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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 20:32:05 GMT
A grunt left his lips as he felt a little like his attempt had the opposite effect he had intended for. A blast roaring for him that he blocked with his forearms stopping the finger blades just long enough for him to fall but also be thrown back by the energy ball. His forearms burned lightly from the energy some for the synthetic flesh burned away. False purple blood staining his arms as he grunted out in pain as well his sensors that imitated pain were flaring off harshly at this moment. His arm had been lightly injured so in replacement for flight his boots ignited in hot flame as the rocket boots were used now to keep him in flight. Rubbing his forearms. Holstering his pistol a few moments there after. A look in his face of sour expression and light agitation. He'd lower himself slowly down to the ground hovering quietly near one of the hub buildings that could link him to the Arcose Data base soon when time was allowed. He didn't like being off to the side lines but he would obey.
Icarus would lightly brush at his arms the synthetics would self repair with time so he was in no immediate danger. Keeping him self now at the line but a bit away from the danger of the remaining soldiers on the enemy front. He would at least capture this battle these two would soon have in recording. For data and for history. His eyes the view that many down the line would see through. The battle of empires an a deciding factor that would most likely shape great things in the history to come. Feeling a little low himself for not being able to rise to some aid he felt. It was a rather tough sensation to desire to help but lack the power to do such things when in the most dire need. He would hope that at least when the fire of war had settled perhaps his medical skill would save lives.
Samples needed gathering as well.... If this empress fell she would find herself among them if anything remained. Arcosian biology was going to be taken into study as well for various other reasons. This planets capabilities of their home world. Once the palace was theirs an her files available their defenses and tactics as well. All data and technology would be infused with the SSE's and be used as a growth of power and status only bettering them. Ensuring the only true loss would be to the Arcosians. Icarus at this point also let his scanners turn on their normal setting. Even if it ached his head greatly to keep track of such massive powers he wanted to not risk gathering improper data. It was like a freight train was rushing through his head but he managed to keep a grin on his face although slightly pained in expression. Feeling a light hesitance but he still continued.
He still had the Tuffle medical gel in his inner coat pocket as well. If his queen perhaps was in danger he would be able to lend her a... momentary aid. Feeling a sigh leave him as he thought on it. But for now it was time to merely play the observer yet again. A little droll but it seemed it was his place and he hadn't the power to argue it really.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jul 21, 2015 23:24:24 GMT
...multiple crashes and smashes could be heard as the Namekian known as Xylo was launched upwards through the building he was in. The Arcosian he was battling had turned into his Monster Form, giving him a slight edge in speed and strength. Xylo crashed through the ceiling of the building, careening through the air above the battleground as he tried to regain his composure. A burst of translucent kiai helped stopped the Namekians ascent. He looked down with contempt at the Monster Arcosian, who was laughing madly as he ascended to meet the Namekian at eye level. "And here I thought this would be a challenge! A shame that you're nothing but a weakling."Xylo didn't respond vocally. Instead, he spit a hearty amount of purple blood out of his mouth, and then smirked. He wouldn't give the Arcosian the satisfaction of a reply, not yet anyways. He was at a disadvantage now, that much was obvious. This certainly wasn't the first time Xylo had ever been weaker than his opponent however. He'd just need to figure out some way to out think his opponent to attain victory. "There's always the chance that he's never seen a Namekian battle before, if that's the case I can easily get some hits in with my natural stretching ability." His plan was set, he just needed to figure out how to enact it. He could always go for a feint, but it might not work if this Arcosian is well versed in combat. There was no reason not to try he supposed, so he went for it. Xylo shot forwards, his body becoming covered by his indigo aura. He aimed his foot slightly above the Arcosians head, and as he had hoped, The Arcosian simply ducked his attack. The Monster laughed once again at Xylo's seemingly feeble attempt. He wasted no time in extending his arm upwards, aiming his fist for the Arcosians face. "Hahah! Is that all you've go--EARGH!" The Arcosians taunt was interrupted by Xylo's extended fist connecting with his face. His monstrous form was launched through the air, and Xylo followed closely behind. As the Arcosian careened through the air, Xylo peppered jabs into him. Grunts of pain and annoyance escaped the Arcosians lips as he found himself unable to defend. Xylo finished off his attack combination by locking his fists together and slamming them into the Arcosians face, sending him plummeting towards the ruined city. This was his chance to get a major blow in! Xylo gripped his left forearm with his right hand, and began charging up his signature attack. A yellow orb with purple accents began charging in his left Palm. He charged as much energy as he could into it, and hoped it would be enough to deal with the Arcosian. "Go to Hell!" Xylo yelled angrily as he shot out his blast. The orb turned into a beam of yellow and purple as it rocketed towards the plummeting Arcosian. The Arcosian was barely able to notice the attack coming his way. He let out a furious, pain filled yell as the wave of energy washed over him. It exploded in a brilliant display of smokey death as both the beam and the Arcosian smashed into the ground far below. Xylo gave a smirk of satisfaction. He couldn't sense the Arcosian anymore, which meant he was either unconscious or dead. He tapped his communicator and spoke into it. "Kouda, this is Xylo. I've been separated from the Eclipse, but I just dealt with an Arcosian. I'll rendevue with you--" he stopped mid-sentence as a massive eruption of power could be sensed. It felt similar to the Queen, but she was leagues stronger than usual. He was intrigued. Xylo had heard of the legend of the Super Saiyan from his travels through the Galaxy, but he never thought he would ever get to see one. Perhaps the Queen had found a way to unlock this power? The Namekian tapped his communicator once more "...on second thought, I'm going to rendevue with Queen Zuccetta. If you need assistance contact me, but I wanna see how her battle plays out." A cocky smirk crept up his face as he began flying towards the palace. ((TL;DR. Killed NPC Arcosian, Contacted Doctor Kouda on the Communicator, Heading to Zuccetta's current location. Xylo will arrive next post, but he won't be in the post order just yet))
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jul 22, 2015 18:03:26 GMT
Luffa grinned evilly, his fangs already elongating as the moonball burst into the sky, the strobing Blutz waves casting the Arcosian capital in an eerie light. The Brute in front of him frowned up at the ball, looking a little confused. “Never seen that before? But I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” Luffa growled, his voice growing much lower than usual. His tight little muscles were expanding and bulking heavily, his fair skin darkened with thick and coarse hair which fanned from the sides of his face down to his shins. “Heh heh heh. It’s the moonball. You’re dead.” His pupils disappeared, his eyes shot with a strange white glow.
Luffa began to grow, his emerald aegis and battle suit expanding to keep up with the rapid inflation of his body. The building behind him began to crumble to pieces as he grew fivefold in height, quickly looming over the massive Brute before dwarfing him still, casting a bristling shadow across the capital. The boy’s face grew narrow, a heavy and monkey-like snout protruding from his visage, his white eyes flashing a deep red. His golden cape fell away, leaving an audible thump on the wreckage it collided with. “I didn’t eat breakfast, but you’ll make a good late lunch!” Luffa bellowed, grinning around rows of immense sharp teeth.
He had assumed the full Great Ape form, and a look of grave concern had crossed the Brute’s face as he stood against the hulking behemoth. Luffa raised his huge foot and slammed it down, smashing the hesitating Arcosian Brute under his boot. “Crunch! Bwahahaha!” He laughed, shoving his booted foot into the ground hard enough to form a crater and dig into the Earth. He could feel bone-armor cracking. With a reaching hand he took a long spire from a nearby building and snapped it off, twisting it about and shoving the spire like a downward-thrusting sword, replacing the stomp of his foot with the push of the spire’s tip. He twisted the building in a deathblow, leaving it upended in the broken earth before turning up to his Super Saiyan Queen.
Zucceta was facing off against the legendary Wyntre Kold, Empress of Arcose, who had entered a form of radiant white, her bio-gems glowing a primordial purple. It must have been her True Form! Luffa’s hackles rose.
“My Queen! What will you have of me next? Shall I go step on her Palace?” He asked, laughing at the thought.
(Oozaru state entered, PL now x10)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 23, 2015 9:16:41 GMT
More than any other thing, Zucceta sure knew how to tick people off.
The possibility of death was very high, at least for the Empress and those who followed her. Yes, there was a good chance Wyntre won't see another day of life. Perhaps she would transcend to the After Life that the Empress wasn't sure actually existed. Perhaps. Yes, perhaps she was going to die this day. Perhaps she could flee, as cowardly as it is. Perhaps.
"Not quite. See, out of the many many things I know that you do not, I know something you might want to know. So, as I am one to enlighten, I will spill my secrets: while I may be one to die this day, I will not end there as I am to make the universe many shades greater. A friend of mine, the Majin known as Zexama, has informed me of an extra dimension to life, one beyond life. Before I get rewarded for my actions, I'll be sure to drop by Orache and show him how disappointing you have become. The fact is, despite how much you hypocritically hide it, or perhaps you don't even know this yourself, you may as well kill yourself now and spare everyone else the effort. Yes, perhaps I will die, but I will not die giving into the entropy that you are. But, for now, I will give you what you desire: a fight."
Meanwhile, due to a few well-directed eye movements, a new message was to be sent to, again, the three she currently relied on the most: Administrator Azure, Princess Zexama and Aksor of the Thousand-Tails. This message was a continuation of the past one and read simply as this: 'very quickly. Come VERY quickly please'. Of course, none of them could travel through that much space in such a short time, but perhaps her killer would be killed.
Wyntre looked around and saw only death. Death, the only thing the SSE seems to be good for. Zucceta would pay for everything she had done. Charging as much energy as she could, she formulated this energy into one of the techniques she is known for, coming equal with only one other in power. The Full-Power Death Beam. At the moment, only red ki could be seen dancing around her fingers.
What was this feeling she had, deep within her heart? Was it fear? No, it was not fear, but it was close. She was losing her 'cool', and quickly. Zucceta was going to pay for this.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 24, 2015 21:03:29 GMT
(Are you charging a Death Beam or something else (and at what tier?) Not really obvious.) Zucceta pinches the bridge of her nose as the empress rambles on about some theistic bullshit, before yawning loudly and truly. "Half the reason I'm here to end your life is because you don't know when to stop talking!" If you keep talking, maybe I will kill myself.
The saiyan queen sighs. "Fuck it, I'm bored now." She glances to the rampaging Luffa. "Stomp it to the ground, princeling."
All of her energy surges to her right hand, as a white light pulses with near-blinding intensity. She chuckles.
"Pale Grenade."
The potent ki blast lurches from her fingers, erupting across the sky towards the empress, screeching with violent intent and the speed of a jet.
[UP2 Pale Grenade utilised: 122% PL - 3,443,840 of Big Bang-esque violence KP 1/3]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 26, 2015 8:18:18 GMT
((Sorry, should have specified. Wyntre has only one tech called the 'Full-Power Death Beam', it is a MP3.)) Zucceta, the meddling grimalkin, dare yawn at an event such as this? Earlier, during the previous encounter of the two, Wyntre had thought about (semi-hypothetically) how the Saiyan queen had no respect for history that had not been made as of yet. A yawn (this yawn, that is) would be both a prime example and piece of evidence solidifying this claim. That 'princeling' fellow was very annoying. Was it annoying? Was it only as such? No, he was despicable, just like all else who had joined in on the invasion of Arcose... destroyers of good, the lot of them. "I know when to stop talking, believe me. I will not stop talking until there is no one else to bequeath my knowledge unto. However, concerning our battle..." Pale Grenade. Wyntre wasn't sure she's heard of that one before. Meanwhile, that fickle red sparks on her hand gathered into her finger and concentrated into an area ridiculously small as the energy was ready to be shot out in Full-Power Death Beam fashion... With a sudden movement of hands, intense amounts of red power burst out, heading directly into Zucceta's 'Pale Grenade'... she only hoped it was enough. "Full-Power Death Beam!" The beam itself had a diameter at least five times greater than of a Death Beam's, its radius easily allowing for a gaping hole in someone's stomach. ((2,884,980PL VS 3,443,840PL. I'm not certain on how energy struggles work, I'll leave it up to Zucc.)) [KP0/3]
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 26, 2015 23:20:40 GMT
The queen's energy ball collides with the empress's Full-Power Death Beam; the air shakes with impact, but the Pale Grenade surges against the crimson tide of Wyntre's energy. The Death Beam would soften the blow of her attack, but by no means nullify it, and near-six-hundred thousand units of hostile, explosive energy was nothing to sneeze at.
[558860]
Still. It could do with a little extra push.
The queen drags her right hand behind her, before her own crimson ki begins to crackle at her fingertips. She inhales, the fresh stench of fire crackling in her nostrils, before, with a calm smile, she would mutter a single word.
"Warhead!"
She throws her hand forward, and the red beam rushes forwards, colliding with the back of her Pale Grenade and forcing the blast along. The 'grimalkin' chuckles.
[KP: 0/3 Warhead: 940940 + Pale Grenade: 558860 1,499,800 PL headin yo way]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 28, 2015 8:25:28 GMT
((I'm going to say that Wyntre dies if she reaches 200% of her True Power in damage. With the current damage done, she is already at around 96%. Is this fair?))
Oh, no... Curse Zucceta! Curse Zucceta and her wicked cruelty!
Her Full-Power Death Beam was not winning, this much was apparent. The Saiyan 'Queen' had used the 'Pale Grenade', but this alone did not make the Empress so rightfully distressed. Must she add onto the suffering further so?
The power Zucceta held was great, yes, but by no means was Zucceta the most powerful being Wyntre had ever encountered. Not including the obvious Administrator Azure, the apparent legends of the spirits of old and Ferozt, there was also one last being far more powerful than Zucceta could ever even hope to overcome: Good. Surely, if the Saiyan Queen had stopped meaninglessly training and actually focused on making her Empire great through methods other than mindless slaughter (which does not, in fact, make an Empire great at all), perhaps it would actually be getting somewhere. I speak not of power, however.
With a sudden burst and loss of muscle control from stress, the extreme powers pushed against the crimson justice. Faster than many lower-powered beings could comprehend, Wyntre was propelled past as the ki burnt her skin. With bruises covering a lot of her body, Wyntre was to persist, completely ignoring the extreme pain she was pretending wasn't there... Kami knows how long she can keep it out.
"You know not what you do! You'll pay for the death you have caused, Filth-Monger!"
It seemed Zucceta had caused Wyntre to make insults she would normally never dream of using. If she was in her right mind, she would have reconciled on this, perhaps even putting herself in the naughty corner. But she was not in her right mind. Zucceta had dared invade Arcose? With a burst of desperate rage, she struggled to keep her cool... whatever happened to Zucceta, let it be known she probably deserved far worse. Flying forwards, she tried to punch Zucceta's lower gut, moving behind her in the process, even if the attack itself failed.
[96%. KP1/3] [Standard attack, 476,022]
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jul 28, 2015 15:23:23 GMT
(Sure!) The saiyan empire seemed to be getting somewhere, despite Wyntre's incessant internal narrative. It was, apparently, the stronger of the two empires, because Wyntre hypocritically rejected her empire's own brutal history of conquest, the value of planets, the commodity of genocide. Zucceta embraced it. Every child hates its parents, though, and the saiyan solar empire was truly born from the Planet Trade Organisation.
Or, rather, the Arcosian Empire.
Zucceta knew she wasn't the most powerful being in the universe; she also knew that her empire united would be more than enough to take on those such as Virtual Poi, or Reikiko. It would be a struggle, to be sure, but her forces united could best any of these threats. It stung her pride a little, but she could bear with it.
The Pale Grenade erupts against Wyntre's bio-organic armour, a mushroom cloud of fire erupting from the devastating blast. The beam would churn through it, striking and enveloping the arcosian leader, as a blast of lightning crashes a mile to the south of the two individuals. The dust clears, and the bruised, scorched empress stands huffing. The saiyan queen folds her arms, lips pursed. Of course; the Arcosians were a hardy lot, and their leader should be the hardiest of them all.
A smile blossoms on the saiyan's lips at the arcosian's insult. Finally, some reality to her dialogue! "Doesn't it feel good on your tongue, empress? The fricative sounds of the curse?"
She chuckles a little. "I know exactly what I do. With the fall of its leader and its base of operations, the remaining Arcosian worlds will be easy pickings with the strength of my empire, for what loyalty do your people truly owe a dead Kold?"
Then, the Arcosian surged forwards. Zucceta has time to raise an eyebrow, before she pumps up her left knee, blocking the impact. The air surges with an air pressure from the exchange of blows, and a building crashes down to her left, a sky-scraper whose shattered foundations could not take the force that the two fighters were generating.
"Temper, temper, Empress!" The saiyan queen mocks, her warm golden aura rushing up around her.
(KP 1/3)
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jul 29, 2015 0:50:22 GMT
Even from afar, the raw power the Queen and her Empress opponent were putting out began reaching amazing levels. It was astounding! How could anyone become so strong? Xylo pushed his speed to its limit, he couldn't afford to miss any of the action! This was a battle for the ages, and he had the chance to get a front-row seat! His indigo aura pulsed and flared around his tall green form as he continued shooting through the sky at top speeds.
As he flew by, death and destruction continued raging below. The invasion was going quite well, with almost every Saiyan in their Oozaru form. Occasionally, Xylo would sense life being snuffed out easily, while others were holding their own quite well. He could see why they waited so long to attack the Arcosians, for even at their supposed weakest they were holding the line as best with feverish determination. The Namekian got a bit distracted as he watched two Oozaru stomp out an entire brigade of Brenchian cavalry.
A sudden burst of energy from the Palace forced Xylo back to attention. It felt like the two titans had both just unleashed their most powerful attacks, but it was clear one of them had prevailed over the other. "Damn, did I miss it?!" he cursed mentally. Xylo could still sense both warriors were alive, so there was still a chance to catch the action!
The Mazoku Caste leader arrived on the scene, getting there just in time to see Zuccetta block an attack from Wyntre with amazing dexterity. The mere act of blocking an attack caused a major shock-wave of energy to blow through the area, forcing Xylo to shield his eyes for a moment. Xylo had never met the queen personally, but he knew that Saiyans definitely did not have golden hair like that. The only explanation was that she had unlocked the legendary transformation he had heard so much about, which must have meant she was amazingly strong even without the transformation active.
His attention was caught, if only briefly, by an Oozaru in seemingly regal armor. He was advancing towards the palace, cackling madly as he went. His intent seemed to be to crush the palace entirely. It didn't seem entirely productive, but at least it would cause further chaos, which would help the war effort in its own special way.
Xylo floated in the air, arms folded as he turned his attention back to the two queens, watching the fight with interest. "Looks like the fights only just begun, hopefully Wyntre will provide a challenge to the Queen..."
TL;DR Arrived at the Palace Spectating the Battle between the two leaders.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 9:27:17 GMT
Hitora flew in to the ruined city once more, at top speed. The young Saiyan was slightly tired from the prior fight with the lizard scumbag, he hadn’t even gotten his name oh well. Hitora looked around; the fight was ramping up something fierce between the two leaders of nations. Hitora knew better than to even attempt to enter the cluster that was their fight to the finish, he knew that his attempt to enter it would end in his head on a platter somewhere or his body just ceasing to be part of this world. No, Hitora knew the real reason he wouldn’t enter it, Zucceta would kill him for entering the one on one duel, they might have been conquerors but they still had honor to a degree and that honor meant a one on one fight was sacred to the Saiyans even if it meant their death in combat. Hitora landed on what remained of a blasted out building, wondering just what kind of techniques the two up there were busting out, the smirk on his face was huge. Then he remembered there were other lizards on this planet, he could still entertain himself with them!
Laughing, Hitora aimed his right hand at the building under his feet and let a large Ki Blast emanate from his hand. The building, and any unfortunate souls who happened to be in it at the time, was soon nothing but ash under his feet as he hovered in the air. The joy he felt at potentially killing many innocent Arcosians, god it felt nice to be conquering a planet once more. It was soon that Hitora’s Ki Sense began to almost tingle, a small group of base form Arcosian Warriors all appeared one after another. More weaklings here to join the fray, all of them combined might have made for a good challenge to the young Saiyan but his blood thirst was far too much now, no these foolish lizards would all die a painful death here and now, today would be the day that many Arcosian’s lost their lives the ones who were smart would be the ones who surrendered and begged for their lives, maybe they would get to live. But not this group of five Arcosian’s were just idiotic and were destined to die here even if later they saw the folly of their ways and tried to escape the Saiyan warrior.
“We are the F-Team! The strongest warriors from this region! WE HAVE COME TO STOP YOU MONSTERS FROM DESTROYING OUR HOME!” Said the one in the middle. Hitora didn’t really care to bother listening, he simply yawned and looked at them, as if to say “if you want to die, attack” and that was what sealed the deal. Reading his expression perfectly the one on the right charged Hitora, moving at full speed. The Arcosian attempted to punch Hitora but thankfully he simply spun around, lifting his right leg up high before suddenly dropping it down on the Arcosian’s head, crushing the back of his skull. The creature then slammed face first into the ground and his face was crushed into a fine paste, purple blood oozing from where a face once was. “I hope he wasn’t considered pretty by your standards because he sure as shit ain’t now, whose next?” Suddenly the remaining four were all charging him in various attack positions. Hitora caught a fist with his hand, a kick with his knee, dodged a strike to his head. They were whiffing horribly so far in this fight, but a lucky one with all his might managed to strike Hitora on the back, barely harming the warrior.
Hitora smirked as if to taunt them, he then slowly crushed the fist of the fighter who tried to punch him first, listening to his sounds of agony as the bones splintered inside his skin. As he did that the fighter who tried to kick him was sent flying by a kick from Hitora himself, the young Saiyan was superior to them that much was certain. Hitora then tossed the first Arcosian into the one who missed his head, sending both of them flying a dozen meters away. It was then that he turned his full attention to the one who had struck him with his tail. He was the first of the remaining to fall. Hitora looked at him, his eyes dead as can be, and suddenly struck out with his right hand, coated in Ki, not a real technique but just a simple thing to protect it a bit. His hand went right through the Arcosian like a hot knife through butter, destroying much of the creature’s vital organs in the process. Hitora then yanked his hand from within his chest and wiped the blood on the creatures’ stunned face.
Hitora smirked as the creature fell to its knees, its last bit of energy used to hold the front wound on its chest and to look down in disbelief. “Get out of my sight you whelp.” He then did a quick spin, snapping his leg out as he did and striking the Arcosian on the left side of its head. Sending the now all but lifeless body flying to some far off place to die if it didn’t die from the impact it would surely have. Hitora then turned his attention to the Arcosian with the broken hand, still crying in the wreckage of a building, cradling its ruined hand. Hitora slowly walked over to it, and grabbed the being by its neck and said simply “Your weakness sickens me, you don’t even deserve to fight to live. I’ll end you quickly so you aren’t an issue for me anymore.” Hitora then placed his left hand on the being’s face and obliterated it with a quick burst of Ki energy, killing the creature. Hitora then dropped the body and turned to the final two who arrived back on the scene just to see their second friend lose his head.
“Shame, it seems your friend lost his head, maybe cooler heads will prevail with you two, shall we find out?” When no response came immediately Hitora feigned hurt from the silence and continued his taunt “What? No comebacks about how you’re the strongest here? I’m hurt, I thought you would be more of a challenge than this! Please tell me you’ve been holding back this whole time!” Hitora made a slight clucking noise with his tongue and placed his hands on his hips then sighed. It was time to end this charade. Quickly moving Hitora would fly as fast as he could towards the Arcosian on the left, wrapping his brown tail around his neck and dragging him high into the air, then throwing him back down hard, firing several Ki Blasts all which hit home and killed him before he landed in front of the other one, dead. The last one, shaken and staring up at Hitora, tears in his eyes, let out a scream. A scream of pain, sorrow and disbelief all in one. Hitora smiled as the alien’s body glowed a bright pink and was replaced with a sleeker looking one; his Ki suddenly jumping up to a more suitable level for Hitora.
The two beings then charged one another, flying as fast as they could at each other. Hitora was the first to strike out, launching a quick combo of kicks that the Arcosian and his new speed was able to barely dodge, taking the occasional glancing blow. He however struck back at Hitora first with his tail which Hitora was able to catch in his hands. However a sudden flurry of punches to the abdomen caught Hitora off guard and would have sent him reeling back had he not had a tight grip on the Arcosian’s tail. Hitora then swung the bastard down towards the ground as hard as he could, following up with several Ki Blasts. The blasts were barely blocked as the Arcosian stopped his rapid and forced descent. However Hitora was nowhere to be seen after that and that terrified the Arcosian who lacked the ability to sense Ki like Hitora did. Hitora himself was now behind the being holding a now bright red ball of Ki in his hand. It wasn’t until the heat of the Ki itself was around him that the Arcosian realized what was happening and started to fly away from Hitora.
However Hitora was much faster than the Arcosian and was able to slam the spinning red ball into its back, rocketing it forwards with an acrid stench coming from the now burning flesh and smoke trailing it as it hit the ground hard. Hitora laughed as he watched its body bounce on the ground, then more as it struggled to stand up. Its spine was likely damaged in the attack, leaving this fight all but ended now. Hitora slowly walked up to the Arcosian who was gasping in pain. The stench of burnt Arcosian wasn’t the most pleasing smell in the world, but he’d definitely smelled worse in his life. Hitora smiled as he bent down and grabbed the bastard’s right arm, ripping it from his body and listening to its screams of pain and discomfort. Hitora then smiled and said “I haven’t done THIS in a while!” Hitora then began to smack the Arcosian with its own arm, using it as a club as he began to beat the being to death. Hitora continued to beat the creature with its own arm, ignoring his pleas for mercy and to let him live.
No, there would be no survivors on this day, Hitora already let one of these creatures escape him but he could only hope that one of the other Saiyan’s had dealt with that loose end already. No, this Arcosian would not be living today; he would meet a fate far worse than his friends. “You said you were the strongest in this region, today you learn that isn’t the case. However I shall also learn something today: what an Arcosian tastes like!” Hitora smiled a purely evil smile as the Arcosian screamed out in terror. He then silenced the creature by caving its skull in with its own arm. Hitora then set a small fire and began to cook the remains of the Arcosian atop the flame, his hunger evident now more than ever to the Saiyan. Hitora rubbed his hands together as he cooked the creature, excited to learn how these foolish things tasted. Today would be the day he would learn that tidbit of information and the idea alone made the Saiyan salivate. Hitora then pulled the arm he had used to beat the Arcosian off the makeshift grill and began to eat it like a piece of chicken, making sure to savor the flavor…
Re-entered thread PL - 39,270 Killed Five NPC Arcosian Cooked and ate one of them, results next post!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 22:52:48 GMT
Icarus had his drones moving about observing and watching the surrounding fights. Various warriors of the raiding party had been taken as points of interest. He even chose to add a few more of the little hovering droids to the skies filming each and every major encounter. To ensure all the history was preserved properly and not lost to being simply written as victory. The methods as well as ferocity of the saiyans and the arcosian forces would be noted and make observation of in later study. The fall of the Arcosian empire... Perhaps such data could become a book. A better study of saiyan biology as well as arcosians from the dead that would be recovered from the after math. He'd conduct a thorough search and dissection of various cadavers. Of course he wasn't as crude as some of the trusted Kouda's works. He would do his best to for the time to try and avoid using unwilling living subjects. Just didn't suit him to force on such delicate works on the bodies of living imprisoned souls and label them as test subjects. There had to be some form of consent for it to be a passable settlement.
The battle before him presently was of explossive proportions keeping perhaps a little to close as the very air was thick with the pressure of these warriors power. Each massive strike and wave of energy was enough to nearly send him flying back from just being close to the blow back of such attacks. He'd landed a while back and tried to find suitable debris to cling to to ensure his android limbs could latch onto to ensure pressure didn't in fact literally send him flying back. He'd attempt to for now locate as well the nearest terminal to his position as well as keep a close eye on this fight as well. Trying not to drift to far as he had to only find something with a link to the Arcosian Data base in some form. He'd adjust his heads view to watch the fight as he'd locate one of the terminals near a dead guard station. Both the fallen saiyan soldier present as well as the arcosian would likely become cadavers for later works.
Icarus pulled a cord from the back of his neck tethering a connection to the terminal and as his eyes fixated on the warriors through destroyed part of the building. He'd watch as if looking through two sets of eyes and awakening. One vision and sense of existence being the observation from his body looking onto the fight not far off. The other being his digital self integrating and trying to fuse within the database itself. Trying to trickle in and out of its firewalls and what already felt like a snails pace. Thankfully given the current uproar raging in the streets it gave little to worry about in the terms of being interfered with while the saiyans pushed back the arcosians. He didn't to look at the terminal either as his fingers danced on the keyboards keys in the same fashion a pianist tapped away at the piano keys. He'd be linking himself to the personal computer within in his storage area of his mind an the queens ship for certain files as well as his own ship that was capsulized. Keeping some files for himself some for general SSE as well. He was copying and tracking anything that could be conceived as useful. Even if it was a slow process of getting into each part of the Arcosian data Icarus moved through the virtual files as naturally as one would perhaps think when going through a library. Just some locations blocked off that took some time to clear the objects blocking path.
It was likely there were various warnings going of somewhere or another that were signaling someone was within the files that needed clearance. Perceived as both a intruder and in form a virus perhaps. He was in a way partially data at the moment digging deeper and tunneling snagging each and every gem of information he could find. Greedily devouring it and saving nearly all he had to personal files. Icarus had already consumed nearly all the information SSE had on file his mind when given clearance taking in even the files some high up might not have wanted him too peek into. An know he desired to do it to the enemy of the empires most secret files.
A little ways off the drones were gathering some interesting footage as well on the many sites they'd take interest in. The rather droll and aggravating Luffa had been recorded turning into that barbaric YET effective ape form. Not that you could really say he wasn't always a bit of a ape recalling their past meetings and dealings. The combat footage would observe technique but many were similar when in such a form. Destroying and thrashing about in a way that made beastly barbarism almost artistic in some form. Like a small tick likely not noticed or at least hopefully one of the drones small as a bird would try and land on the creatures fur and burrow down as well as like a mosquito carefully use a special metallic needle tip to steal a few droplets of blood. A solution would numb the penetration almost immediately if this was successful. If it was not noticed and got what it desired it would take the sample and fly off to resume recording.
Another had as well be watching closely this namekian of the RE he believed. Kouda's ship had given much data as well both when they worked together on that... surgery... The though would make him cringe. An when he'd snuck aboard on a prior time to look at the data the ship held to get a idea of Kouda before said meeting as well as his allies. The drone had been gathering on what this man had done so far and he chose to perhaps give a little more respect to this one then his furry comrade. The drone given mental order to approach and would fly like a small bird before the green mans eyes. Looking like a mechanical bird or bug of some kind about the size of a fist. A voice lightly staticed would come out as it mimicked Icarus's own voice. "Greetings comrade in arms. It is this ones belief from gathered data you are in league with the Saiyan Solar Empire correct? If so would you consider a slight if not minuscule donation of DNA to the future endeavors of the Empire? Just a light bit of blood would be most appreciative!" They had decent enough A.I. Programming. The device extending one of the specials syringed from just under its camera eyes as if looking like the snout of a mosquito. Hopefully the namekian would be caught of guard and enough in a open mind of allies in war to simply agree as if was for the best. If refused the device would thank him anyway and go back to observing him in the distance. If agreed it'd suck up a few bits of blood and begin recording genetic data and code. There would be one after mayze as well trying to locate that warrior wherever he was to gain a light blood sample as well.
Another drone had been watching this Hitora as well. More of the expected Saiyan destruction as well as... eating them. Vile and gore ridden combat that made his stomach positively churn. This awaken linked state with the droids while occasionally influencing some choices over their AI was lightly regrettable at times when you had to view such things. This one was not desired for its DNA... He had to pick more.... careful choices. Although he did make note this was definitely a soldier to keep remembered. A warrior if he ever saw one with such barbaric fighting. It was in its own way a good trait to be such a monstrous warrior on the battlefield akin to the devils and boogieman of stories one would hear of saiyans at war.
For now his main focus personally would remain The queen in her glory lovely as ever in the embrace of battle as well as the strange form but lightly intriguing and eye catching from of this Arcosian Empress. His eyes an drones on all targets gathering data of combat down to the muscles and bones of the warriors. Studying their health fitness and the stress the bodies were under. Their armor as well to look for needed improvement in basic SSE infantry gear. Blasters and various swords as well to see the common soldiers gear and how many many improvements were needed. He was also looking for data on the location of physical data as well encase some forms of the internal information in the digital files were to intricate to hack into or maneuver about with. He was at least given the amount of dead arcosians around snag a few encryption files and names and passes on those of the army that had them on them to aid in accessing certain areas of the information with proper log ins and clearance which sped up much of the process greatly. Also picking up a few bits of data on what few Saiyans had clearance as well who had fallen. His drones after so long would begin linking up and performing secondary running of their scanners. Getting the data one who had fallen to give a as best as one could list of the fallen and injured as well as possible MIA. ------- -Acquiring dead SSE and AE Cadavers -Began attempting to steal Arcosian Data -Still recording all major battles either with own eyes or drone eyes -attempted to steal Luffa's blood -attempted to gain Xylo's blood -Drone seeking Mayze to request blood sample -Making estimates on the Dead/MIA
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Post by Mayze on Jul 31, 2015 0:59:09 GMT
It was intriguing to watch the two powerful warriors in front of him clash, and the building that he was standing on top of provided an excellent view. It was doubtless that Zucceta would be the winner, but the arcosian, Wyntre, was putting up a half-decent fight. It was futile though, the queen was much stronger, and the fight would only end the Empress death. Her death and the entirety of the planet’s population, as well as the planet itself.
The roars of the Ozarou’s could heard from all around, their mighty roars likely striking fear into the hearts of the citizens. The saiyan’s would win this battle, no doubt about that. The shock and awe tactics had worked to perfection, and now the arcosians were paying the price for letting their guard down. “They aren’t the mightiest race in the universe anymore,” Mayze silently thought to himself as he looked past the fight, and at the smoke and flames raging across the large capital.
He wasn’t paying much attention to the fight, as it was getting rather boring at this point. The victor was already assured after all. He started to play a game of tetris with the small tablet he kept on him., Tetris is a game invented by humans that he played in his free time. Of course, he would never tell anyone that. Aliens, most of them anyway, were inferior after all.
His scouter beeped, telling him that Hitora had re-entered the city and was engaging some enemies. He was tempted to go help the saiyan, but he decided against it. He’d rather sit here and rest, the powerball had really drained him after all. Besides, he was enjoying this game of tetris, and Hitora was more than capable on his own.
So absorbed into his thoughts and game, he didn’t notice when the drone sent by Icarus came towards him. He gave a sudden start when hearing the automated voice. “That sounds like Icarus,” he mused to himself, glancing over to see the metallic mosquito esque drone hovering in the air. He was tempted to destroy, but it wasn’t like there was any harm in giving away his blood, though, he was curious as to why Icarus wanted it. Shrugging, he muttered in a bored, “Sure,” he didn’t have anything better to do anyway.
The drone flew forward, a needle sticking out of it. Landing on Mayze’s arm, it pricked the skin, and began to draw blood. Once it had gained enough, it flew away, presumably back to the eccentric saiyan called Icarus.
“Huh, looks like I got a new highscore,” he thought to himself as he went back to his game.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 1, 2015 7:16:48 GMT
Yes, Zucceta alone stood no chance against Vi-Poi or Reikiko. Yes, the Saiyans as a whole did. However, what Zucceta seemingly had ignored was that the Saiyans are the only ones capable of teaming up. The Empress herself did not know of these beings, but they sure existed: Bing, for example. There was also Zexama who had went to earth for reasons Wyntre didn't quite understand. Besides, whoever said Wyntre wouldn't join them for the final showdown... somehow?
An Empress is not a warrior, this much should be known. The job of Wyntre is to manage and rule over her people, not to slay her enemies or stick their heads on pikes.
Wyntre hated the miasma of pain that seemed to now follow her, but yet her savoir-faire remained. She knew what to do and she knew how to do it, but can she do it well enough?
"Yes, I was correct. You do not know what you do. You know not of the destruction you will cause. You know not of how it will all backfire in your face. It is all unbeknownst to you. I don't need to be psychic to know how this is going to end. You're going to pay for this!"
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 4, 2015 12:56:49 GMT
Her world was ending, and yet Wyntre's repetitive ignorance still reverberated through the failing city. Zucceta chuckles and raises her hands to either side of her body, motioning to the crumbling ruins that just a half-hour ago was a bustling population at the heart of a galactic empire.
"I know the destruction I cause, hun; a destruction cemented by your failing as an empress to stop it."
A crimson explosion detonates in the sky, illuminating the blackening thunderclouds, an escape vessel being sheared in two by a blinding blast of raw potency from the lips of a wild Oozaru. The ship's halves screeches and careens past the two respective leaders, crashing into the ground with an earth-shaking impact, tumbling through several sky-scrapers which shatter with a dusty, pained groan.
"Look around you, Wyntre! This is it! The end of the line!"
Her golden aura surges up around her.
"It's off to the next dimension with you!"
The regal warrior bursts forwards, aiming a volley of hits at Wyntre's chest, a rapid-fire combination of fists and feet intended to decimate the empress further.
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