in the am; and by her reckoning, Queen Vennel already ought to be awake. Her fingers begin to glow slightly with chi, her throat and voicebox being reinforced with ki. Zucceta begins to speak, voice calm and precise, tonally neutral; but her voice is amplified a thousand fold, booming out all across the industrial district, echoing throughout the walls of the imperial palace.
"Queen Vennel of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Your ascendance to the throne is impressive, your disposal of the ministry convenient. But you have also taken my vengeance in the process, stolen the long-savored revenge of Lady Death, last survivor of Apocalypse Incorporated. The ministry were my foes to slaughter. You are also a false queen, as they were false rulers; I have bested the final Koregutsu, the bastard child of Zasho I, who slew Zasho II in combat. By rite of combat, I am already queen.
"However, I understand you may not accept this dichotomy be between your reality and mine, and thus I declare, for the entire city to hear, my official aim in my rude interruption to your daily activities!
"By ancient law imposed by an ancient king, I, Zucceta, known to the masses as Lady Death, scourge of the galaxy, challenge you, Vennel, to a rite of combat for the sovereignty of our glorious Solar Empire in honorable one-on-one combat. Decline, and your throne is forfeit. Any interference, and your throne is forfeit. You have five minutes to prepare yourself!"
And thus Zucceta descends from her position, feet hitting the ground with a light toc. She folds her arms, her mechanical fingers closing around her upper arm, echoing the organic equivalent on her opposite side. She wondered who might come to watch the spectacle; she wondered if anyone would be foolish enough to interfere with this battle. Already, several saiyans were spilling out of the surrounding buildings, muttering and whispering to each other, sizing up Zucceta's emotions were still held in check, by a thread, but her excitement could soon serve to overwhelm her focus.
(PL: 136,402, currently suppressed to a visible 10,000)
[The intent for this thread is for Zucceta to fight Vennel. Other characters can join in and observe, but combat between myself and Vennel should not need to wait for 'observation' posts; only if a character interferes will they then join a posting order. Is this acceptable?]