Doctor Kouda
Rising Soul
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Post by Doctor Kouda on Aug 4, 2015 20:23:14 GMT
The fires blazing around Kouda glowed ghostly in his periphery. The good doctor was being held up on the shoulders of two strong demon-namekian warriors.
"Guit, stop here", Kouda said as the group of battered warriors traversed down a street towards Zucceta's location, "Call in the pod"
Guit turned to the demon namekians that were carrying the Ee's doctor and nodded at them. They listened to their elder brother and lowered Kouda to the debris covered floor. After a brief moment and a blink in the sky, a orb shaped chair dropped from the sky and lowered in front of the group. Kouda limped onward toward the strange chair and seated himself. The monitors on the chair detected that Kouda was injured, suggesting that Kouda take protocol. The old Ee's picked up a respirator from the side of his chair and connected it to his face. He could feel the strange gas entering his glass and being distributed among his bloodstream. The specialized gas revitalized Kouda enough for him to function properly again.
The namekians jumped into combat stances as soon as deafening explosion rocked the city. A nearby building began to crumble.
"That power...what was that!?" one of the namekians barked.
"The fall of a dynasty..." Kouda murmured within his strange respirator, causing his voice to sound altered and almost robotic.
Guit turned to Kouda "The Queen! She must be battling the Empress!"
Kouda smirked beneath his mask and began to send out a message to the Red Eclipse.
"Then this city has not much time left...its end comes near," Kouda replied, tapping away at buttons in his Red Eclipse communications panel, "Hitora. Hitora. Can you hear me? This is Kouda. If you are still alive, then respond. The Queen appears to be battling the Empress as we speak. What's happening?"
Guit began playing a transmission from his own communicator. Xylo's voice began speaking from it. The message was cut short from what seemed to be an attack on Xylo. Guit grimaced as he heard the sound of the impact but then appeared certain once more when he heard Xylo speak again within the message. Xylo decided he was going to seek the Queen.
"Kouda, my father is somewhere near that fight" Guit snapped.
"Say no more. Begin our approach immediately"
Kouda then sent out a transmission to Xylo and Hitora. "This is Kouda. We will reach the palace soon."
He began hovering toward the exploding palace within his pod chair, followed by Guit and his brethen who had all taken flight behind Kouda.
His pod chair came to a halt as raging oozaru, adorned in elite armor, crashed the palace walls. The group steered around his rampage and came upon what appeared to be Zucceta and the Empress battling. Zucceta did not appear to be humanoid from afar but rather a fire of golden aura. In front of her was the Empress of the Arcosian Empire. Wyntre. There was a strange sensation seeing the Empress in person. The two appeared to be locked in a intense duel with one another.
Observing the battle nearby, Kouda spotted Xylo and Mayze, two of the Queen's saiyan loyalists. He hovered over toward them.
The six demon namekians bowed when approaching their clan master, Xylo.
"Many have fallen to our hands, father" Guit spoke to Xylo.
"I am relieved to see that you are still well, Xylo. In your transmission it seemed that you had been attacked and your injuries prove that much. No doubt your assailant has been annihilated." Kouda remarked to Xylo in his strange respirator. Kouda then glanced at the duel and back at Xylo. "The Queen is relentless. I wonder how she will end the Empress's life." Kouda grinned, blood drooled from his mouth causing to drip from his respirator. "But an arcosian royal is no laughing matter. I would take caution that the Empress attempts to rip Zucceta's victory from out under her. Hubris is a cruel gambit that way. In our case, this entire planet might even be obliterated as a price."
Kouda tapped away at his communicator and linked himself into Icarus' private channel.
"Icarus, how many wounded have you uncovered? I will begin heading towards your location to assist you. Stay alive."
Kouda then turned back to Xylo. "Xylo, listen to me. Little do they know but the leaders fighting before you are not alone. You and your sons are the last namekians. The earthlings may have destroyed your planet but we will find a way to restore your clan's land. That being said, you must be careful on this battlefield. You are the last patriarch of your people. I will go now and find whatever wounded may be alive still in this city. Time is always of the essence in such matters."
Kouda took one last glance at the fight and then zoomed off into the burning city with the demon namekians. As they flew, the demon namekians picked up any surviving Saiyan and Red Eclipse soldiers they could find. Kouda found Icarus at a security terminal, tampering away at strange devices. "Icarus, I'm here to help you with the wounded. The namekians will help protect us while we heal any comrades," Kouda quickly spoke to him in his strange respirator.
Kouda's brow furrowed. Even the namekians might need protection while they searched for survivors, Kouda thought, and he was still too injured to put up another fight to whatever Arcosian would attack him. Kouda sent out a distress beacon to his ally Hitora and Xylo. No doubt angry Arcosian troops would swarm in on Kouda's location once they were spotted and Icarus would probably be busy in his work. His old saiyan friend and Xylo might be able to help him however but that was only if one of them were to answer Kouda's call.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 22:09:01 GMT
Hitora looked around as he finished off the rest of the Arcosian he’d cooked. He picked a piece of flesh out of his teeth and said aloud to no one in particular “Tastes like chicken, guess that’s why most Arcosian’s are so cowardly!” Hitora then let out a loud, cackling laugh that only someone who was pure evil could produce. Hitora then heard the sound of static coming nearby as well as his name, though garbled by damage dealt to it. Hitora slowly walked over towards where he heard the sound coming from and saw the body of a messenger of the Red Eclipse. He picked up the communications device just in time to hear Kouda’s message. Hitora couldn’t help but allow himself a smirk, somehow this bastard new that Hitora was here. Not that it would have been too hard to guess, Hitora loved to fight and would be remiss to miss this fight. Hitora then took a moment to let Kouda wonder if he’d heard the message or not, he was feeling particularly cruel right now after all. He then began to speak slowly “You say that the queen Zucceta is fighting with the leader of these pathetic peoples and you ask me whats happening?
Kouda, this planet is doomed to fall to the true rulers of the universe; they should have kowtowed when they had the chance, now? Now I will see to it that each and every Arcosian living here will see a very painful life leading to a slow, painful death. No, a slow and painful death would be too good for them, maybe add in some scientific experimentation by you? Who knows, only time will tell!” Hitora then removed the communications device from his ear and crushed it in his hand. He was interested in the outcome of this planet, mostly because he wanted to rule over it and torture those who would have once called themselves the superiors to the Saiyans. No, not only that, it was a stepping stone to his eventual taking over of the universe, he still had that desire after all this time and would do whatever it took to see that dream come true, even if it meant prostrating himself before the rule of another for the time being. Hitora’s blood boiled at the thought of having to take orders from another, but at the same time he also knew that it would likely pay off one day.
Yes, he had plans, big plans, and he would need to live to see them come to fruition. Hitora also needed his ‘superiors’ to see him as an asset, so this meant he’d need to get back to training once the takeover of Arcose was complete, he needed to also get himself a ship and a Gravity chamber so he could train fiercely once more, he needed the strength to achieve that of the legendary transformation, he felt he had the motive but something was missing, it must be strength that he was missing. It just had to be, what else could cause him to be unsure of himself? So he had to become stronger, strong enough that those fools who would dare to look down on him would tremble before him. There were many before him that had this same ambition, but they never truly had what it took to achieve this goal, Hitora on the other hand felt like he did, he felt it was his birthright to conquer and enslave the entire universe. Soon he would do so as well, he could feel his time coming sooner than ever before.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 4, 2015 22:52:56 GMT
This fight...it could only be described as legendary. Two influential Titans, two masters of combat, two leaders on opposite sides of a millennia long war. This battle would decide the fate of dozens of races, and Queen Zuccetta was proving that Saiyan Empire was not to be trifled with. Blow after blow was thrown, but Xylo's attention was taken away by the arrival of a few allies.
The Mazoku clan, all in good health, were kneeling down in front of Xylo. He smiled at his children as Guit explained they had ended many lives. "Well done, I see my trust was not misplaced in you Guit. Though Kouda seems to be wounded, he is alive." Xylo motioned for his clansmen to stand, and they did so.
Kouda spoke next, saying that he was glad to see Xylo had succeeded in defeating his assailant. "A Mazoku Warrior does not fall against an Arcosian, especially one as foolish as the one who intercepted my landing."
The two of them turned their attention to the duel for just a brief moment, with Kouda commenting that the battle could come to an explosive outcome. Xylo nodded as two ship halves slammed into the ground below "The Queen is a mighty warrior, though it is unlikely that the Arcosian Empress would resort to destroying her own planet...then again, when put into a corner, people will do anything to come out on top."
Kouda spoke again, this time saying that one day they'll find a way to restore Planet Namek. Xylo smirked at his ally, and threw out another reply "It is reassuring to hear you say that, Doctor. When the time comes, and my home is returned to its former glory, you and your allies will be welcome with open arms should you need assistance."
The Namekian turned his attention to the duel below, but was interrupted when a strange machine buzzed in front of his face. It spoke in a strange, robotic tone, and asked for a DNA sample. Xylo had to restrain himself to not destroy the bug immediately. He simply refused instead.
"Not now fool. Find me after the war and perhaps we'll speak then about samples." as he spoke, he gave a dismissive wave to the machine.
Kouda and the Namekians left to help heal the wounded, which, by Xylo's estimate, weren't many.
Suddenly, a distress beacon came from Kouda's location. Xylo's brow furrowed with worry "Could something have gone wrong that quickly?!" With a quick flash of his indigo aura, Xylo raced towards Kouda, hoping nothing serious had gone down.
He landed next to Kouda, who was speaking with a strange small man he could only assume was Saiyan. What was off, however, was that he could sense no Ki coming from the man.
"Interesting...perhaps he is one of those Androids, though he doesn't seem built for fighting."
With folded arms, Xylo would await instructions from Kouda. He assumed the doctor must have called him here to provide defensive support, so he would keep his senses wary of approaching Ki signatures.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 0:52:02 GMT
Icarus was still focused mainly between the rather difficult attempt of gathering access and in turn SSE access to the Arcosian empires data base and the battle between the two illustrious an lovely empresses he was easily distracted from the actual danger of this war. It was a rather charming set of security that even when it became difficult was usually easily passed given the amount of dead it was easy for the Drones flying about to find dna and or access codes to give natural access.
The Data he'd gathered was already stored and storing in his mechanical mind as well as his ships data. The queens ship as well was getting a healthy dose of arcosian information as well sharing the intelligence around fairly. Chances are if RE's ship was in range he'd be willing to share arcosian secrets with them as well. The drones had been denied one blood sample but Mayze had contributed his own. He assumed the one that snuck to Luffa had too hopefully. But just as he was trying to move throughout another series of protective measures on the files he received a call on one of his personal transmissions.
It was Kouda speaking about the wounded. Yes it was probably getting around the time to pull back the injured as refreshed second lines took the fields. Icarus thought before answering and quickly mentally gave his drones orders. Summoning one to him as he'd place it down on the terminal letting it resume the hacking process minus his mind as he pulled his waking mind out of the machine leaving his drone to do the hacking while he linked with his drones still in the air. They would gain hieght far above the clouds to perform a dome like scan on most if not the entire capital.
He'd respond watching the fight and recording it still but also linking to Kouda. "Running a scan now... I'm sending the Data to your communicator as well as I'm picking up some scouters near you. *Xylo* I'll be sending updated locations of the wounded that need to be evacuated and treated. I've spotted various ones my drones can keep a good watchful eye from high in the sky. Checking for raised and bad vitals as well as anything scanned to pass as serious or possible fatal injuries. I trust you have your forces with you? The sweetie with teh purple hair and the soldiers in red? It may take more then just the good doctor to gather them all? I'll keep feeding you teh data so you at least know where the injured in need are my friend. I've got a good location where I am linking to the Arcosian data base and witnessing the queens very close..." Cutting out but free for questions. If Kouda chose to ask anything else to continue to prod him for questions Icarus would be willing to answer or explain other ways to aid the injured as Kouda was interested in.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 5, 2015 9:14:18 GMT
Wyntre was not, actually, being repetitively ignorant, for that would imply Wyntre was being ignorant on multiple occasions. This was not the case, however, as being being ignorant on multiple occasions would imply she was ignorant at least twice. This could not be the case, however, as Wyntre had not been ignorant at all, for that would directly reference ignorance, which itself would imply (or, depending on the context, infer), a lack of sophistication, a lack of education, a lack of awareness and/or a lack of knowledge. Wyntre was anything but.
Wyntre, for the most part, ignored the crashing spaceship because she did not care about it, nor did she care about the buildings that had been destroyed by other destruction. No, that was not her duty. Her duty was to care about the people. Her duty, as an Empress, was to care about the universe as a whole. Her duty was to bring order so that peace may reign. Look who here's to stop that.
Yes, Wyntre knew that, in all likelihood, the amounts of possible outcomes for this day would be vastly numerous. She was also completely aware that practically all of these outcomes featured the dark victory of the SSE and the successful invasion of one of the last bastions of good. She was also aware that the outcomes that featured this not happening all contained giant doses of Deus Ex Machina. For example, one possible outcome with Wyntre being the victor involved a large number of saiyans getting simultaneous heart-attacks. Another involved a sperm-whale the size of half the planet popping into existence, flopping about, before promptly killing every saiyan present. So no, you'd be wrong if you said that Wyntre was confident about the situation she was in.
But just because I am to die at Zucceta's hands does not mean that she isn't going to be defeated later on.
"Oh, perhaps. Perhaps I'm simply going to drop dead, perhaps I'm not. Either way, I'm going to die soon anyway, but that does mean you are going to get away with this, no matter the case. Oh, don't be so jocund, that I abhor! Excuse my language, but I wouldn't mind calling you a profane tallow, a slandering hilding. I would like to say such things as 'I wish I could abate you by a mickle, as you are a baleful bawd, a cancerous canker and a perjuring harlot'. But I won't. I'd also like to say 'we'll see each other on the other side', but this won't happen because I'd avoid any contact with you as I want to keep my voice in fear that I would utter 'told you so' for the rest of eternity. Also, you'd just end up in HFIL. I apologize for being blunt, but it seemed all of your potential had been wasted on foolish and unruly actions."
Meanwhile, Wyntre made a flurry of attacks, not dissimilar to Zucceta's.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 6, 2015 21:47:06 GMT
I buried my guilt in a pit in the sand With the rust and the vultures and the trash downtown So don't step to me, kid, you'll never be found Cause while you were sleeping, I took over your town
Zucceta felt the eyes of all upon her combative form, and a smirk plays at her lips. Wyntre attempted to block her flurry of blows with her own, and she was half-effective, represented by the differences in their power levels; many blows were indeed countered with Wyntre's own, but just as many slipped through that inefficient offense, peppering the Empress with a cessation of blows, knuckles colliding with a mixture of flesh and armored carapace, slowly whittling away at the queen's form.
Zucceta chuckled as she saw the ship streak passed her form, and began to chuckle harder with Wyntre's unflinching resolve. The empress was truly sociopathic, that much was readily clear to the queen of all saiyans; she believed in her own unfallible righteousness even in the face of atrocities, until only recently committed under her own name.
The days of Kold may never end. A mantra repeated across the realms of the Arcosian Empire.
Wyntre, who had bragged of many ways to kill a man, who had claimed to always love death.
Wyntre, who had never been one for the rules (hah!).
Wyntre, who had slain her own kin for the throne.
Wyntre, she who would conquer the galaxy.
"You expect me to believe you've changed so readily from the maniac you were half a year ago?" The queen asks, her voice venomous. "Don't be ridiculous. I have no qualms with who I am, but your psychopathic hypocrisy is probably the reason you're losing right now!"
The conquest of this empire was the apple of her eye, and Wyntre's demise would personify this fall. With the fall of the empress and the capital planet, the rest would surely follow.
Taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
With one, final, strong kick the saiyan queen shoves the empress away, before her ki surges up, up, and up.
"You're as much the monster here, Wyntre Kold, or have you the memory of a fish?"
(KP 3/3 [su3] Ki Charge 100%)
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Aug 7, 2015 5:02:50 GMT
Luffa had never had so much fun in his life. He had such great power in this Oozaru form! This was the strength of his people! This was the way of the Saiya-jin. He’d never felt truer than now. Holding on to the Mind Palace against all this perfect rage was a challenge, and he found himself slipping here and there as he reveled in the destruction of Arcose and the fierce battling against the changelings. His long muzzle opened as he boomed out another laugh, then sent a spout of sizzling ki out to fan through a few more of the Arcosian guardsmen nearest to the Palace. The great structure sagged as some of his spiritual fire smashed across its façade, and he threw himself forward to pound his arms down into the gates of it, hurling haymakers into the stonework. He dug himself a path into the seat of the Empire, stomping his way through any opposition.
He’d met some of the changelings who’d given him great trouble, and it’d taken him quite a while to tear through them, and by now the sky was alit with the glow of immense ki exchanges.
A strange pinch on his arm made him startle, but he couldn’t find the source. Another weapon of these Arcosians? Pathetic! Nothing could reach him in this state.
He shot off a ki blast down the ruined gaping gorge that was the main hall, stomping through what must of at one time been a ball room until he came to the main throne room. He laughed at the sight of her floating throne as he tore more roof from the building. “Make way for your new betters!” He roared, throwing a hunk of her palace into the city like a game ball. “Time for some redecorating, you insolent ice toads!”
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 8, 2015 22:43:58 GMT
'The days of Cold may never end' was not repeated across the realms of the Arcosian Empire, nor did it have anything to do with the supposed cruelty Wyntre apparently harbored. The phrase Wyntre used on use on occasion merely signified how the Cold family of Arcosians was never going to end, she stopped using this when she realized another old saying of hers, 'death is inevitable', conflicted with the former. While more factual, it was not without faults, soon to be replaced with 'entropy in inevitable' or a variation. Not even this stayed for long, however, as while a scientific fact (or at least well-supported theory), it did sound grim, so she decided to not use think this a second time.
Wyntre didn't quite love death, either, but there was a time when she did. She was once an impolite, spoilt little brat who got whatever was desired. But that was when her eyes grew larger than her capabilities. She desired the throne of the Arcosians, and so she got this by having Koramund take down one of her brothers as she took care of the other one. She felt sorry for her brother, he was practically a mindless animal. If he became the king, as he soon was to do, horror was to be made. If he'd simply had enough capacity in his cranium to know not to run into that wall...
Meanwhile, she pressed a little button on her scouter.
"Yes, I do expect you to believe I had changed, as I had. How ironic, for you to falsely accuse me of being a psychopathic maniac. Yes, I had been like you once. Like you, I had been a spoilt little brat who threatened with violence. Like you, I had once been naive, greedy, stupid and childish. But at least I grew out of it. Is it so hard to believe such a change can happen in half a year? A greater transformation can happen in but a moment, and you doubt it can happen in half a year? It's humorous to see you accuse me of such things, and not just because of the sheer irony. It just shows how desperate you are. How desperate you are to make me in the wrong. What are you trying to do, push me into the moral lowground? I'll have you know, the people of the galaxy aren't as stupid as you think. They will rise up! They won't stand for you and your tyranny!"
Charging her attack once again, she smiled. That little button on her scouter was sending live video and audio feed straight to the everything. Radio, television, scouters. Everything. Even toasters will start engraving the scene on toast. Getting this energy in her hand, she gathered energy for a Full-Power Death Beam... all that could be seen to realize this was the case would be an immense Power Level and red ki skirting around her hand.
[KP0/3] [2,884,980P next turn]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 1:09:31 GMT
The fight was good and the information was running through but once his machines and hacking tools as well as the access codes he gained finally broke through the arcosian data base his was rushed with the influx of information. All the data and knowledge literally pouring into him at such a fast route and funneling to the data storage of his ship and zuc's as well. "Whoa Whoa Whoa... Wha wha wha...." His eye programs scanned over and looked to appear as static as some of his functions were shutting down to manage the influx of power and information. His body twitched a bit as he kicked into overdrive for a few moments his core blaring with the energy it had running it trying to manage this.
Trying to drain all this out though was like draining the ocean with a single siphoning hose. His skin morphed from the pale fleshy tone to blue then back and green there after before returning to white as his cosmetic functions were going haywire unable to get proper power from the core to run properly. Icarus was at the moment more digital in existence trying to manage the flow as his body was suffering technical difficulties. It was a unexpected problem this was for sure. His body nit picked out virus's as well rather quickly that were some last stand defenses of the data. Nothing corrupted anything and was gone rather quickly but it was still a light danger that he didn't expect after the forced unlock.
Icarus had disconnected but his systems were still having trouble rebooting as his body walked out of the building and began wondering as static coated eyes in looks were looking around slowly in all directions. Icarus at the moment more trapped inside in a digital plain of existence making quick repairs here and there running through his digital mind trying to get everything fixed up software wise. He didn't want to connect back and find out half his body and been destroyed or something right after cracking into the data sweet spot of information the arcosians had at their dispose.
He'd fall to his knees not that far off from the waging battle between queens some of the energy force blowing his hair back lightly and his coat tail wavering in the wind force from it. For the moment twitching lightly sa he regained power lightly in one eye as static faded away to give back the light brown saiyan in appearance eye that tired in expression looked back up at the battle to exhausted at this point in the reboot to move as he could only watch the battle rather dangerously close at that. The other eye clicking on soon there after black as a Tuffles at first in program but quickly snapping to the brown iris function of a Saiyan as the program corrected itself. "This damn crazy planet... Get her... my queen..." He'd say in a weak whisper of admiration to far to actually hear it of course. But still watching in his tired way drones recording what he was missing as well.
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Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 9, 2015 15:15:18 GMT
"As I said," Zucceta chuckles, "I have no qualms with being vicious, or perceived as cruel. Strength and its use is the only true way."
"The fact you knew this in the past, but then passed the notion like gas... that is your truest failure, the irony of the situation. You would have been so much more." The queen sighs. "Still a corpse, to be sure, but a more interesting one at that."
Somewhere in the city, a toaster pings.
She yawns. "I suspect you are relaying the scene right now, recording and distributing this perceived 'crime' against you. Well, guess what? The galaxy regards you as just as much a tyrant as I. Stop being so pathetic, serpent, and embrace the death I bring you!"
Her very skin seems to seethe with golden energy, as her energy begins to build. She wanted a decisive victory, and it was, on all accounts, soon to come.
[KP 3/3 200% Charge]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 12, 2015 7:55:46 GMT
The live recording continued.
"Wrong again. With the definitions of 'true' and 'way' in mind, even a month-old corpse could tell how the 'true way' is not 'strength and its use'. It is funny of how you speak of irony. You speak of me as if I had not fulfilled my potential; you keep on failing to realize something simple, something so utterly simple. This one little thing kindergartners learn, yet you haven't. Fighting is not the way. The universe hasn't been created merely to fight in, what we do in it is pure happenstance. The rules that govern are not shaped around us, we are shaped around them."
Wyntre continued to build up energy, the red ki atop her fingers symbolic of the universal struggle present all around everything. If only Zucceta wasn’t so chaotic and cruel, we could have been friends.
”Do you think the people of the universe are stupid? You underestimate the power of the truth. The people know I am not a tyrant, for they have been paying attention. These people are not stupid, I’d have you know. These people are not the fools you believe them to be. The people know I am not a tyrant because I simply am not one, it is as simple as that. Even if I die this day, I had won. I had won in the game that really is not a game, the game you neglect the existence of.”
I will accept death. All I ask is that Arcose be my bier. [200%]
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Post by Zucceta on Aug 12, 2015 22:55:25 GMT
Zucceta smirks. Her skin was permeating a golden glow, her every muscle fiber saturated with destructive energy. "Test your way against mine, then, friend. We shall see whose truth wins this day!"
And with that the super warrior surges through the maelstrom, a bolt of royal lightning against the blackened sky. Her trail scars the air, and with a supersonic boom she bursts fist-first towards Wyntre's chest, with the intent to rip through the empress's body.
This decisive blow could finish the whole fight. All Zucceta had to worry about was the red energy crackling in Wyntre's hand.
[KP 0/3 MP3: Beautiful, Vicious [Melee] - Intending to 'Goku burst through King Piccolo' - 8,468,460 vs FP-Death Beam]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 23:42:21 GMT
That immense power ringing out through the skies was echoing off the queen as she roared in towards wyntre. Icarus's scanners trying to keep up with the power in his at the moment weakened state wasn't good in the least as his scanners were going haywire. That high a power was hard to read easily as he was only recently just getting used to scanning the super saiyans in their powered form let alone a attack that had built her to such a momentary pinnacle of power. Icarus clinging to his head with one of his hands as if something had just struck a blow to his temple on his head. One eye struggling to keep open his droids and he still recording as a massive headache burned through his head. His pain receivers making it feel as if a Tumor was perhaps on the move in his head from the high overdrive his scanners had to kick into just to calculate the power at first. "Damn... it fried my communicator.... " The communication peice in his head built in was in need of repair. It seemed restoring certain function had failed as he tried to re install the boot up to get it working again time and time again realizing it may take awhile. It was like trying to work while someone pounded down on steel with a hammer next to your head while you head a hangover times a hundred over. But still at least he kept his eyes on the fight feeling like he may pass out from his systems running hot.
Icarus would be on one knee at this time trying to stand but forced to a knee in his shaken state. He couldn't call out for help yet or request a movement and aid from one of the stronger allies so he'd just have to bare the pain and keep his eyes on the prize while his head felt like it was gonna explode. Although the artist and scholar in him had to admit the beauty in possible death he looked at. Zuc taring through the skies with a great power like the lady death in her purest form. Benevolent and deadly as if she were the incarnate of death itself at the head of her empire. The sword that would cut down any enemies personally while leading her armies rather then place some general in her wake! He saw it like a vision of destruction that was attractive and more beautiful then the most delicate sunrises on Vegeta. He knew he had to paint the scene of the Empress's facing off as they were as his internal camera took several High Tuffle definition pictures. He'd have something to do on the ride back now... His body shivering as he just felt the internal need to immortalize this moment in more then recording and pictures. Gulping lightly to himself his mouth hanging open his synthetic skins sweating as he expected to see Wyntre answer unsure how the great Empress could stand up to the almighty queen. A fight among death among rulers! The empire of Arcose would soon fall.... AS the Saiyans were at the gates. "Beautiful..." He'd say in just a light whisper.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 14, 2015 8:39:40 GMT
Empress Wyntre of Arcose was her title, although it was only one of many. It was a title she used as a name. It signified her hierarchical elevation, her birth-name and what she represented. Meanwhile, she was where she was.
Despite this, she was happy with her life, she was content with all that she had done. She was glad she had encountered Zexama all those many moons ago, she was glad she had encountered Koramund, an encounter which later formed and developed. She was glad she had made friends.
Perhaps the Arcosian had failed in her task of bringing an Empire of conquer into enlightenment. Perhaps everything she had done was meaningless, like tears in rain. She was content, nonetheless. This was not the say she was the least afraid to die, though. No, she was afraid of the concept snatching her up as anyone else would be. But she was content.
Releasing the crimson energy within her hands, she made a few last minute decisions. She remotely changed the 'passcode' to her spaceship to 'Wyntre>Zucceta'. She sent a message to the usual suspects (Vi, Ak, Ze), speaking one final word, perhaps before death. 'Farewell'. Meanwhile, a blast with a diameter of a meter flew towards the Queen, gaining a magma-like texture.
"Whose truth? Surely you are not as morally inexorable as this? Oh, no matter, I will not waste my words onto one that does not wish to hear them. Simply hear this. I have a favor to ask. If you have any valor, any honor within your heart, please, upon my death, bury me among the ice-fields."
As the Saiyan Queen pushed through the sanguine energy, Wyntre practically knew her death was at hand. Blinking, she didn't quite seem to notice that gaping whole in her stomach and the liquid fluid, once flowing through her veins, creeping up to the rest of her. She didn't have long left.
"Among the ice-fields... is where I long to be."
(PL) Yes, Wyntre just died :3
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 14, 2015 10:27:16 GMT
Flying through the ruins of the city at top speeds, Xylo huffed and puffed at the added weight he had accrued. Not because he had acquired some heavy weighted clothing in the middle of this war, no. It was because he was currently carrying about 10 wounded aliens from the Saiyan Empire on his back. These few were the unlucky ones, sent into battle without an Oozaru in their squad, or simply shot out of the sky before they were able to land. He scoffed in a disappointed manner when he landed next to Kouda, depositing the wounded at the Ee doctor's feet.
"So battered they can hardly move...fix them up, if you really wish."
The Namekian turned, about to shoot off into the sky once more to search for other unlucky warriors, but was interrupted by a sudden change in the flow of the battle that was taking place not too far from them. Zuccetta's power had been building slowly, but the sudden burst of power from both leaders rocked his senses. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to the palace in the distance, awaiting some result with baited breath.
Another burst of energy, then a sudden drop.
The Empresses power plummeted into nothingness, entirely impossible to sense. She was either dead, or about to be. Xylo couldn't believe what he just felt, if only he were there to witness it with his own eyes!
He sat there slack-jawed for a few moments, staring distantly at a battle he could not actually see. He tried to form words, but he didn't know what to say, or even who to say it to. He shut his eyes and shook his head, seemingly removing the temporary dumbfoundedness he was afflicted with. Crouching down, the Namekian warrior shot into the sky with a burst of kiai, his indigo aura enveloping him as he sped towards the palace to at least see the aftermath.
Xylo arrived only a short time later, stopping above the battlefield. Wyntre was prone, a massive hole in her alien chest. It was clear she was dead now, and even though Xylo was a bit disappointed by the empresses weakness, Wyntre's quick death was better than Zuccetta losing. He tried to keep a cool facade, though on the inside he wanted to burst out with laughter at the victory they had achieved.
"It seems I made the right choice in allying with the Saiyans...I must make time for a more formal greeting to the Queen once we return to Planet Vegeta."
TL;DR Collected wounded NPCs Returned to the battle of Zuccetta VS Wyntre Watching and waiting from above
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