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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 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.
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[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?]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 23:43:54 GMT
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Preposterous simply and utterly scandalous. This would not stand the Tuffle thought as he rose from his seat looking out the observation window catching the message loud and clear. The file traps were in place just as Vennel asked and he had several cache's already setup for him to grab and go should such a thing arrive. An be damned if it wasn't happening now. Icarus threw on his weighted cloak as his the scouter on his eye lightly went off. The built in device finally discovered recently. He'd slide his work back in the drawer as he left locking it as he did. The new eyes were not ready yet and such upgraded would have to wait as he was turning a darker shade of blue in anger and aggravation. He'd pass by several of the scientists but stop short at one lone saibamen. One of a squad he'd been building. But for now minor assistance. He'd look it in the eye before speaking. "Kikikikikiki" It'd respond in similar fashion. He'd already showed it and what others which buttons to hit to ignite a few personal file traps should it need be. His hacking protocols would only do so much. Some things needed to be activated by hand and no one ever really suspected the saibamen of anything beyond minor work anyway Benefits of being seen but not seen if ya know what I mean.
He'd throw the cape over his shoulders and out the door he went. His feet reacting with his boots and setting off rocket propulsion to take flight. Lifting from the ground hitting a device to send a alarm to the queen but no words. He'd be there by the time she arrived. Jetting through the air quickly and at as top fast as his thrusters could carry him. The whole in his belly patched the android Tuffle curious what he'd find. Icarus would land quickly not far off on a ledge of a nearby building looking down his fists clenched. Oh how he hated these loud obnoxious ways of handling things. He'd yell out in a angry tone directly and with authority. The patch of the empire on his shoulder signifying a royal adviser of high class. She may have been this lady death true? But he had no way of knowing for sure and he'd only minor information on the name. He hadn't had long to gather enough info as of yet for more. He'd linked himself to a few smaller programs to aid encase things went array as well. Vennels orders were still in his head and he was careful to ensure his actions didn't ensure their failure. But for not it was just minor back ups. This android business was a little difficult to tamper with its full potential just yet.
"You damn fools never learn of manners or respect. You land your ships bark out new orders on your supposed rights that and go spewing off at the mouth like a self righteous whore speaking above her station. You have not asked for proper meeting or communication merely stand in the street and scream out your desires and challenge like a child desiring notice." He cared not for power and did not recognize this as a form of respect even if saiyans might see it that way.
He'd ignite his boots again and hover towards the ground this time a angry expression that had his black eyes narrowing his silver hair flowing behind him as the short man walked up to the woman directly.
"You are a child who refuses manners... You set your own perimeters upon your arrival demand those do as you say without any reason other then your way of throwing words together as if you deserve something by rights...More like a tantrum for not getting what you want for being away from your SUPPOSED thrown. You disgust me... What kind of queen has no respect enough to at least properly show herself and consider challenge..... You shouldn't allowed to lead a meat packing plant let alone a planet...."
With that he'd spit at his feet and in a angry glare would finish his words with. "From what I've gathered on these people a vacant queen is no queen at all... If you truly deserved this boon you'd have been present to rule it ages ago... You don't deserve vengeance... You don't deserve leadership... you deserved to be flogged and stripped of rank to low class and taught proper by that I mean sent to a planet to relearn your place as a minor soldier to a low class division." His tone was angry but at the same time proper. Direct as in a officer talking to a soldier. Trying to think what best words would suit a proper insult for a saiyan. Past figure or not there were lines of respect and proper channels. If she wanted to act as a monkey then she'd be treated as one.
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Post by Kayle on Jun 6, 2015 1:26:59 GMT
Kayle was still willingly sitting within he cell. He was dozing lazily as it was early in the morning. It was becoming obvious that the useless guards had not called the queen to let her know of their "capture". She would not happy when she found out that they were hiding him. Why would they not say anything? Who knew. Kayle dozed into the mid morning. Known to be a saiyan that was not fond of mornings, Kayle usually slept much later but he couldn't sleep anymore in this place. It was little more than a dark room with a dirty floor. He had had enough. If Vennel was never informed of his presence, then he would never find her this way. It was time to get out. It was time for him to make his escape. Kayle pulled himself from the floor. He looked at the "guards" on the other side. "Ok I'm done here. You can let me out now." Kayle mentioned to the guards. The guards paid him no mind, didn't even look up to acknowledge that he had even spoke. "I said, I'm done. You can let me out. Lest you want me to let myself out." He said, beginning to become annoyed with the whole situation. The guard looked up at this comment. "Get our self out? Just how do you plan on doing that, big man? You didn't even put up a fight being brought here. I've never seen anyone come willingly before. Most saiyans at least try to fight back. They never succeed, but they at least try." The guard laughed at Kayle. "Let me out, and bring me my gear. And don't forget the my scouter. " Kayle demanded. "Quiet down in there, before I come in and quiet you down." was the reply. "Come in here and make me, unless you are to scared. You aren't a real saiyan. You could never amount to anything other than a simpleton. This is why you are stuck on prison guard duty, and not on some other planet conquering it in the name of the empire!" Kayle responded, attempting to play on his saiyan pride.
It worked. The saiyan guard opened the cage and walked in. "I'll teach you, you mongrel hybrid." The guard had said. He swung at Kayle, who easily dodged. "Now tell me, where is my stuff?" Kayle asked. "I'll tell you nothing! DIE!" The guard screamed. He had not called for any help. It was only the guard and Kayle. The guard thought that Kayles half blood made him weak, like most pure blood saiyan around. A dangerous mistake. He may not be the most powerful in the universe, but he was more powerful than the typical saiyan. The typical elite class saiyan only have six thousand to ten thousand power level. Pitiful. Kayle had almost maxed that before his fight with the queen. This low grade guard would be nothing for him.
The guard took another swing at the half breed. Kayle caught his punch mid swing. "I'll ask you one more time. Where is my stuff? My armor and scouter?" Kayle demanded. "I'll tell you nothing!" the guard said, bringing one of his legs up into a kick. The kick slammed into Kayle's side. The guard was sure he had won. He was sure that the "half blood" would crumple over. Then he looked on with horror when he realized that Kayle wasn't even phased by the kick. The guard, realizing he couldn't win, began to try to scream for help. "He..." He began, then Kayle smacked him right in the throat, and listened as he choked on his words. While Kayle was sure that he could take the other guards as well, he really didn't want to fight them.
Right in the middle of all of this he heard something come from outside. A scream from a voice that he didn't understand. It was load and clear.
"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!"
Kayle had to get out of here. There was no more time for games. He was sure the guard had heard it too. "Look, there is no more time. I have to see who this contender is. Now, tell me where my gear is." Kayle demanded again. "Ne.. v... er!" The guard still coughed from being punched in the throat. Kayle, not willing to just stand around and wait any longer proceeded to beat the man senseless. He beat the man to a bloody pulp. The saiyan guard sat there in his hands. "Now tell me, and I might let you live." he said. "Fine, fine, You won't make it out of here anyway. The other guards obviously heard us. It's over there by where we sit. In the chest." Very good. Kayle now knew where his gear was. Sadly, all he needed to do was look for the location. All this was for naught. Kayle knocked the saiyan guard out and took his keys. He walked out of the cage, locking the door behind him with the guard still inside. Surely the other guards should have been here by now. Surely they had heard what had happened.
Kayle didn't have much time. He walked over and retrieved his gear. He hastily donned his gear, putting everything thing in it's rightful place. After slapping on his boots and chest pieces, Kayle placed his scouter to its rightful place over his left ear. The blue visor hummed to life. It read no power levels in the vicinity other than his own and the guards. Where were all the other guards? Where they going to see what the commotion outside was? He would know soon enough, because that was Kayle's destination. Vennel was the most powerful person he had ever met. He wanted to see who had the power to challenge her in her full right.
Kayle, fully dressed in his full combat gear, scouter and all, started to walk toward the exit. He would see this fight, even if he died in the aftermath. He knew he was no match for Vennel, and so in theory probably not for this Zuceta person either. If he interfered he might not survive it this time. No, no this time he would just observe once he got there. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from their fighting styles. Kayle remembered the way to the entrance. There was really only way to the dungeon anyway. It would be pretty damned hard to get twisted down here.
Kayle exited the building and wondered where the scream had come from. He looked along the streets. Everyone was staring upward. Kayle's head inclined to the same direction as the peoples. Just as he did he saw that blue thing that was there for his fight with Vennel land on a building and start screaming at this "Lady Death" person. He had heard rumors of Lady Death. He didn't know if they were true or not. Was this really her in the flesh, or was this just some imposter using the title in order to scare peoples? One this was for sure, Kayle would know soon enough.
Kayle took flight in the air, and landed on the same building that the blue thing was on. As he landed, he looked at this little blue person. "You were there for my fight with Vennel. Tell me, little blue person, is that really Lady Death? Can it be true? I would be interested in seeing our Queen fight her if it was so. This will be a spectacular and amazing fight. Don't you think? You were interested in our fight, but this one will be so much better!" Kayle said landing next to the little blue man. "Yes let's see here." Kayle activated his scouter. The numbers were reading only ten thousand. It was obvious that this was hiding her true power in some fashion. There was no way that she would think that she could take Vennel at that power. Even he had more than that. Kayle would not make the same mistake as last time. This time, he was here to watch.
Kayle knew that Vennel must have had come far in her own power since then however. This was the best place to be. He had been looking for the queen for a while now. Surely Vennel would show up to defend her title. Who would win, Kayle didn't know, because he didn't know how strong she herself had become. Regardless of the out come, however, Kayle would be face to face with the new Queen, he search ended, culminating in a fight. It didn't matte who won, whether Vennel kept her title, or this Zucceta took it, he would be face to face with the Queen. All he had to do was wait and see who came out on top. He had hoped it was Vennel, since he personally already knew her, but he would be just as fine with this Lady Death as well. As long as he could make his long time dream come true. To be able to work for the empire, and help further its goals.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 6, 2015 7:32:41 GMT
Zucceta tilts her head and locks her gaze on the blue android, as he berates her and begins to descend from the building. Her mouth curls into a smile, his dumb appraisal of her demeanor doing nought to break through her calm; only the descent of Vennel might do that. Instead, she simply adds Icarus to the list.
"You look like the Tuffles were meant to look. If that is true, and you somehow survived your race's justifiable obliteration at our hands, then you ought to silence yourself before someone comes to finish the job." She smirks, tail curling nonchalantly. "The fact you wear the mark of the SSE is putrid."
"To assess your well-rounded critique, I apologise if my loudness irritated you, but the rite of combat is a legitimate law within the saiyan constituency. Any and all saiyans have the right to demand a fight to the death for the throne your friend currently sits upon." She shrugs. "If shes letting people like you advise her, this is just enough reason for her removal. She does not deserve to sit upon the capital seat of our galactic empire."
"I only found the last prince of the saiyans recently, and it took me a while to gather the strength to best him. I also had to sort out this," she waggles her mechanical implement at the Tsufuru-jin, "and had to take a few weeks to heal from other wounds."
"And, besides; I doubted any would accept me as Queen unless I destroyed the ministers. The nature of my job has merely changed to one individual to focus upon."
"I'd be wary, tsufuru. Your position of power will be fleeting if you continue to talk in such a manner, to any member, saiyan or auxiliary, of this empire." She simply smiles, black hair twisting and buffeting in a sudden wind.
Another saiyan appears, this one addressing Jarvis. Zucceta tuts impatiently; this one was not Vennel, by Mojo's description. Lady Death glances at Kayle proper, before grinning. "Death in the flesh, doshi. This fight will be remembered, regardless of it's outcome!" Doshi meaning comrade. She offers him a smile, before twisting back to the palace gates and awaiting her foe.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 9:55:48 GMT
He'd grow a bit wide eyed at the mention of his race. The first time someone he'd met on this planet had actually know of his people. Most thought him some unknown alien or past race now slaved species. It let the first insult of him wearing the seal glide over his head. It was almost as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "You actually know what I am? You know of the Tuffles? But how? Almost everyone I've encountered even those of good education were unaware of my people. Why do you of all those have to be the one that actually has information!" He'd say feeling a wash of missed opportunity wash over him. Of course it'd have to be a enemy that actually knew of the race and possibly more on the history after his memory goes fuzzy. Things just happened like that sometimes though it seemed. Never lucky to get what you needed.
He'd snort though at some of the other things he'd heard. Clearly not all that moved and power was something he looked at as bellow that of knowledge. This was not the way to change power he felt at least if he had more influence. "Do what you will then... But I put full support in my friend. If not for her I would care little if anything for this empire. I serve for her and thus in doing so do so to the best of my abilities." Kayle however was more then excited when he turned to see that response. If it was food it was battle nothing else kept sayians so enthralled so easily. "I've only read some files on this one. But yes it should be recorded just like before." Considering on how the down fall of the council had been recorded and documented in his private files logged among the many he'd stolen from the database in a neat little archive. He'd follow that thought up with shuffling at his belt and removing a small case and a singly capsulized material. What would appear would be three of those little bug shaped cameras that would began to flutter small wings and take to the skies like the one he had prior. They'd do well to record the battle from angles as well as gather power read outs through out. They'd do a few other bits for intel but it was mainly for documentation purposes.
However a final thing caught his eye that had him raise a brow. Without thinking about mainly going on reaction he'd reach out and try and grab her metal hand. Not so much roughly but more a gentle grasp that would have him observing it if he got a hold of it. "A little crude.... Seems to get the job done though. Whoever made this though didn't have great skill... I bet I could make something endlessly better in my spare time without so much as hassle or ache of the head." He'd say just sort rambling on to himself. He'd never seen a saiyan with a prosthetic before. Most he saw when injured just lived without a limb. He had thought perhaps for awhile it was just a way of wearing battle scars. Something to do with pride maybe? Whether he meant to or not he showed a bit of genuine curiosity at this as his head tried to scramble to think of what files he had on this Lady Death.
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Post by Kayle on Jun 6, 2015 10:46:41 GMT
Kayle didn't know what he was more shocked to hear. The fact that the little blue thing was a tuffle, or this pure saiyan woman had called him a comrade upon first meeting. All the Tuffles had been dead for thousands of years, and no one accepted a half-bred just out of hand like that. No one that lived on Vegeta anyway, and it was obvious that she did not live on Vegeta. At least not for the past few years or so. Kayle looked back and forth between the two. "You're a tuffle?! Those still exist?!" He would say to Icarus. Looking back toward Zucceta, "And you, accept a half breed as a comrade right out of hand? You don't assume I'm some weak little lap dog that consumes the floor droppings of my 'masters'?" He would say to her. Things just kept getting more and more interesting. Kayle was not more interested in this development than he was the fight between Zucceta and Vennel it self.
What was even more shocking, is that this woman had apologized for irritating the little tuffle man. A saiyan... apologizing... it was near unheard of on Vegeta. You only heard 'soft' words like that from aliens and half breeds here, and only from the non warrior half breeds at that. This woman intrigued Kayle to no extent. Vennel was strong, but this one was different. Her nick name, 'Lady Death', and the fact that she was challenging Vennel to combat because she felt slighted by her destroying the ministry before Zucceta, told Kayle that she was no stranger to the typical saiyan life. Yet, she almost spoke as if, as if she were not a saiyan at all. Calling a half breed doshi and apologizing to someone. He hadn't heard of things like this since he was a child. These so called 'Queens' always seemed to rile up emotions in Kayle. Vennel incited rage, and this one confusion.
Kayle looked over at Zucceta, this woman whom called herself 'Lady Death'. "Out of curiosity, why would you call -me- that. It's obvious by looking at me I am not of pure saiyan blood. Most saiyans assume me weak and pass me off as no better than a servant or slave at first. I've to prove myself to most. Yet you accept me out of hand? You aren't from around here are you 'Lady Death'. Also, I would be very interested in how you lower your power level like that. It's obvious that you did. No way you are really only at ten thousand and challenging the Queen." Kayle would speak to the lady matter of factly. All anyone need do is spend less than a weak on Vegeta to know that, while technically equal in rights, in general practice half breeds were treated as second class citizens. Though, they still had it better than aliens, they were still lower in the eyes of most pure breeds.
"After your fight, I would have words with you, assuming you survive either way of course. I mean no offense, but with your power level lowered as it is, I can't get a true reading on your combat power, so I've no idea if you will survive. You are a peculiar one for a saiyan. This is assuming you will have the time of course." He would say to Zucceta. Kayle then stops talking, waiting for Vennel to show up, or Zucceta to answer, which ever came first. He was sure Vennel would show. If she was willing to kill the entire council, surely she wouldn't give it up after a few weeks without some much as a fight.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 6, 2015 21:28:42 GMT
Zucceta's eyebrow arches up, before furrowing into a frown. "Saiyans used to have a better education. My personal tutor, once I had got to a point in my education nearing graduation, told me of our shared history, how the Tsufuru-jin had kept us as slaves or as pets, until one strong commander united us and reclaimed our honor, the ensuing war scarring this planet irrevocably in the process." That wasn't the whole truth, such as how Zucceta knew what a Tuffle ought to look like, but that was a story for another time.
She grimaces when the ages-old foe of the saiyans moves forward and grips her implement. "Hands off, I just polished this. And easy with your assessment, you were only just beginning to grow on me; I designed and constructed these arms myself, with the limited resources I could accumulate on Earth, and only the tiniest knowledge of mechanical engineering. It might not look like much, but its simplicity is growing on me, and the alloy is the toughest metal available to me, forged in a gravity furnace. It'll serve me as well as my natural fist, except for the issue of ki manipulation; but I have another hand for that."
Still, a better version of the Furiosa could serve her well; the only boon of her raw prosthetic was its ability to spit fire by super-heating.
Icarus, perhaps, hadn't been around long enough to notice; many saiyans did, indeed, have cybernetic or make-shift replacements for limbs. One of Zucceta's tutors at the academy had a cybernetic eye which served both as normal vision and as a scouter, and her old leader in Apocalypse Incorporated had, at one point, several bio-mechanical fingers to replace his losses. Some saiyans did choose to leave it at a stump; others still wished to fight at full efficiency.
She turns to Kayle. "In answer to your queries, I no longer see bloodline as entirely relevant to saiyan strength. I've seen those with only an ounce of saiyan blood annihilate full-blooded nobles." She pauses. "Even non-saiyans have my respect, given they have the right attitude; the weak must make way for the strong."
She smirks at Kayle's intuition, but neither confirms nor denies his suspicion. "This was my power level when I was forced to leave for Earth, and why should it have increased? The planet is full of weaklings, after all," she states, voice heavily laced with sarcasm.
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Post by Zuni on Jun 7, 2015 12:14:54 GMT
‘Inuz’ had a room in the Radditsu district to help solidify her cover, and it was really just luck (good luck or bad luck? Time would tell) that she was actually there when Zucceta’s announcement rang through the city streets. By night she slept there, by day she was off ‘hunting’ as far as her tails were concerned – in truth, she was returning to the Moon Palace and training. There were too many disturbingly capable Saiyan warriors around for her liking, and if she was going to bring down House Stormtail, she’d need to be at the top of her game. She’d managed to train for almost a whole week straight – and despite her long life, she could count the number of times she’d stayed focused on a task with that single-minded focus on one hand.
And then came Zucceta’s declaration.
It was impossible to miss, and within her squalid little room, Zuni groaned, rubbing at her eyes. Damn it all, if it wasn’t a bar brawl or a public execution, it was a legendary duel conducted right in the middle of town. Had Saiyans actually grown more violent over the centuries, or had she just forgotten the extent to which they were prone to beating the hell out of each other? She’d hoped it’d be at least a few weeks before someone rolled out of the woodwork to challenge Vennel. Oh well. Unlike the last time, the streets were unlikely to be filled with hordes of rampaging Oozaru, so she may as well go and see the show.
Zuni rolled herself out of bed, and shrugged on her armour. The weight of it was vaguely comforting, even though she had no faith whatsoever that the protective clothing would actually do a thing for her in combat. Still, appearances were important, and there were agents of House Stormtail and of the Queen’s who would expect Inuz to be out there watching the fight. She made sure the ribbons in her tail were tied tight, and ruffled her hair, the dark-skinned ‘half-breed’ was actually growing rather fond of this look. Half the Saiyans she met were jealous, the other half held her in contempt. It was an entertaining enough disguise.
Not bothering with the front door, she opened a window and yawned as she jumped from the balcony, landing on the edges of a gathering crowd. She muscled her way through to the front, just in time to see Icarus and – more entertainingly – to hear his ill-advised rant against a contender to the throne.
It was funny, really. As a general rule, Zuni tried to stop as many deaths as she could; dead people couldn’t learn from the error of their ways, and it was usually a waste. When the pompous little thing actually calls Zucceta a whore, though… well, that got a sigh from the demon. The creature looked familiar – and something about him made her want to protect him? Which was an odd feeling indeed. But if he was dumb enough to call what was obviously a Saiyan elite a whore… well, she hoped that he was a lot sturdier than he looked, because if he wasn’t, things were going to go very badly for him indeed.
Still, maybe she could profit from that, too.
With a smirk across her features, Zuni nudged one of the others in the crowd in the ribs, getting an irritable look from a lowborn Saiyan as a result. “Hey, hey. Fifty zeni says the idiot alien squeals like a pig when Clanky blows him up.”
The Saiyan looked at her as though she were crazy. “I don’t have fifty zeni! Besides, keep your voice down. That woman ain’t a joke, she’s Lady Death!”
The name had literally just been shouted for all to hear, but it didn’t mean an awful lot to Zuni. Apparently there was more to it than a self-granted title though. Bla bla Death bla bla Apocalypse had sounded lie little more than the usual overblown Saiyan penchant for drama to her. “Why do they call her that?”
The lowborn Saiyan shrugged his shoulders, “Because she’s a Lady, and she kills stuff I guess? How the hell should I know, just shut your mouth already, this is going to be good.”
And then Zucceta proceeded not to kill Icarus, but instead to shed some interesting light on the little creature’s origins. Tuffles. She really should have remembered that, but it had been a very, very long time since she’d seen one. The idea that Tuffles ever kept Saiyans as pets actually brought a snort of laughter from her lips, and some odd looks from members of the crowd. But it seemed that Zucceta wasn’t going to be in any rush to murder the disrespectful little thing.
With a sigh, she produced her purse from the inside of her armour, and the fished out five golden zeni coins – the fifty bet she’d placed, and passed them to the low-class Saiyan beside her. His eyes lit up instantly.
“What’s this for? We didn’t have a bet!”
Zuni clapped the man on the shoulder in response. “True.” She conceded, “But this woman is interesting. Most Saiyans aren’t half as controlled. She might actually be worth rooting for, even with that stupid title, so… hey, even if I lose some cash, today I’m feeling lucky. Now you are too.”
The man looked sceptical, eyeing the coins as though they might be a trick, but slowly he let himself believe it might be real.
"Uh... thanks?"
"Don't mention it!~"
The strange woman grinned, to the bafflement of her new best friend, and let her ribbon-clad tail swish behind her. With a title like Lady Death, it had been easy to presume she’d be just one more ignorant block-head of a Saiyan, especially challenging for the throne so soon after it had been taken. In fact, it seemed as though there might be hidden layers to the one-armed warrior. A Saiyan whose pride didn’t immediately demand blood and death in exchange for moderate insults…
Zuni wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop grinning. It was still too early to be sure whether she’d approve of Zucceta in the long run – most likely not, all Saiyans had some odious flaw, in her experience – but this did at least promise to be an interesting situation. That alone was more than she’d dared to hope it might be when the voice started booming through the streets.
And she did so have a weakness for interesting situations.
(Thread PL is 13,478 - no suppression, no weights. Even if the training is graded in the course of this I do not yet have access to 'Lunar Reflection'. I may well choose to intervene in the fight, and thus need to become part of the pose order, but if I do hopefully it'll be at a time when I can PM Zucceta and Vennel in advance - that should only be rough on me if it has the bad luck to occur on Thursday 11th)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 17:50:27 GMT
He'd sneer a bit and growl frantically as his knowledge came from Tuffle education but then again he was but a boy at the wars beginning so he had no concrete proof of the origins either. He'd keep a calm tone but answer at her knowledge with his own. "Preposterous! You're people invaded us and attack while enslaving our people. You are the ones to be at fault not us. Until some cave man got the idea to lead his forces to battle with nothing but power really. Hardly a commander and hardy anyone to truly call of important note. Slaves were hardly needed in our world before they arrived. You merely are taught what a war made system wished to teach." It was the victors that wrote history as well. Which was why he doubted heavily the the reliance on saiyans telling the whole truth.
As for her hand he rolled his eyes but would at least understand wishing to be proud of ones own work. He couldn't fault her for that as he seemed to be calming down lightly. His tone and tensions fading. His worry for Vennel though still very much present. "Simplicity only works for so long... While I will say I'm impressed with your work with the lack of proper experience its quite a handy work... Handy work heh. But there's being able to take pride in work then being overly prideful when you could have something much better constructed. I have... well. Lets just say I have experience building mechanical workings for any part of the body... I can say personally through testing they work well as could be." He'd with a smile after he came to recent conclusions and realizations about himself. "My skill makes things that are as if the limbs were never lost. Its child's play really. Just needs tech skill as well as medical knowledge. A Tuffle third year at the medical academy could do it probably." He'd ponder on the though a little sad she'd snatched the hand away. Looking at it clearly a desire to examine it in his eyes. But he also felt a unsure feeling. Worried waht this woman might be capable of. What if Vennel would lose... he had faith in her but still the worry did loom.
He didn't have their swelling pride or sense that battle was the big answer to this. He wished heavily to see his friend rise and gain her power she asked for and desired. Fought for and trained for an also to use the extended aid to find his research and advance his new found body. There were things he was learning and tapping into by the day that accelerated his work at a massive rate with the saiyan resources. He'd lost some time as well though setting up the traps in the sayian system via Vennels request after that feast chaos with the crazy monster thing the claimed to be a god and the new showing of Radasha's spoiled lightly loud daughter.
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 7, 2015 19:37:16 GMT
(Thread PL: 9,786)
Luffa never liked administering torture. There was no fun in it. Sure, he got to see his enemies squirm and writhe in agony, but there was no finesse, no graceful battle or exchange of technique. It was all give, no take. He stood in the dungeons below the Imperial Palace, the sunken earth wet from a cracked cistern further below that had fed the buildings above during the old siege times of their iron age.
“I’ll make this exceedingly simple, now.” Luffa said, wiping his bloodied glove on the prisoner’s tattered tunic. “You tell me who this Arcosian is, the one who hired you to contact the assassins, and I’ll make all this pain go away.” His large dark eyes fixed on the pathetic man’s starved face, which was still quivering with pain and terror. “It will all vanish.” Luffa said, punctuating his offer by driving another index finger into the man’s abdomen, his digit piercing his stomach and driving into his guts. He twisted his wrist then brought it out slowly, spilling more blood and bile.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell.” The man squealed, falling into the light cast by the cell door. He was a much more ruined man than the one Luffa had thrown in here. Half of his hair had fallen out from the stress and strain of his brutal captivity, and what remained was now shot white. Most of his teeth were gone, and the youthful face that had so smugly defied Luffa a week ago was now the crumpled façade of an old and dying man. “Just… promise me, my family won’t be killed.”
“Alright. I promise.” Luffa said.
“I was…” He hacked up some blood before rasping to continue. “I was part of a revolutionary brigade that had fallen out when Zasho disappeared. People lose interest when you’re not striving… against… against a tyrant.” He wheezed. “The changeling approached me. Never saw his face, but I could tell. The bone.” He threw up some more blood.
“Never saw his face?” Luffa asked disappointedly. “That won’t help me much.”
The man clung pleadingly to Luffa’s pure and bright gold cloak, smearing it with his filth. “I… I think I know, who it is. A pirate. An outcast. He doesn’t want to be… found, not by his people either.”
“Why would pirate scum want me dead?” Luffa queried.
“He has… another patron. An employer. I saw the communique.” The man swayed, nearly toppling over into unconsciousness. Luffa propped him up with a gentle hand on his chin.
“Who is the employer?” Luffa asked quietly.
“The… Brenchians.” He groaned. He was near bleeding out.
Luffa frowned. This information only confused his problem more so. Why couldn’t revenge ever be a simple matter?
He killed the prisoner with a swift punch that caved in his head and left the cell. “Clean that up.” He said to the guards as he left, who were speaking hurriedly about some prison break on another level of the dungeon.
Just before he left the catacombs a light flickered on his scouter. There were powers gathering, right outside the Palace. He wasted no time in finding the source, dashing through the endless halls that were the royal seat and arriving outside the vaunted spires in quick order.
Several Saiyans were gathered here, including one whose energy read at ten thousand! His eyes widened at the impossibility. Her armor ranked her low class, and her arm was replaced with a robotic prosthetic just as his aunt’s was. The resemblance didn’t end there, and he would have sworn it was her if it wasn’t for the immense ki signature. The talking toad he’d met at the Queen’s Feast was there as well, babbling at her with some insistent insipidness.
A nearby spectator bowed and informed Luffa that there was to be a challenge for the throne.
“Again?” Luffa asked, incredulous. He made his way to the center of the gathering circle, glaring at those in the center, daring them to question his presence, stepping in a wary circle around the massive power rating. He noticed with dissatisfaction that the ribboned woman who’d thought she managed to earn Luffa’s patronage, Inuz, was also there.
“Well, well.” Luffa said loudly, cracking his knuckles. “Another dawning of dunces comes to take the highest chair.” He observed mockingly, “Nice trick, hacking into our scouters.” Luffa said to Zucceta. “Maybe you could have made your power level read ten million instead and we would all be prostrate in worship. But the proof is in the pudding.” A milky, florescent blue ki began to build upon his gold-cloaked shoulders, and he floated a mere inch above the ground, allowing him to respond to any attack in quick order as he gathered his energies. “What’s your name, cripple? Some other vaguery that’s managed to crawl out from under the grinding wheel of the Empire and now screams for attention? Why should we let you rule and lead in the Empire’s defense when you cannot even defend your own body from destruction?”
(Icewolf Bite [UV3] charging, 13035 next round) [KP: 0/3] (if used)
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Post by Vennel on Jun 7, 2015 19:53:45 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 102'495]
The light of Vegeta's star crested over the horizon, spilling it's light over Vennel's body as it came through the window in her chambers. The sudden change in light, forcing her eyes to stir before they flinally blinked open. The Saiyan Queen pulled herself up slowly from her resting position, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Another day had passed, and one more set of new problems to fix, she thought to herself. Lately, her rule had not been the most "smooth," having seen so much happen as of late, one would think that Vegeta were a ghost town before she rose to become Queen.
She approached her closet, and pulled out her armor, which had been slightly modified. It had been given a long weighted cape that hung from clips on the shoulder straps, and displayed the Saiyan Solar Empire's emblem proudly on the left breast. Pulling up her thigh-high leggings, she was nearly fully dressed when the rapping of knuckles against her door was heard.
"What is it?"
She asked, her voice was coarse and demanding. She thought she'd told the staff never to interrupt her in her chambers unless she called for them, it were an emergency, or food were involved. And for some reason, it seemed her attendents had begun classifying the most mundane things as emergencies.
The hiss of the sliding automatic door pierced the silence as her attendant Pumbuken came through the door and bowed respectfully.
"My Queen, your breakfast is ready."
He said calmly and simply. Vennel continued putting her clothing, now putting her boots on and practically done. She remained silent until she'd finished, standing to test the snugness of her boots, before nodding in satisfaction before turning to her assistant.
"Very Good. You're dismissed."
With another bow, and backing out the way he came, Pumbuken retreated out of the Queen's chambers, before kitchen staff members came into her room carrying large domed trays. Setting the trays down on the table in her room, they pulled away the domes to reveal just what was beneath them. It was a large spread of food, mostly comprised of various Vegetan wildlife, all prepared based on the cooking recipes that Icarus had provided the staff quite some time ago.
Vennel waved her hand dismissively toward the kitchen staff, who all retreated with a similar nod and bow to Pumbuken's and exited her room, leaving her alone to her food. Vennel immediately started to devour her food, stuffing her face so she had the energy to face the day.
However, it seemed today was going to be no different than the last, as something decided to break the silence of her meal.
Her mouth was agape as a piece of partially chewed food just fell out of her mouth and hit the floor. If she'd just heard right, the leader of the very group she'd looked into that lead to her being branded an outlaw, the one that she'd invited back to Vegeta as honored guests, had shown up to challenge her rule? She'd not even met the woman, but she was basically coming not to thank her for disposing of a mutual enemy, but to sieze the throne for herself? And this was the woman she had come to think of as some elusive leader?!
Suddenly Pumbuken stormed into her room, looking out of breath.
"Your Majesty, theres-"
A simple hand rose from vennel, toward the male Saiyan, as she stood up, her gaze fixated on her window.
"Where is Icarus, or Radasha?"
"Uh, Lady Radasha is not accounted for, presumably somewhere away from the palace today, but Icarus has taken off toward the challenger."
He was naturally confused why Vennel was asking these questions, she knew that where they were wouldn't matter, right? She could not take help with her duel with this challenger. But it was going to be very interesting in deed. Vennel was going to have to prove herself to the first contestant to her throne. The outcome of this fight would judge her for the rest of her life. She'd either be the short-lived queen that couldn't hold her throne, doomed to be known as such as long as she live, or to be remembered as such. Or she'd become the Queen who, after a quick run in with a rebel, had held her throne, unlike the previous monarchy, proving herself a valid leader and powerful warrior. This would make or break her.
And Vennel knew all this, having stormed past Pumbuken as he stood in the threshold of her chambers, and headed down the hall at a quickening pace. Her pace started slow and purposefully, but quickly evolved into a jaunt, into a jog, and then a sprint, before finally she rose into the air above her and flew out the front doors of the Palace and into the sky then above her.
She checked her scouter, detecting the large masses of power signatures coming from the crowds, but she couldn't locate anyone with a power level that would have been large enough for her. She still could detect that unreadable power level that must have been that self proclaimed goddess who was on the planet. She had meant to go chase her off the planet at some point, but for some reason, some force of the universe prevented her from getting close to her docked ship- it was the weirdest thing. But surely, the idiot challenging her today could feel their presence here as well, no?
Well, since she couldn't find her challenger by simple virtue of large power level, she instead locked on to the one that was the most out of place. And she had found a small gathering of power masses on the roof tops of some buildings. As she then had her destination set, she burst off in a flash of light, her rage pushing her forward as the very recent turn of events made this all too coincidental, and was how she figured it might work.
As she came to the presumed location, as she saw Icarus there, and also the half-blood from her own fight for the throne the first time. The individual they were talking to seemed to have a low poer level, something around ten-thousand. It was hardly stronger than Kayle's was when he fought Vennel, and she was no stranger to hiding one's power level. In fact hers would be read as just over twenty-five thousand due to her weighted cape. But with the gathered group present, she slowly descended from her position high above them.
But her own appearance would not be the last among those to arrive. It seemed that shortly after her arrival a familiar, certain prince of the diet had arrived. But the child seemed to be preparing an attack of his own, and Vennel hadn't the slightest idea what he was gathering his ki for, but she'd be damned if he interfered and cost her her throne.
"Stand down, little Prince! If you know anything about the ancient customs, you would do well to restrain yourself."
She touched down a little bit away from Luffa, Icarus, and Kayle, opposite of Zucceta. Her eyes narrowed at the woman who appeared before her.
"So, the self-proclaimed 'goddess' finally sends one of her lackeys to take control of this world. She should have come herself, if she were even half as knowledgeable about our people as she claimed, that is."
"You claim to kill men, with no proof of your deed, men who's names mean nothing, as they'd long abandoned their throne. Leaving it in the hands of the ministry, who in your pursuit of abdicated princes, I had killed. Your kills, if they can even be verified, mean nothing. But by ancient custom I must see to your defeat myself. Perhaps after I defeat you, that alien bitch, will know better than to assert her desires over our people."
Her teethe bared themselves toward Zucceta, as Vennel snarled.
"Icarus, step back. And you remember what we talked about."
She spoke flatly, using the best of her self control in the situation. She lifted her hands to her cape, which was enough to show off only a quarter of her power level before, and tossed it to the side, toward where Icarus and Kayle were standing. Perhaps one of them would hold it for her, she thought, or it would be ignored, either way didn't matter much to her. Her power soared to it's full potential, clocking in just over one-hundred thousand! An impressive feat, true, but hardly enough to do much against that woman. Perhaps she needed a full moon to teach her what happens to an alien that tried to dominate the Saiyan people.
"I will not hold back my full power. And if you have more to show, I suggest you do the same. If you wish to take the throne from me, then we will fight at our full strengths. But then, as someone who is quite clearly an agent of that bitch I don't expect that you understand what respect, or honor are."
She practically spat her words as she put more emphasis on them. After ruining her feast, and trapsing about that one Saiyan as her play thing, it was quite obvious that she clearly had found Saiyans somewhere else in the galaxy, and clearly this was just another of her ploy, it was just too soon after her arrival here, and why else would she still be on the planet? She was likely there just to ensure that her chosen champion succeeded in this fight. The thought of the throne falling into the hands of someone like that who would presume dominion over the Saiyans- unforgivable. Vennel would sooner die than watch what would happen. After all, that woman had spoken of creating Super Saiyans, which Vennel could only guess as to what that meant. Perhaps she'd merely trained a very powerful Saiyan, or genetically engineered some super Saiyan, not actually the legendary figure itself.
Vennel's arms crossed over her chest as she kept her gaze locked on her challenger, her scouter on and reading for any fluctuation in power a she waited, the first move was typically the challengers' so Vennel awaited to see if Zucceta would make her move. Her aura, flaring up around her body in anticipation for her opponent's first move, as her ki sought to expand after only recently having been unleashed.
[Power Charging [SU2] used, charging 66%>132%]
[1/3 KP; 2 depleted if skill is used]
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Zucceta
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PL: 379,083
Oozaru(x10) MSSj(x15) S.Ooz(x22) SSj2(25x)
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 7, 2015 21:55:42 GMT
Zucceta smiles sardonically at the Tuffle. "Your winds are as wind, and your people long dusted. I doubt you or I know all the truth of the ages-old conflict, and the tale of our suppression by your kind serves us well, regardless of its accuracy. We will never again allow ourselves to by tyrannized by men like you." She smirks.
Another saiyan with the gall to talk to her arrived, and Zucceta felt her eyebrow arch quizzically at Luffa's insolence. His power sat at around her own suppressed ability, and she doubted that he had the knowledge to be able to hide his power like she was, given his age. She crosses her arms impatiently at the young noble, eyes scanning his appearance and armour. One could infer a lot about social status if they had a unique armour designation, like his; most low- to middle-class soldiers merely had personally modified variants of her standard regalia, but this one had a emerald core and a snugly-fitting reddened shoulder pad. It was an old style, she recognised, and one she hadn't often seen in her time at the Solar Empire's capital.
She finds herself suppressing laughter, that the self-styled 'prince' might think this meager power an illusion. But then, she muses, he was young, and may well have never left Vegeta's surface given his privilege; and even had he, there were only a few planets were even middle-tier saiyans would have much difficulty against the average individual. She can finally suppress the laughter no more, but diminishes it to a light chuckle; she had missed attitude like this in her Earthly travels.
"My name, brat, is Zucceta of Apocalypse Incorporated; you'd know me as Lady War, promoted to Death when the ministry decided my team had grown too big for their boots. And my arm's destruction is the reason; I have knowledge of the outside to make informed decisions regarding this empire, still young in galactic terms." She considers punching a hole in his chest with her Furiosa to prove a point, but decides against it. Attitude rehabilitation could come later. His dense blues of ki building about his body did not worry her, but she was worried it would invalidate her challenge against Vennel.
And, speak of the devil, so she'd appear.
The fresh queen lands quickly within the circle of warriors, barking an order at Luffa to stand down. Zucceta smiles: I like this one. Zucceta did not consider Vennel to look a-typical for a saiyan; Zucceta stood slightly taller, closer to a full six feet. Vennel seemed more thickly muscled than Zucceta, and thus she suspected the two to be of very similar weight due to the height difference. Her hair was only a shade lighter than the average saiyan, like Zucceta, whose darkness was almost an oil-black.
The armour she wore was the traditional style, like Zucceta's own, but additionally with a cape and emblem that suggested her new-found sovereignty. It was brighter than Zucceta's choice of colouring, a degree of reds and pinks against her own browns, blues and golds. These things were the only thing that suggested, to her, her newly-ascended status as queen.
Her personal appreciation of Vennel quickly diminishes when she is accused of being a 'lackey'. A lackey of whom? Someone claiming to be godly? Zucceta frowns and rubs the back of her head. "My agency in this rite of combat is my own, Your Highness."
She smiles. "I never expected you, nor the ministry before you, to accept my claims; the prince was a fool, and his half-blood brother more so, and they left this world to ruin in the hands of petty, noble bureaucrats. I didn't expect you to lay down, hence, my immediate declaration of this challenge."
Her smile quickly fades, as the Queen tosses her weighted cape aside. Zucceta had suspected Vennel to have repressive measures in place, though her suppressed power was more-than-enough to deal with the ministers. "I have nothing but respect for your abilities, Vennel, but those ministers were mine to kill." They had stolen from Zucceta the only person she had ever grown to cherish, on this violent planet, and two other men who she would have named as her brothers.
"Your suspected clarity is delusional, my Queen, for I am an agent to none but myself, and I would never hold back in a battle such as this! My power is owed to none but me!" And, with these last syllables, her infamous crimson aura crashes up around her, her power instantly soaring past even Vennel's own impressive hundred-thousand units. Individuals in the crowd with lesser models of scouter would find them exploding from the combined output of their two chi's.
With her instant increase in ki, Zucceta rushes towards Vennel, fist raised. Her stance was deliberately open; she swings her prosthetic at the Queen's jaw with a deliberate sluggishness, although given her demonstrably greater unit count it would still be at some speed. The true attack lied in wait, if Vennel decided to move aside from the fist; in such a situation, Zucceta would slam a knee into the young queen's waist.
The show, was on the road.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 7, 2015 23:07:54 GMT
The battle of the century was about to take place on planet Vegeta, between two very confused opponents. On the one hand, Vennel was convinced that he was fighting the errand girl of a powerful being who, much to her chagrin, refused to leave the planet and was claiming divinity among them. And on the other, a claimant to the throne who was accused of serving masters that, to her, did not exist. Indeed, the battle was off to a fantastic start. But for Vennel, she merely stood in place, her arms crossed, tail firmly wrapped around her waist, and her gaze fixated on the woman who had challenged her. While Vennel ceded that Zucceta was definitely challenging her on her own accord and right as a Saiyan, she nodded in response. However, she was not convinced of this. It wasn't long before her opponent's smile faded, and she prattled on about how the ministers were hers to kill. Vennel's own facial expression devolved into a near beastial growl in retort. Who was this woman, to be gone for so long, and expect any supporters of her cause to sit idly by and wait for a savior? She had the power to end those squabbling fools, and she took it upon herself to do so, as any true Saiyan would. And here she was, being chastised of all things? Her tail's fur stood on end, bristling with her rage as she was near a snapping point. If this woman didn't attack soon, Vennel might just loose her self control and make the first blow. "Then you are either a fool, or a liar. You either understand nothing of what has transpired in recent days, or expect me to believe you on your word. But you still insist on this fight, so let us not delay it any further!" Vennel cried out her retort to her opponent, who seemed intent on no longer holding back herself. Her power level rose exponentially, rising higher and higher, until it even surpassed Vennel's own. At this point, she was used to these people coming from off world with powers that surpassed even hers, though she was by no means alright with it. The disparity in their power was considerable, but it wasn't out side the reach of possibility, that Vennel might be able to still win. Her scouter began to signal it's potential to overheat if the power levels it was detecting grew any higher, so it entered passive mode, doing very minimal activities while it cooled off. Zucceta closed the distance between them, coming rapidly towards her. As she approached Vennel, the Saiyan queen followed her movements, and a pretty sloppy first strike was coming her way. Vennel, on the other hand, was no stranger to feints such as these, making use of many herself in her previous fights. Her aura shifted with her body, as she ducked out of the way of the incoming fist, only to find the true attack laying in wait. A somewhat basic ploy, but it was one that told Vennel something of her opponent's fighting style, a crucial decision to be made in the begining of a fight. The leg, met no resistance, as Vennel took the strike to her gut, but that wasn't all for the Queen. Vennel reached out and, using the forward momentum that her opponent was under, attempted to grab Zucceta's leg. If she managed to succeed, she would then turn the tables back on Zucceta, gripping the bent leg in such a way it could not extend fully and push her back and angle them into a descent. Her goal was to rush at top speed into the ground that was far below them, thrusting Zucceta's body into the city street. Of course, if her attack failed, she'd be left without a means to do any of this, and would be left wide open to counter attacks. [ Vennel's personal martial arts style [UP2] used @ Zucceta, charged to 132% from Power Charging [SU2] ( PL: 135'293)] [+0 KP] [ KP: 1/3]
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Post by Kayle on Jun 7, 2015 23:42:13 GMT
Kayle couldn't believe how fast things were escalating. It seemed that this little blue man was going to try to fight this Lady Death for a while. Nope. Then, this other little runt showed up, and seemed as if he were to attack. Kayle beeped his scouter. It came back just under ten thousand. If both these power levels were accurate, then that would be just about an even match. Kayle still thought that Zucceta was masking her true power some how. No one would be foolish enough to attack a Queen with a measly ten thousand power level. Hell even Kayle could beat that and he was no match for Vennel. As for the runt, Kayle didn't know whether he would be masking his or not.
Then the Queen finally showed her face, just as Kayle knew she would. What had taken her so long, he never knew. Maybe she was just trying to make some kind of dramatic entrance or something. That would be a typical regal thing to do. While lost in his own thoughts he head Vennel speak and recognizing the little blue man and this runt of a saiyan. The sentence he heard most clearly was this,
"Stand down, little Prince! If you know anything about the ancient customs, you would do well to restrain yourself."
Prince?! That twerp was a Prince? Who would follow someone like that as a Prince? And what was he the prince of? Was he Vennel's son? That would be the only way, unless there was some sort of other saiyan monarchy running about somewhere. But then, if he were Vennel's son why would he not be there for her take over of the thrown? Why had Kayle not even seen him before? It was more likely that Prince was a more honorary title Kayle assumed.
Then he realized something. Vennel acknowledged everyone. The little blue man, this Lady Death, and even this so called 'Prince'. Everyone he knew she knew. Everyone but him. There was a crowd gathering, yes, but he was right next to the little blue man. Did she think so little of him that she had forgotten him already? The single person to step up to challenge her during her rise to the thrown? He had spent all this time looking for her, going as far as to spend a few days in her dungeon, just so he could pledge his loyalty properly and try to serve her and the empire as a true saiyan, and she merely glanced over him?! This was preposterous. He bet she didn't even know that he had taken out one of the elites within the building, or that he was even in the dungeon for it!
Kayle could feel the contempt rising. He didn't know who he wanted to win at this point. At this point he didn't know who he wanted to win. On one had was Zucceta, a name he heard her refer to herself as. She was bold, and either strong or stupid, depending on if she were masking her power somehow. Kayle still suspected she was. He didn't think even a low born pure saiyan would be that stupid, and yet this one seemed educated. No. He was sure she had much more power than she let on. She was also nice. Calling him doshi and readily accepting his presence, rather than like so many other pures out there who dismissed him right of hand. Then again maybe that was a trick. Maybe it was just honeyed words to win a few supporters. Who knew? Kayle didn't know this woman anymore than he knew who this Runt Prince was. For all he knew, she was just trying to sooth him, so as not to fight before the fight with Vennel. Even though he would never interfere with a challenge to the thrown, she wouldn't know that.
Then there was Vennel. A woman whom had made her contempt of his blood known. She never used his name. She always insulted him, and apparently she didn't even know he existed past the point of their little fight. But she had let him live. That was very un saiyan like, especially for someone that sits on the thrown. Any challenger was met with death usually. Yet, he lived, and even found himself in a regeneration chamber. She had also proven herself in combat, where this other woman hadn't. He knew that Vennel could fight. For all he knew of this other woman was that she could be some upstart thinking that they could take Vennel because they didn't know her power.
This could be an interesting fight. Kayle didn't know all the variables, so he couldn't make an accurate decision on who would win. He also didn't know either combatant all that well, but Vennel he had met before at least. He didn't know whom he wanted to with either, so he would just sit back and let things unfold. He would watch this ancient ritual come to being and root for neither this Lady Death or his Queen. He would merely observe. He couldn't help but wonder though, who would win this fight? The honey worded Lady Death, Zucceta, or the one who literally had come from under a rock to claim the thrown. The current Queen of Vegeta, Vennel.
After all of his ponderings, and trying to work things out in his head, he was still a bit confused. He turned to the little blue man, Icarus, and asked, "Hey you. Why this fight is done would it be possible to get a copy of the recording? I do believe that I could learn a lot from this fight if I study it enough. Perhaps I could of even better service to our Queen if I learned something useful from it." He didn't expect an answer, but he had to ask anyway. He expected Icarus to be absorbed into getting ready to record. Either way, he was excited to be here, and one thing was for sure, at the end of this Kayle's life would be in his own hands. He would be able to walk under his own power, and because of this, he was not going to let the Queen slip through his fingers again. His dream was to serve the empire in ways his family never had. He would realize that dream, and the way he would do it was by speaking with the Queen after. Whichever of these women before him that may be mattered not. All that mattered was that he not let her slip through his fingers again. The Queen would not forget him again. He had to much to offer the empire to let that happen again.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 8, 2015 9:59:36 GMT
Zucceta had arched an eyebrow at Vennel's continued insistence on talk. Word were as wind, and the time for action to replace dialogue had long come round.
Her knee strikes Vennel's waist with heavy power, but Zucceta muses that the Queen may have suspected the feint; she had made the move particularly obvious, by slowing the punch. Still, she'd been worried that throwing a punch at high-speed, given their difference in powers, would have been unavoidable for the Queen of all Saiyans, and the knee was the attack she had wished to land, with the hopes of winding her foe slightly. Her initial strategy was to check for weaknesses in defense, and manipulate them once found.
Vennel would then move to grip Zucceta's leg, her own ki spiking to a point that almost matched Zucceta's own, the Queen's body being reinforced by her built-up ki.
Zucceta's body vibrates at high speed, and Vennel's grip moves through Zucceta's after-image. In a burst of ki, Lady Death had out-maneuvered the Queen. As the image dissipates, Zucceta sends her metal elbow at the back of Vennel's neck and spine.
(SU1 Zanzoken used. KP 2/3. Also, not sure if you'd get a +1 because you did use a technique, will check with whomever though )
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