Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 15, 2015 21:38:31 GMT
It was a bright day in the planet Arcose's habitation zone, until a great looming shadow falls across the system's starlight.
What appear to be a volley of comets slice through the air around the great orb, which, when passing out of the sun, is revealed as a great saiyan pod-type ship, vastly large; numerous normal-sized pods circle around its sleek orbicular shape.
Zucceta stands at the helm of the ship, arms folded behind her. She smirks, before raising her fist into the air, giving the order to one of her lieutenants. He punches in a command into a console.
Each miniature pod instantly plunges towards the center of the city, hundreds of them crashing through buildings like great cannon-balls before resting in Arcose's streets. Each pod door would hiss open, grinning, furious saiyans clambering out of their tight containers.
The queen presses a button on her scouter. "Mayze, get in position and release the power ball."
Her head lowers, and she opens her right palm; something small, yet potent, sits within it. She curls her fingers around the object.
And then she descends from the ship.
The city below was quickly in turmoil. While the saiyans hadn't been subtle, they had struck swiftly, and the Arcosian troops had been caught off guard. Zucceta hands in the air, a few hundred metres away from her ship, and her voice booms out across the war-zone.
"WYNTRE KOLD!"
(PL: 188,188)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 22:06:54 GMT
[PL 63,978 heavy weights on, 15,994 pl] It was a rather interesting sight to behold. The saiyans in their glory of a war strike on a unsuspecting enemy and their bold and rather attractive demeanor. Warriors in a place of war that made them seem more natural and comfortable in such a place and situation then they did when on their own home planet. This one was already a sight to be hold though this new planet. His scanners picked up vast cold an further out nearly unlivable from his own scanners alone. Quickly reaching into his coat and throwing up three little bug shaped robots about the size of a kitten. Wings unfurling as they'd all fly off in random directions to either record fighting gather weather information for predictions of this planet. Soil samples as well as blood samples from fallen warriors saiyan or arcosian alike. As well as anything else animal life or species wise they encountered. He'd trigger up all his scanners and recording functions as well to begin gathering a first person perspective of this war that was about to unfold in its horrific glory. "Not gonna get what I need up here!... Chow." He'd say from the deck of the ship. Finding the nearest exit and with that letting himself fall to the ground almost as quick and eager as most saiyans his current appearance making look as one of them as well if not for his pitch black eyes with white pupils.
His rockets igniting as he'd land securely on the ground with a thud lightly scorching the ground beneath his feet as he landed. His eyes quickly scanning down x-raying through several buildings and areas. He wanted to see the battle and the fighting in various forms of vision. This was much as a field of study as a field of war in his eyes. In his head he'd be picking up several groups an squad conversations from scouters after linking himself into various communicators on the ride over. This would it make it several times more easy to know which area was too dangerous to go rushing into and which would be just right for data and supply gathering. His own eyes on a constant observation for any terminal or data link to the arcosian database or any form of their intelligence. He burned with a great desire to see just what information they had burrowed away in their systems. "Seems like history in the making... Doesn't appear much is going to go wrong either at this rate." Making a rather brash and early prediction given the surprise and force of the saiyans. It was a rather eye drawing spectacle. Although he still waited to see this power ball. This creator of apes! He would locate one of the apes perhaps when this happened one of the ones with control and take a better stance of vision from its shoulder. Safer among a tame beast then the battle of open blasts and blaster fire. He'd calmly pat his side as well as if to ensure the blaster pistol at his hip was still there under his coat. Even after all this time he still preferred to channel his synthetic ki through the catalyst of a pistol or physical weapon. Old habits die hard as they say.
When wyntre's name was roared as well his curiosity was breaking far past its peek. "Yes... This wyntre. Surely she plans to appear soon... To bad for her though." He'd say keeping somewhat careful in movements as he would approach one of the first buildings he could find that in his initially glance he'd have guess perhaps held something of importance. His x-ray scanners could see more technical equipment inside but stopped scanning early to approach. Figuring he'd take advantage of the chaos. Not really expecting anything to go a miss for him particularly. Surely the weighted material of his cloak would aid to hide him as it hid some of his power.
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Prince Luffa
Archived
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jul 15, 2015 23:52:33 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
(Thread PL: 23,227 (With Weights: 5,807))
Luffa had fought many skilled combatants. The great green ogres among the Beppa-seijin. The unparalleled technical fighters of the Hiruen clan. But none he fought were strong as this. He knew it would be a bloodbath, one that could very well end in his glorious death. His Attack Ball had broken off from the mothership and crashed near the determined point of the Queen’s Descent. His first priority was to clear the area of any Arcosian guardsmen.
His pod door opened with a belch of atmosphere. Through the grey haze, he saw two silhouettes on approach, one with an arm cannon strapped on its wrist. Alien slaves, with trifling power levels. The slaves would fall easy. Luffa let out a quick wave of ki, the green burst tearing open the alien’s chest and smoldering through the other side before he threw himself against the other, a frog-like thing with four arms and a surprised look on its scaly face, clashing arms and legs. “Surprise! The Saiyan Solar Empire has gotten tired of filth like you griming up the stars.” Luffa said, throwing his golden cloak around in a whipping wave, the weighted material blinding the foe and causing him to stumble back before he smashed his knees into his gut, breaking several of the thing’s ribs. “Hahahaha, you squishy slimeball!” He laughed, before smashing a tight fist into its face.
Just when he was about to gloat more, a gigantic hand gripped his small head, and his golden scouter blared in alarm. “Little monkey shit!” The deep voice boomed, throwing Luffa hard into a nearby building. Luffa clenched his teeth from the pain of the impact, and quickly turned himself about. It was a massive horned Arcosian in its notorious Brute form, a glaring frown on its gargantuan pink face. Blue bio-gems gleamed coldly on its head and bulky shoulders.
It was easily four times the height of the child warrior.
Luffa raised his fists grimly in a slugger’s stance, spitting out a bit of blood before quickly glancing up at the Queen. She’d arrived, and was standing in the air near her Imperator, leveling the challenge at the Empress of Arcose. Luffa growled inwardly, silently hoping for the moonball to crackle in the sky sooner rather than later. He’d need it against these freak lizards.
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on Jul 16, 2015 0:23:39 GMT
[Thread PL: 102,997]
“This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill!” the PA repeated for what was likely the millionth time. He, Mayze, was starting to get irritated of the repetitive line. It was, after all, obvious that this wasn’t a drill. They were invading the capital of the Arcosian Empire in a blitzkrieg rush. Everyone had been briefed on it, so the PA system wasn’t really necessary, but it seems the military loves their protocol.
Shock and awe tactics. It was a smart move on Zucceta’s part. While it may be an underhanded move to not declare war, it was damn effective. The Arcosians weren’t expecting this, and thus, would be quite unprepared for the sudden invasion.
He clambered into his slightly modified drop pod, and prepared to drop feet first into hell. He strapped himself into the safety harness, as he didn’t want to take any injuries during his drop. Glancing out the small, reinforced window, he got a great view of the enormous city. He noted with interest a large building in the center, likely the palace. He would definitely have to make his way over there once he completed his objective.
In an instant, his pod was suddenly released. He skyrocketed towards the ground, the pod jostling around in the air. “They really need to put timers on these damn things. Not like it would kill them to do so,” he muttered, as he had been slightly shocked at the sudden drop.
He could’ve just flown down, but he preferred this way. It gave him a huge rush of adrenaline.
He grimaced slightly as he felt his pod smash through a large building. It continued to crash through the walls and floors of the building before exiting out the other side. He felt a large impact as his pod smashed right into the middle of an arcosian street, forming a large crater around the pod.
Furiously, he undid the safety harness, and kicked the door of the pod. The door flew of its hinges, and landed on a stupid alien who thought investigating the crater would be a good idea. He pulled himself out of the pod, already getting strong whiffs of smoke. Grunting, he popped his neck before flying up towards the edge of the crater.
In front of him, he could see a mass of aliens, most of them non-arcosian, running away from the scene in panic. “Run while you still can,” he yelled out to them, a grin apparent on his face. This only served to increase their panic and speed.
"Mayze, get in position and release the power ball."
His face instantly turned into one of seriousness when he heard the order being given. Extending one hand out, he sent a large red blast towards the crowd, intending to kill as many of them as he could. A large explosion ensued, and many bodies were sent flying away from the air.
Concentrating, he held his arm and hand out, fingers unfurled. A white, reflective ball of ki formed in his hand. Feeling suddenly drained, he pulled back his arm, and threw the ball of ki high into the sky. Once it reached an ample height, he pointed his hand at it, and called out, “Burst, open, and mix!” he clenched his fist at the last word. Suddenly, the ball expanded, letting out a flash of bright, white light. Covering his eyes, he turned away, as the ball would be useless to him.
Across the city, saiyan’s would look at the ball of light, and would then begin to transform into an oozaru. This happenes because the ball generates artificial blutz waves, which would force them to transform into their powerful giant ape form.
Taking a look at his surroundings, he noticed a familiar face. It was the saiyan known as Icarus. Turning to face him, Mayze called out, “You, Icarus, accompany me to the palace. Now,” regardless if the saiyan, who was actually a tuffle, followed him or not, Mayze would begin to make his way towards the palace, firing ki blasts along the way.
Mayze launched the power ball!
We using Kp? If so- KP: 0/3
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Post by Taiga on Jul 16, 2015 1:43:25 GMT
((Thread PL - 39,390 True Form)) Never a dull day, the Arcosian soldier thinks to himself ironically. It's not that he disliked his position; but it could be more. Or, at least he likes to tell himself. He missed the days where he was sent to quell the occasional uprising, or receive orders to wipe out a civilization or two. But he had been assigned to the homeworld of Arcos; but this felt more like a sentence than an assignment.For near a decade, all he had done was stand by... How could he hope to climb the ranks if all he did was guard some station?! Well, it could be worse, Taiga surmises, swirling a light purple liquid in his glass. Taking a sip and savoring the sweet taste, Taiga finds himself thankful that he was, at least, not a slave. Suddenly, the Arcosian hears yelling... panicked yelling. He blinks, confused, and walks up to the large screen monitor embedded in the wall before him and presses a large switch."What's going on? What's the commotion about?!" Taiga barks into the comm. All that returns is static and horrified screaming. "Answer me!! What's happening?!""T-Taiga!!" comes a terrified voice. The image of a small purple alien with a long skull blinks in and out with static. "It's-it's the Saiyans!! The Saiyans are attack-AAAAAGH!!!"No further words came across the channel, only an eerie static. Stunned, Taiga sets his glass down and stares, wide-eyed, at the screen."Saiyans...?" no, it couldn't be. The Saiyans were a formidible force, for sure, but why would they dare attack Arcos? Surely Queen Wyntre would not permit this! His heart pounds against his chest, and his stomach churns painfully. Grunting angrily, Taiga hurries out of the communications tower, and heads outside. What greets his eyes fills the Arcosian with terror. Hundreds of spacepods, coming down like meteors, crash into buildings, toppling them. It is a full scale invasion.Never in his life did Taiga believe his people could be on the receiving end of an annihilation. Perhaps it was that feeling of security that led to this... He had no choice, he had to fight! Crimson Ki surrounds the young Arcosian; light pours from his body in palpable waves, swallowing his form in the blinding flash. He could waste no time with menial transformations, and instead transforms straight into his True Form. His skin and biosuit turns from light pink and gray, and takes one a much more striking white bio armor and red skin. The light fades, and Taiga straightens, narrowing his eyes.
Only on very, very few occasions had the Arcosian been forced to resort to he True Form, and now was one of those times. Taiga rockets off the ground, and takes to the skies, heading towards the palace. If he could, he needed to find the Queen; they have a chance to stave off this invasion if they all fight together. As he flew, a horrendous roaring reaches his ears."N...No...!" Taiga laments. The damnable Saiyans are transforming into their Great Ape forms! Gritting his teeth, Taiga continues his flight towards the chaos.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 22:47:08 GMT
The pod landed, crashing into what used to be a residential area killing who knows how many innocent civilians in the process. When the ship collided with the ground, a good sized explosion could be seen, killing more than the actual pod itself would have. The door opened with a hiss, slowly emerging from the pod would be the young Saiyan with black hair like most Saiyan’s did, he wore his white Saiyan armor with gold trim for his breast plate and his blue Gi pants with blue boots that had red trim and yellow string tying them shut. Hitora smiled, it had been a while since he had attacked a planet and been truly feared, sure he wasn’t the strongest in the war party, but he was nothing to scoff at himself. He had left his weighted training clothes on the mothership, he wasn’t going to hold back, after all he might need his full strength. Hitora then sensed a weak power level charging at him, it likely would have been a survivor coming to take revenge for his fallen brethren. Hitora watched as the small Arcosian…male? He wasn’t sure, damned things all looked the same to him in the end.
Hitora let the thing strike him a few times, even though it was a futile endeavor. Hitora then grabbed the creature by its throat, lifting it into the air where he then crushed its neck with ease. He then tossed the body away, into a fire that had been set by his landing allowing the corpse to burn. It was then that a power level that eclipsed the weakling he’d just killed was sensed, it wasn’t a Saiyan and he’d only known of one of these mutants who had a strong power level and that was their leader, Wyntre, Hitora then let his full power surge forth, he was going to enjoy this. He then flew towards the power level only to see the strangely colored individual. Black and Red. Hitora couldn’t help but laugh, this being might be a challenge if Hitora stayed in his base form, but he knew that by now a power ball was in the air for him to transform into should he need it. “I hear that you….things bleed blue, I can’t wait to be bathed in your blood, much different from the usual red human’s bleed!” Hitora then landed on a piece of rubble.
When he had landed, he was still standing higher than the Arcosian was where he belonged, Hitora then laughed again as his black aura grew to life around him giving him an overall menacing appearance “Maybe I’ll let you live as my slave if you bow down now and beg me to let you live weakling! I’m sure Queen Zucceta would let me have a pet or two from this trip? I mean, we do need animals for a museum so we’re bound to keep SOME of you alive!” Hitora folded his arms across his chest, his hands wrapped in a strange bandaging even though he wasn’t harmed at all, oh this would be a good day. Hitora smiled maliciously at the changling scum in front of him, soon this creature would be nothing but a piece of gristle on the bottom of his boot, and nothing pleased him more than the thought of it. “I’ll let you have the first attack changling scumbag! SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!” Hitora then stared at the strange being, waiting, his Ki easily read as that of a true combatant now, not some weakling as these creatures were.
TL;DR: Landed Killed innocent changlings Targeted Taiga for one-on-one combat PL - 39,270
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Doctor Kouda
Rising Soul
PL: 58,708; Chaos Form(x7), Muenster Form(x12) Items: One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights (1/4 of PL), Royal Spaceship, 2 Extra Seats, Tier 4 Gravity Chamber; Tier 1 Shop, "I Love Bao" T-shirt, Tier 3 Healing Chamber, 1 5kPL Guard, 1 10k PL Guard; Zeni: 176
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Post by Doctor Kouda on Jul 18, 2015 7:19:50 GMT
The large fork-shaped spaceship rocketed above the desolate tundras at it made its way to the pinnacle of the planet. Arriving after the saiyans had made first breach into the planet, the Red Eclipse would find the once apex paradise of Arcose besieged under fire and fury. The white land that the Golden Fox raced above was abruptly cut off as the spaceship entered the burning warzone of the Population Centre. The flames of several collapsing structure caught themselves as reflections on Kouda's eyes. It had felt ages since he had been on Arcose but here he was. Before he was exiled to Earth, Kouda and his team of scientists conducted several experiments designed to bring chaos and dismantle the Arcosian Empire. Eventually, Kouda and his team were caught by the authorities and they fled from the planet. In the process of their escape, Kouda had lost someone very important to him. Whether the loss was the beginning of the deterioration of his sanity or not, Kouda's convictions were only fueled more by the incident.
And now he had returned.
"It's time! Send someone here to pilot the ship!" Kouda commanded into his communicator.
An orange litt stepped into the room to fly the ship near the city while Kouda and the other warriors would leave to fight in the battle.
The crew was ready for this moment. Kouda marched into airlock bay with several other messenger soldiers. The bay doors slowly opened and they all witnessed the destruction happening below. From above the sky, several pods shot into the planet like a meteor shower. A glowing ball of energy floated above the land causing the various buildings to tremble as something stirred within the battle below. The good doctor walked to the edge of the bay and admired what had been wrought from the invasion. Kouda grinned and placed a finger to an ear piece to contact his Red Eclipse comrades.
"You should see the view from here. This planet is on its final breath and it's time to secure the kill. Nothing will stop the Queen's army and we're here to make sure of that. Tonight, the Red Eclipse looms over Arcose and this world will be but of ashes."
Kouda then changed frequencies to send a message to Zucceta or whoever would receive her message while she was fighting.
"Lady Death, this is Kouda. The Red Eclipse has come. Expect our support soon."
Kouda was waiting when finally a group of Ee's and Litts had began pouring into the cargo bay. accompanied by Messengers entered the bay door.
"The serum...I presume you have taken the full dosage of the latest prototype" Kouda asked them in a very serious tone, searching for any noticeable side effects on their bodies.
A blue litt with a prosthetic arm answered.
"If the results are truly consistent, we should expect the reaction to begin in a few minutes."
"Excellent. We will see the fruition of all our research today. The others. The ones that didn't make it. You will see them avenged today."
A namekian with red markings on his face known as Guit entered the room along with a group of 5 more demon namekians.
"Guit, I was not entirely sure if you would join. Your father has been quite busy with repopulation project. When I see saw you working in the lab earlier, I thought you meant to stay. But I see now why you were there today. Your brethren. You've released specimens 2 to 6. Interesting. We shall see how they fare in the battlefield today."
Guit and his brethren nodded while more messengers with jet packs entered the room. It seemed that everybody present was ready to join the fight. Kouda sent out the tags on his allies to Zucceta's forces so that they could recognize the individuals as Red Eclipse forces.
Kouda walked back over to the edge while his cloak flapped behind him.
"This will be the day we've been waiting for...."
He then stepped off the platform and began diving through the sky into the battle beneath them. The others in the cargo bay followed him.
Kouda spread his wings and soared through the streets dropping several explosive vials on scurrying Arcosian troops. He landed in the middle of the street with the demon namekians and the messengers. Arcosian soldiers began to immediately fire at the group. The soldiers were shooting them from surrounding buildings.
"Messengers, suppress them until the namekians are ready! Guit, do the thing!"
The messengers took off into the air with their jet packs as they fired several shots from their wrist blasters into the battered walls of the buildings. Meanwhile, the namekians were charging an attack. Energy bullets tore through Kouda's cloak and the armor of the namekians as they braced themselves from the incoming fire.
"Now dammit!" Guit yelled as it seemed that the pain was beginning to overwhelm.
The namekians in unison unleashed their charged energy in the form of a wave. Their combined Demon Wave attack was directed at each of the buildings in the proximity, tearing them down. The gunfire on the street was silenced as the debris buried the last of the shooters.
"Secure this sector! Take no prisoners!" With that last command, Kouda flew off to a different sector to regroup with his Ee's and Litt friends. It did not take long to find them as the mutation had begun to occur. Their lab coats began to tear as new bloody bones sprang out of their body like stalagmites. Their wails of pain were hushed by the sound of flesh racing up the growing bones to form their new monstrous shape. The muenster serum had transformed them all successfully and a dozen colossal litts roared within the sector (Mutated Litt PL is 10,000 PL). As they were ordered before, their targets were the Arcosian Artillery cannons stationed at the top of certain buildings. The artillery cannons could hinder any reinforcements so they seemed like an important target. With their monstrous might, the Muenster Ee's and Litts made their way to the towers.
A slow yet hideous cackled escaped Kouda's mouth as he watched the mutants storming the sector.
"Welcome to a world of bloody evolution."
Kouda flew off to another sector to search for any opportunity to support the saiyans. Out of nowhere, an elbow slammed into the back of his neck, sending Kouda plummeting towards the ground. He crashed through the street and caused a small crater. Before Kouda could react, whatever had hit him, dealt a punch to his abdomen. Kouda coughed out a spurt of blood. He opened his eyes to see a familiar face from his past. An arcosian named Crigid who was an officer in the Arcosian Empire's army. Crigid was known for his relentless pursuit of the source of the muenster serum and he was the one who had almost killed Kouda and taken the lives of his friends when they were finally caught.
"Kouda, you slimy bastard. You think you could come back to Arcose and try to evade me?! You're even more stupid than the last time I saw you here. When you tucked your tail and ran away after I killed your little friends," Crigid taunted as he dug his foot into Kouda's bleeding abdomen.
Kouda shot out his tongue at Crigid's neck, wrapping it around the arcosian's neck. With all his might, squeezed Crigid's neck. Cautious of being countered, Kouda took the first opportunity to escape Crigid's foot and released his tongue. Kouda stumbled back on to his feet while Crigid rubbed his neck.
"Hehehehe I see you've learned a new trick since you've been away," Crigid sneered, "a cheap tactic. Nothing more. It won't make help you now. Quit embarrassing yourself. I've seen what you really are!"
Kouda smirked and got into his defensive stance, "You'll never be able to stop what I've become."
Crigid narrowed his eyes and pounced forward attempting to punch Kouda. Kouda stepped to the side and smacked away the arcosian with his tail. Crigid collided against a set of crack columns. He rose up from the debris with a shadow cast over his eyes. In a split second, Crigid vanished and reappeared in front of Kouda, headbutting him. Kouda took a few steps back clutching his forehead in pain. Without a moment to lose, the angered Crigid continued his assault, punching Kouda various times. The impact of the punches felt no different than the punches Kouda had come to endure with the sparring partners he had encountered on his adventures. Accustomed to finding a recovery time, Kouda deflected one of the punches with an inward block and counterattacked with an elbow against Crigid's cheek. Kouda then lurched his body forward and dug his left into Crigid's abdomen. Crigid responded by grabbing ahold of Kouda by the neck and attempted to violently twist the doctor's head to the side in an attempt to snap it. Kouda shoved his claw into Crigid's face and began digging his fingers into the arcosian's eyes. The arcosian screamed in pain and let go of Kouda's head. he instead grabbed the arm that Kouda used to claw his face and snapped the bone in half. Kouda reeled back in pain but continued with a spinning kick to Crigid's side. The arcosian fell over to the side and rolled across the ground.
"I admit. I did not expect to have to resort to my hidden power. You are very lucky to have reached this far and witness it" Crigid rejoiced as he had a hand loosely on his bleeding face. His body began to morph into a sleeker version of himself. He appeared more nimble than before.
"You only delay the inevitable. You're doomed. As we speak, Wyntre will fall at the hands of the saiyans and with her, the arcosian empire. The saiyans will never leave this planet without the Empress's head. You're finished," Kouda hissed
"Your ramblings and lies will not work on me. The saiyans will not sustain themselves long enough here. Wyntre has allies. Your saiyan whore-queen chose her enemies poorly. I only need to wait to see this farce of an invasion burn out," Crigid stated.
"This day will be your last."
Crigid leapt at Kouda and kicked him high into the air. Crigid then appeared again above Kouda and hammered his fists down on to Kouda sending him flying back down. He then reappeared once more halfway through Kouda's descent and kicked him towards a pair of buildings. Kouda's back smashed through multiple walls as he was shot through the buildings.
Kouda struggled to pick himself back up.
"His true form...it's too powerful. I can't match his speed" Kouda thought to himself. Kouda frantically looked around to see if Crigid was coming back for another attack. He heard a roar of pain coming from another sector. Kouda flew to a nearby rooftop and looked over the horizon to see Crigid shooting a death beam through one of the colossal muenster mutants. The muenster Ee's roared as it collapsed to the ground defeated.
Kouda with all the strength he could muster, flapped his wings and made his way towards his mutated friends who were currently being attacked by Crigid. It seemed that Crigid was killing them one by one. Kouda kicked away Crigid's hand before he could shoot off another death beam.
"Bad mistake" Crigid barked as he turned back to Kouda and shot a death beam through one of his wings. Kouda spiraled towards the ground and landed with a heavy thud. His left wing was twitching and bleeding profusely. Crigid slowly floated over Kouda.
"I'm impressed, doctor. I didn't think any of your kind could survive the thrashing I gave you before. You should've took that chance to run. I wouldn't have noticed. What a pity," Crigid leered, "but I suppose you didn't want to leave your friends behind. Pathetic. No wonder you're a victim."
Kouda growled as Crigid closed in on him. There was no way to escape now and he could barely move.
"This is perfect. You know survivors always make the best torture victims. You can get the most of them. Like your friend, what was that thing's name...Gream! That's it. You must have really loved her if you tried to kill her before I could arrest her. Who knows what I would have done to Gream if you didn't kill her? Oh wait, I do know. Your attack never killed her. She lived and spent the next few months as my new torture pet. She lasted quite a long time. Maybe she was holding on to some hope that you would come back. You're too late now though. That story is over. I think you'll replace her quite well. You even got that same look on your face that she gave me before I started to rehabilitate her."
Crigid, with both of his hands, fired off a series of death beams that tore through various parts of Kouda's body. With the best effort he could muster, Kouda attempted to roll away from the barrage but he shot by a few. Crigid stepped on Kouda's crumpled and bleeding body.
"This is what defeat feels like, Kouda, you old fool."
Kouda was still thinking about what Crigid had said about Gream's tortured and tragic fate. Weakly raising his hand, he roared in anger and fired off a volley of ki urchins on to Crigid. The orbs plopped on to his body. Crigid glanced down at the ki orbs that were stuck to his body and laughed, "Did you expect that to actually hurt?"
"I expect them to weigh you down" Kouda replied.
Crigid began to attempt to rip the crawling urchins off of his body when he realized his limb movements were becoming far more sluggish. A plasma cutter burst through Crigid's abdomen and retracted. Purple blood began to spurt out and Crigid held on to wound astonished. He turned around to see a human in red armor standing before him, holding the burning sword. The human opened his eyes and leered at Crigid who looked like he had just seen a ghost. Crigid was confused as the human's eyes were identical to the eyes that belonged to Gream.
"Wha-what's going on!?" Crigid yelled, clutching his wound, "are you some kind of mutant freak!?"
The bioandroid stood silently, watching the prey get cornered. With a flick of his wrist, the plasma cutter blade began to burn stronger. Kouda could taste Crigid's burning flesh in the air. Pah'mazhan then slashed his plasma cutter horizontally across Crigid's abdomen, causing his intestines to spill out. The arcosian panicked as he attempted to push the guts back into his body. When he looked up, there several copies of the bioandroid surrounding him. His eyes widened as he became more frightened.
"Stay back! I'll kill all of you!" Crigid screamed as he fired several death beams at the various copies. Upon collision, the copy would dissipate revealing it as only an illusion. When only four copies remained, Pah'mazhan leaped from across the room and smashed the hilt of his blade upward against the arcosian's chin, causing him to fly upward. The bioandroid threw his plasma sword into Crigid's chest and then leaped upward to pull it out of his chest. While in mid-air, Pah'mazhan flicked his wrist one more time and caused the blade to begin burning immensely one more. With incredible speed, Pah'mazhan slashed the arcosian's body in multiple angles. When they both landed, Pah'mazhan stuck his blade within Crigid one last time and causing whatever was inside the arcosian to melt from the inside from the pure heat of his plasma cutter. Crigid shried in pain as he burned internally. When the pressure from the heat had built up long enough, Crigid exploded, sending melted bits of flesh splattering across the walls. Pah'mazhan, with a flick of his wrist, deactivated his blade and rushed over to his creator. Kouda was coughing blood when Pah'mazhan pulled him up on to his feet. They stood in silence as the fire encroached on them.
Pah'mazhan carried Kouda out of the hazardous place and flew him to a nearby plaza.
"There is no time, Pah'mazhan. Listen carefully. There is one last task I have for you. Ensure that the Ee's and Litts evacuate successfully. Order them to leave back to the homeworld. Escort them. Protect them. Do this for me. I must stay behind with the Red Eclipse and the Saiyans."
Pah'mazhan looked at Kouda's wounds and appeared worried, "I won't leave you here like this."
Kouda smiled, "I'm a survivor. Go. .... Please, Pah'mazhan. This will not be the last time we see one another."
Pah'mazhan nodded and began to walk away. He stopped and turned his head to the side to look at Kouda.
"Find me...when you need me..." Pah'mazhan said before disappearing.
Kouda stood in silence while the bioandroid left.
"Your mother. If only she could be here to see what her design became," Kouda thought to himself as he watched Pah'mazhan fade away in the distance.
Kouda wiped away something that trickled from his eye and began walking in the opposite direction. His cloak had been torn from the fight. Kouda stripped away the torn cloak from his body. He limped away back into the battlefield.
"Kouda, you're alive!" Guit shouted as he ran up to Kouda. Two other demon namekians came and helped Kouda walk by having him lean on their shoulders.
"Rally up our surviving troops. This fight is not over yet. We will have to wait to hear Zucceta's next move," Kouda coughed as he watched as Arcose around him was being destroyed.
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Landed on Arcose Red Eclipse (aboard ship) nearby Killed NPC Arcosian (Crigid) Kouda, (Guit the demon namekian) Tier 1 guard, and (Colossal Muenster mutant) Tier 2 guard on the battlefield
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 18, 2015 9:47:43 GMT
This day was inevitable. Zucceta was someone Wyntre wished she knew less, but what the Empress had learned from the Queen in their multiple encounters worried her. There was a rage present, sure. Yes, Wyntre was as angry at Zucceta for something such as this as much as black is dark. While this was true, while the vexation was flowing through her veins like water in a river, there was something else in there. But what was it? Pity. Yes, pity. She felt sorry, albeit in the smallest amounts, because of all of the opportunities that had been missed. The Empress very well knew that, for her and many others, tomorrow in the normal sense may not come. But Wyntre supposed that is acceptable. When she seized the Throne without even a care, she had unknowingly agreed that scenarios like this will unfold unto her. Wyntre was a fool, once. She cared little for others, for the betterment of the universe or for anything but herself. She used to spoil herself with luxuries beyond belief. Do you know what changed? Like dirty coal under immense pressure, a change had started. No, Wyntre had not reached some form of 'perfection', as such a thing does not exist. Through traumatic doses of responsibility, she had become better in mind. She was to protect her home. She was to protect the Universe. Wyntre knew what was happening more than she let on. After all, this day was inevitable. As her teeth grinded together, clearly showing her aggravation. Using what little tranquillity she had left, she pressed a few buttons on her Scouter as she prepared to send a message to multiple people of interest: namely, Vi-Poi, Zexama and @aksor. Sure, perhaps they might not be able to make it, despite the utmost urgency of the situation. The message simply read as such: 'Arcose has been attacked by Saiyan forces. Come quickly'. With the last of her peaceful nature, Wyntre slowly deactivated the holographic scouter as she stayed still, the news broadcasts being sent to her through the scouter's audio functions. She could hear them. She could hear them all. She could hear the innocent refugees who might just become refugees yet again. She heard the panic of the pure. She heard the terror of the merchants, many abandoning their stalls and shops to flee or fight. She could hear the content moans and chuckles of the invading Saiyans. She could hear the pain about to be inflicted. She could hear the screams of citizens even before they screamed. She could hear the Queen of the Savages call out her name. She called out for Wyntre Cold. She will get Wyntre Cold. As she stepped down from her mighty throne, the fabric below her feet almost burned as she stepped on it. At the point where she was already half-way to the grand door of her palace, a transformation was to occur. Wyntre, in this form, had battled Zucceta in a tournament until the point that had Wyntre forfeit. That was the most powerful form Zucceta had seen from Wyntre. She is to top that by a long run. Even now, her Power Level far more than tripled the previous one, sitting at a little below seven hundred and thirty thousand. But that was not the end of it. Getting up to the grand door, instead of opening the door which was more than five times her height, she merely made it fly with but a punch. This isn't something abnormally powerful, no. But it was the hope of the universe. It was the answer to all living things that cried out for peace. It was the protector of the innocent. It was the light in the darkness. It was truth. Or perhaps it was an Arcosian who was tired of Zucceta and her political nihilistic ignorance and oppression. Perhaps it was a Ruler taking the position of a soldier for the greater good. Looking outside, she saw chaos. Absolute chaos. This could not stand. Order, order was needed! The Empress was to bring order. That is the point of a Monarch: to bring order and to rule the unruly. If not her, who else would be there to rule over the people, and with what consequences? With a flash of a strong purple aura and the emanation of energy, Wyntre continued to walk forwards, both in a physical sense and in the transformation-oriented way. Her general frame expanded once more, although the difference in between the Suppressed and Brute Forms was far greater than that of Brute and Monster, only barely-noticeably increasing in size. What was far noticeable, however, besides the Power Level increase of around four hundred and thirty thousand, was the elongated cranial structure atop Wyntre’s head and her natural shoulder-pads changing form. Wyntre did not normally go into the Brute Form. She thought it was cruel, she thought it was ugly. She thought, with substantial evidence, that it enlarged the Id of the Freudian psyche. Besides: the Brute form was capable of a power almost the same without as much stress on the body. Yes, she hated the form. Yes, it was ugly... but at a time like this, vanities are not needed, nor desired. A sure sign that things are serious is when Wyntre uses the Monster Form. It could be considered strange by those who do not understand: the Arcosian Suppression System. How could it gradually becomes more monstrous in appearance with every iteration, but then follow with the ‘fourth’ form being arguably more ‘human’ than the first? These questions would prompt one to try to find out, which they soon would. Now, it was time, she decided, to end the whole catharsis-inducing situation. With a burst of power and a shout at the top of her lungs, her once-mediocre aura flared up in color, the hue itself changing to a ‘deeper’ purple that would take too long to fully explain. It was time to drop the suppressions. It was time to activate her True Power. With a burst of power, somewhat greater than the previous one, Wyntre was encompassed in her aura. This was until it simply stopped and flashed out: no visible signs of power were to be seen unless you had a scouter, could ki sense or were on the receiving end of an attack. This lack of aura allowed one to see Wyntre and her True Power, once and for all. Her skin was a white as white as snow and her biogems were a natural violet, but details such as this mattered very little. Wyntre, in a quick decision, decided to focus on Zucceta and let her guards fight off the invaders. If things got serious, she could always protect the people… but perhaps she was wrong with this thought. To initiate this quick decision, she flew up to the same level to that of Zucceta, getting within hearing range. ”Lady Death, Queen of the Saiyans. I assume I cannot dissuade you from your path, so I will not try. You have started your attack on planet Arcose, I will finish it...”
[KP3/3] [True Transformation]
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jul 19, 2015 1:02:24 GMT
((Thread PL: 18,660))
"You should see the view from here. This planet is on its final breath and it's time to secure the kill. Nothing will stop the Queen's army and we're here to make sure of that. Tonight, the Red Eclipse looms over Arcose and this world will be but of ashes." The Namekians communicator played this message as Xylo walked out of the lab. Equipped in his usual battle armor, the Namekian walked through the halls of the Golden Fox quickly, trying his best to meet up with his children before they officially began the assault.
"I thought I would have had more time to train...no matter, I'm sure it won't be a problem."
He arrived in a small room near the lab that housed a small brigade of Demon Clan Warriors. He gave slight smirk to his eldest son Guit before addressing the team.
"My Children...it is so good to see that you are all already so very strong! With our assistance, the Saiyans will easily be able to overcome those foolish lizards!"
Xylo's small speech invited a cheer from the brigade. They were ready for this, they were literally made for this! The brigade stormed out of the room, heading for the airlock bay to meet up with Kouda. Guit followed closely behind his brethren, but before he left the room, Xylo placed a hand on his sons chest to stop him from leaving.
"Something wrong Father?" Guit asked.
"Out of all of my children, you have progressed the farthest. I entrust you to lead them in this assault."
"But...where will you be Father?"
"I'll be near Kouda at all times. I won't have time to lead while I defend him."
Guit gave a nod of understanding and walked out of the room, heading towards the Airlock to meet with his brigade. Xylo followed closely behind, meeting with Kouda in the Airlock near the same time Guit did.
Xylo stood near Kouda and gave a simple nod to the Ee as the Airlock slowly opened up. The entire army of the Red Eclipse seemed to be here as Kouda slowly dived out of the airlock, with the rest of the army following suit.
Xylo jumped along with his Namekian brethren, but seemingly out of nowhere, something tackled Xylo out of the sky!
The white blur shot through the air and slammed Xylo into a nearby building, separating him from Kouda and the rest of the squad entirely. Xylo and the white creature landed inside the building painfully.
"Damn. I was aiming for that Kouda fellow, but I guess you'll have to do."
The Namekian groaned in pain as he stood up and looked over at his attacker. It was an Arcosian, seemingly in his Brute Form. Xylo chuckled at the Arcosian and got into a battle stance.
"Heh, I didn't think I'd get the chance to fight an Arcosian one on one again. Let's get this started!"
The Arcosian scoffed and got into his own battle stance. "Fool. You'll die like a dog for trying to oppose the Arcosian Empire!"
There was a brief pause as the two warriors stared each other down. Xylo was the first to break the silence as he rushed towards his foe.
He attempted to slam his elbow into the Arcosians chest, but his attack was blocked. The Arcosian took a step back and spun around, using his tail as a weapon against Xylo. Having fought an Arcosian before, Xylo knew they were fond of using their tails as weapons. He hopped over it, and from above he attempted to kick the Arcosian in the head.
His attack was a success this time! The Arcosian was too surprised by Xylo's dexterity to be able to dodge in time. His brutish form was launched back out of the building, causing Xylo to smirk.
In almost no time, The Arcosian shot back upwards, this time in his Monster Form. He cackled evilly as he rushed towards Xylo...
[KP: 3/3] (TL;DR: Landed on Arcose. Separated from the Red Eclipse. Engaged in combat with NPC Arcosian))
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 19, 2015 22:12:27 GMT
Walk into the jaws of hell (sit down, stand up)
The queen's scouter blips once; a high power level, encroaching on one million, half a mile away, as the bright, powerful moon-ball pulses in the sky. The city erupts into the howls of the Oozaru, a chorus of pack brutality, a roaring gallery of horror now more than capable of matching the Arcosian Empire troops. That was, after all, one of the reasons why Wyntre's so-called 'ancestor' had chosen to destroy her race, two millenia prior; even the low-level saiyan troops could match and best most other armies in their Oozaru forms, a form that a tactical power ball could now initiate at will.
If Zucceta had known of her planet's destruction at the hands of Frieza, she would have militantly justified this assault. Such horror towards her own people was only avoidable if she struck first.
But she didn't.
She just hated her.
The blip on Zucceta's scouter was repeated, this time at an even greater level. Zucceta wore the device merely for communication purposes; she could now sense energy faster than her mechanism picked up on the increasing power output. Still, for one who not too long ago could only reach this level of power through the ape form, the queen of all saiyans was unimpressed. She folds her arms together, as she glances around the battlefield. She saw her party going to war, revelling in the bloodshed. She could feel her Red Eclipse allies nearby, too, taking part in the assault. She hadn't asked them to join her, but it mattered not; the victory would be attributed primarily to Zucceta, Lady Death; not the saiyan solar empire or its allies.
Smoke from the desolating city slowly rises into the air. The wails of citizenry were growing steadily quieter, as the roars of the Oozaru were growing more prominent. That, of course, only meant one thing for the people of the planet.
I don't think I need to spell it out to you.
Zucceta can feel her 'student', Hitora, engaging an Arcosian of a similar power level. In truth, she hadn't the time nor enjoy needed to discipline the unruly saiyan; she had learned how to fight in the heat of real combat, and so she had decided the best course of training would be to replicate the experience for him.
To her right, a quarter mile away, a great sky-scraper cracks and collapses, dust and smoke billowing out into the rapidly darkening sky.
Her scouter blips one final time, giving the final reading of almost one and a half million power level. She was very close, now; there, there she was, flying up with a righteous anger 'pon her face. It was a look that brought Zucceta to a smile.
The Empress had taken her true form, the form that the Arcosians were allegedly born in. It was a form that had tremendous natural potential, or so she had heard. The true form Arcosians were the only ones giving her Oozaru much trouble, by the excited chatter through her scouter. She clicks the device, turning it off, before removing it from her eye and dropping the device, despite being almost a kilometer high.
A part of Zucceta pitied Wyntre. She had tried to forge a successful empire to her own ideals, weak as they were, and had, to a part and up to this point, succeeded.
But it was only a small part of Zucceta that felt pity.
A patter of rain begins to fall on the collapsing city.The water trickles from Zucceta's body, dripping from her nose, chin and armour, her coal hair dampening in the war-churned storm. "Your ruination is why I came, Empress."
Just like the Empress had moved through a progression of forms to increase her power to her maximum, so Zucceta had a couple of transformations she could access.
The first was one the Empress had seen her in the most, more so than ever her base form; the formidable Oozaru form, that was wreaking havoc in the streets below, great blasts of pure energy erupting from bestial lips, carving through soldiers, citizenry and habitation alike. Although most of her troops were 'unmastered', they had the advantage of pack mentality, one of the requirements to be deployed as an Oozaru; though only a few saiyans failed this requirement, such as those with the Hiruen genetic defect. Those elites with a degree of mastery, if not complete vocal or mental control, lead each command squad and controlled their direction as efficiently as possible. If Wyntre did not best Zucceta, the city would be rubble within the hour.
The second transformation, however, was one that the Kold descendant did not even know Zucceta had. It had only been obtained recently, and Zucceta had already mastered all of its nuances.
The queen unfurls her arms from their folded position, her clear aura blazing up around her, her lip rising into a snarl. "By the end, you will know to fear the saiyans, and so will the rest of the galaxy!"
The storm had picked up; a bolt of lightning crashes behind the queen, followed almost instantly by a deafening roar of thunder. The queen's muscles bulge, ever so slightly, her snarl pulling back into a hideous grimace of rage. Her hair instantly spikes into deep, black mountains.
"HAA!" The queen shouts, and in a huge surge of ki her hair explodes into a regal gold, as did her tail. Her dark eyes flow into a beautiful teal, but that beauty had a viciousness to it. Her aura evaporates any spots of rain from her skin instantly, the queen steaming from her own intensity. "Ally to none..."
...Nightmare to you.
[KP 3/3 PL (M.SSj): 2,822,820 I'd ask that spectators/non-PC combatants, step out of the DE order (you'd be put in the order if you entered combat with a PC, such as interfering with Zucc/Wyntre or Hitora/Taiga), and if possible Hitora/Taiga take their duel to a separate, related, thread.]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2015 22:47:27 GMT
He agreed silently with a nod sticking close to Mayze as they moved forward upon the capital and palace. The battle raging and the incursion appearing so far a success in the making. A true star mark in the history books for well placed timing and attack. The surrounding areas were filled with carnage and death as well as blood painting the streets of Arcose. Explosions and destruction as death filled the air in a sonata of war and chaos. The saiyans the conductors that turned carnage into an art form. Bursting fourth out soon there after however was the queen herself. The grand empress of the Arcosians! Standing at the ready to face a saiyan invasion. Seemingly ready in a form he had not seen before. It sent shivers down his synthetic spine as Icarus scanned this creature... Look at its bones its organs its very core capturing the scene in still shots and recordings. A little taken back by the whole scene in truth. "So this is her... This is Wyntre..." It'd say finally seeing the empress, Author, Arcosian, enemy of the empire. It was to put it lightly breathtaking that had him looking upon her in true awe for a few moments. Time moving slowly almost as she made her beastly way to the scene.
But shortly after even the queen in her benevolent beauty engaged in a change as well a super saiyan but her power alone was enough to keep the chills echoing throughout his body. His scanners were going haywire in his head just trying to keep up. He'd bite his lip looking upon her as well thoughts racing in his mind that were of great interest. A gasp and heavy breath being exhaled from this. Icarus in a moment of panic threw his hand to the sky as his first twisted mechanically fingers contorting and extending an shortly after beginning to spin taking on the form of a helicopter and lifting him as he reached tot eh air with his hand. Flying upwards saving energy from his rocket boots rather by using this function to use lift rather then fuel. His drones had been pulling dna from the scenes but quickly came close to this scene to start capturing multiply angles of this horrifying sight. Icarus took his feet hand and reached into his coat as he hovered in the air hand with spinning blades above his head keeping him in flight. Pulling out the blaster into his hand the pistol held tightly. This was a war and he was on the SSE side. Of all places to find himself... He was a loyal man in the days long before. Given his connections he wanted it known fully he was in fact loyal here as well. He still wondered in peoples doubts on him... Or of his past and what he was.
He'd bite into his lip as the intensity of the moment was turning crazy. Aiming downward he'd try narrowing his sights perhaps this empress was to preoccupied with the storming raging power of the super saiyan to pay him much mind as he narrowed his sights from the skies. The coat he was wearing was dropped its weight was too much to to aim properly or be able to move as freely in flight. It did not spin to the ground or lightly waver like one may expect of the little doctors coat but fell like a bag of bricks smashing into the ground. The weighted thing showing the little droid body constantly testing its limits an trying to empower himself as well to keep up with his saiyan...brethren. He needed his aim on cue and his flight agile as it could get. Down the barrel of the blaster as he drew in a silent breath. A charge using the pistol as a conduit for his internal ki engines when the blast shot out. Aiming for this Wyntre's temple in the distance. Icarus's internal programming helping assist with aiming to ensure it was at least on the right target. But whether to not it'd be able to hit was another story.
He wasn't sure if he'd regret this or not but at least none could or would be able to say he spent this moment of history hiding behind friendly lines picking up the pieces. Eyes black as coal still looking down watching as the blaster shot ripped through the skies. Gulping in the hopes it'd hit its mark on cue. The gun still pointed at her so likely if her eyes did avert to him at any time it'd be clear just who fired it. "Well... Can't keep out of the show forever I suppose." He'd say as this was about to get interesting. He'd say the way he was holding the pistol a sign he was ready and willing to fire again.
[Heavy weights removed - Digit Blast [UP2]: 66% 42,225 @ Wyntre's temple - 2/3 KP used 1/3 KP left]
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Post by Taiga on Jul 20, 2015 0:42:50 GMT
Taiga rockets across the sky, heading straight for the palace. Below, images of the devastation blurred by his vision, fueling the Acrosian's blood lust. Space pods continue to rain down through the clouds like meteorites; tempting the young warrior to blast the ships. But he relents, and continues on his path. There is no time to waste; he had to find the Queen. He had to protect the future of Arcose!
But as Taiga flew, something suddenly appeared before him; a Saiyan! Cocky and smirking, the Saiyan reveals his ghoulish intentions. Taiga watches the Saiyan drop through the air and land atop the rubble, still spouting his confidence into the winds. This hapless behavior makes Taiga's eyes narrow, and he grits his teeth. His hands clench into fists, and his growing, barely contained rage causes his body to shiver.
"A Saiyan, call ME an animal!?" Taiga growls furiously under his breath. He calls to the Saiyan angrily. "You want to face me, Monkey?! Fine then! Prepare to face the wrath of Taiga!"
Taiga's body seemingly explodes with a crimson-purple aura. Confidently, Taiga suddenly flies away! If the Saiyan should follow him, Taiga would lead to an open location from which they could battle unrestrained and uninterrupted.
Thread PL 39,390 (True Form) KP 1/3 Targeted by Hitora for 1v1 - Accepted Moving fight to new thread in Population Center named - The Fall of Arcose: Hitora vs Taiga!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2015 1:36:14 GMT
Hitora smirked, the coward had no honor he chose to fly away to try and weaken Hitora like that. It was no matter, Hitora’s base form was more than a match for him, if not he’d be more than able to transform thanks to the power ball in the sky. Hitora then let his inky black aura kick up around him, a black fire that danced as if it had a mind all its own. Hitora then rocketed out of the area, leaving a short trail behind him in the sky that was purely black inkiness. Hitora wasn’t going to waste a second of his time with this fight if possible. This weakling, he couldn’t be bothered to fight where we had met, instead he has to run like the coward that he is! I WILL BRING VICTORY TO MYSELF AND FOR MYSELF! Hitora then checked the small pouch on his pants between his armor and his pants to make sure that his two senzu beans were still there. It was then that he felt several familiar power levels, the Red Eclipse had arrived. He’d heard rumors that they would be joining the battle but was unsure if they were true or false. He smirked, with them here the outcome of this fight was a fore gone conclusion. This was going to be a complete victory for the Saiyan’s and their Allies.
Following Taiga to here
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 21, 2015 10:11:23 GMT
[145,707PL] "As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love." -John Donne, Forbidding Mourning . "Your ruination is why I came, Empress."Those words echoed through the mind and ears of Wyntre like a gong being hit with a battering ram. Surely these words would have an imprint on the Empress, even through death and whatever lies there. Surely she had something to imprint back. "By the end, you will know to fear the saiyans, and so will the rest of the galaxy!"Wyntre then did something she did not expect to do, but she simply could not help it. She chuckled slightly. Not like a little girl would, nor like an elderly man could. No, she chuckled like an Empress should. The saiyans are not something to be feared. Yes, perhaps saiyans are usually fearsome, brutish creatures that would prove dangerous, but saiyans, and I repeat, should not be feared. The saiyans are a species of naturally-tailed anthropomorphic human-like animals with an appetite (for both destruction and nourishment) the size of the laniakea supercluster. The saiyans are a dangerous species that do hold a major threat to universal peace, but the SSE is a threat far greater. But perhaps this is wrong. Perhaps the saiyans are to be feared due to the imminent threat most of them posed collectively. This was when Wyntre realized something she almost wished she hadn’t. She was probably going to die. She was probably going to cease to function, to be the container of a lack of life! Judging from the Power Levels present, the ones which she only just realized where so high, her chances were looking less obese and more verge-of-starvation. Ahh drat. What were these odds against these numbers? 1.45m vs 2.82m! The Power Level of Zucceta almost doubled hers! Perhaps Wyntre was wrong about trying to change an Empire that had been birthed from schadenfreude and destruction. Perhaps she should have just stayed a Princess with little interest for the throne, enjoying the luxuries that had been supplied for her. She had as little responsibility someone that had no responsibility; you should take my word for it when I tell you when that’s not much responsibility at all. Yes, perhaps she should have stayed on earth, perhaps she should have trained. Perhaps she should have made greater ties with the planet’s defenders and protected it from all who dare threaten. But no. Wyntre tried what she thought was best for the Arcosian Empire, and in this process she did what probably was the best for the Arcosian Empire, so that was a success. Was it mentioned? How Zucceta seemingly went Super Saiyan? Empress Wyntre knew more about the transformation than its wielder might have expected. Aside from the silly stories and futile fables, the Arcosian had both known Daiki, a Super Saiyan (who didn’t have the urge to murder every Arcosian in sight) who had displayed this power in front of the Empress. Besides that, Vi-Poi, when he had went to Arcose when Wyntre had invited him to the Royal Arcosian Ball, had mentioned that he expected hundreds if not thousands of Super Saiyans to emerge because of universal ki fluctuations caused by a ‘ki maxima’ of the system. Administrator Azure also happened to mention that he could take on three or four of them at any one time. Surely, by now, his power level had increased further. Yes, Wyntre was at first shocked by the transformation, but this was not unexpected of Zucceta. Many fools before the Queen had ‘transcended’ with far less goalless dedication. That is when a ki blast was shot at Wyntre, although it did not come from Zucceta. No, by the looks of it, it seemed to have come from somewhere else entirely. Glancing in the general direction, she seemed to have seen another being who she assumed to be another saiyan. To avoid this attack at her temple, she simply gathered some energy in her hands and shot a purple ki blast into it, gathering enough energy to cancel out the attack by barely exerting herself. [42,245PL cancelled out by 48,083PL, there could be a blast coming your way with around 6k if you want to flavor it that way, I don’t mind] ”For your sake, don’t do that again,” she started, her voice directed at who she didn’t know was an android, before her entire body turned to face Zucceta yet again. ”If it is a fight you want, this is no place to have one. I know a place not quite inhabited, but not ‘cold’. It would make for a far greater place to battle. What say you?” she finished, not directly attacking Zucceta. ((Hey, what do you mean 'that poem barely fits the theme of the thread'? Use your imagination!))
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 21, 2015 14:16:20 GMT
Zucceta has time to hear the blast ring out, before twisting slightly to view her Tuffle accomplice. Her lip rises into an annoyed snarl, as Wyntre cancels the blast with one of her own. "Icarus! This is my battle to fight! You'd just get in the way, with your power!" Her snarl twists into a vicious smirk, before turning back to her 'quarry', the Empress of all Arcosians.
Still, what really brought the fury to Lady Death was Wyntre's asinine little chuckle. "Something amusing you? Or perhaps this is the stage of denial?" She laughs herself. "Insulate yourself from the facts all you want, it'll make your death no less swift!"
Zucceta glances around at her own chosen arena, the quickly devastating city. "I'd rather face you here, in the ruins of your people, so that the last things you see are all due your inability to protect, to lead."
Her golden aura bursts up around her muscular silhouette, thunder crashing in the sky above the darkening city, as her energy begins to build towards an attack.
[Ki Charge SU2 - 66% Charge]
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