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Post by Pin on Jan 15, 2016 20:05:37 GMT
The young 'goddess' launched herself at Pin, starting the fight strong with a blows aimed at his face and his cannon. He craned his neck to one side, her palm grazing by his cheek harmlessly. Meanwhile, as she attempted to punch his shoulder cannon, the gun instead swiveled upwards to briefly point itself at the cieling, her fist whiffing by. However, Pin found himself grappled tightly in the young woman's legs, and before he could even try to make a cheeky or lewd comment, he was spun upside down and all but thrown towards the ground.
Gritting his teeth as he soared face-first towards the floor, he adjusted his propulsors and twisted his body, righting himself and stopping in air just before making impact. He'd gone through enough walls and floors in his fight with Habana, he didn't have much interest in giving it a second try. He looked up at her, and was glad he hadn't taken a moment to congratulate himself, as there was a beam of white energy careening towards him.
He threw up his arms, crossed in front of his face, and closed his eyes. No time to dodge, he was going to have to rely on his natural durability to get through this particular attack. It struck, and the shockwave rattled through his body, overpowering his propulsors for a moment and pushing him closer to the floor. A status report flashed in his vision as the dust cleared, but he ignored it for now. He knew he'd taken some damage, but her power was nothing compared to Habana's. He could officially say that he'd seen worse.
He kicked his propulsors into full gear, launching himself back up at Brassica and assailing her with an upwards front kick, followed by roundhouse kick and a left cross punch. He would follow this punch with a series of quick jabs aimed at her face and throat. However, these jabs were meant as a distraction, meant to keep her off balance as he positioned himself slightly above her. Once he was in place, his shoulder cannon would swivel back into place, aimed directly at her from mere arm's length, and fire.
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Used Durability, raising Defensive PL to 12,792 for the Lunar Spear attack, but allowed it to hit.
Fired Shoulder Cannon, UP2 attack. Current power is 132% of 6,396, or 8,442.
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Post by Brassica on Jan 16, 2016 20:58:59 GMT
Brassica gave a little nod of her head towards the man as it appeared he'd not only managed to not get smashed into the floor from her throw, but was also still intact after taking a direct hit from her Lunar Spear. It had definitely been some time since she'd had a proper challenge in an opponent... the Saiyan Goddess smirked even as Pin launched his own physical onslaught at her, her arms folded in front of her in a cross guard so she could adjust her blocks and deflections with the least amount of effort. A few of them managed to get through, giving her a shiner that would last for a while as one example but there was something off about all this. He was only aiming for her head with his attacks, and nowhere else... Her eyes widened as the realisation hit her, right before his cannon blast did which resulted in sending her crashing into the floor from the sheer concussive force of his attack. Brassica let out a cry of pain as she cratered into the floor of the arena, the dust slowly filling the sky. She lay there for a second, before gritting her teeth and forcing her body to its feet. When the dust cleared she was standing tall, her chest heaving from the pain and exertion, her tail flicking from side to side as she regarded her foe hovering there in the skies above. The Simians around them were cheering on the combat, seemingly regardless of whomever it was that appeared to be winning in this struggle between flesh and machine. "Not a bad shot." said Brassica as she wiped her fist across her lips, clearing away some blood, her face still in a smirk. With a slight bend of her knees she suddenly shot back up into the sky, appearing to be going for a fast moving uppercut, when in fact she suddenly tried to grab hold of his foot with one hand, trying to sharply pull him down even as she continued to ascend. As she rose upwards, Brassica would cock her left hand back, almost preparing to punch him it would seem. That is until she sharply twisted her body around, almost pirouetting in the air, her tail coming towards the androids head at full speed... and glowing with the same white energy surrounding it as she'd fired into him earlier?! "Try this on for size!" she yelled, her face showing how much she was enjoying this fight. Her tail's attack would be followed up by a roundhouse kick aiming towards his head as well, whilst after that she would then settle into a mixture of punches and kicks aiming at various parts of his body, including several knees to his gentleman parts. If androids have those. Did Pin have those? Time to find out if he got that special feature installed!
(Guess I shoulda been a little bit clearer  The arena is outside, not inside the temple... my bad :3 ) [N1] Iron Tail: Brassica concentrates and encompasses her tail in a field of Ki energy, allowing her to utilise her furry appendage as another means of combat. The field of Ki increases the Saiyan tail's natural density, allowing it to hit harder than a Saiyan tail normally would. If she doesn't have a tail, creates an energy version of a tail. Does the same as before. Iron Tail PL: 5052.3 |
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Post by Pin on Jan 17, 2016 7:03:39 GMT
Pin smirked down at Brassica as she crashed into the ground and hard. As she pushed herself up from the ground amongst the cheering Simians, Pin took a moment to assess himself. Her attack had done a bit more damage than he'd hoped, and he could feel it in his left arm. The joints didn't move as smoothly and his fingers were somewhat less responsive. Fortunately for him, unlike Brassica, his damage was less obvious than hers as she wiped blood from her face. She took to the sky, rushing him with her fist. He put up his arms to block the incoming attack, only to fall for the same sort of ruse that he'd just pulled on her. Instead, she grabbed his foot and pulled him down as she continued to shoot up. She feigned a punch, and once again Pin fell for it, putting his left arm up to block. He noticed far too late that she'd tricked him, and he tail, sheathed in an impressive amount of energy, crashed into his left arm with a great deal of force, sending Pin spinning in place as he struggled to right himself. Claxons sounded in his head as urgent damage reports appeared in his vision. He adjusted his propulsors to stop his spinning, and he realized two things as he gained his composure. First, Brassica's foot was about to make impact with his damn fool head. Second, his left arm had been torn off at the elbow. Brassica's roundhouse kick landed square on his jaw, and he felt a crack form along the right side of his faceplate. She followed her attack with a vicious barrage of attacks, including knees to a very private place that thankfully had no real meaning for Pin. As she kneed, he managed to block the bulk of the force of her blows with his own legs and remaining hands. For a moment, he felt like she had him on the ropes. He worried he might let Habana down. No, this would not do. " Enough," Pin said.A circle of yellow light lit up behind each of Pin's irises, and an audible sound of pistons and fans charging into overdrive filled the arena. Heat began to rise visibly from Pin's body, and a soft orange glow escaped from the cracks in his faceplate. As he felt his energy surge within him, he grinned. He hadn't cut loose in a long time, and while he knew he'd wreak havoc on himself in the process, it felt good. He holstered his pistol - this fight was about to be a bit more personal. He launched himself into a flurry of attacks, aiming a front kick into Brassica's sternum, followed by an elbow strike aimed at her face, a palm strike to her throat, and finally a punch thrown to her gut. He punctuated this attack by following up with a gout of white-hot flame from his remaining palm at point-blank range. " Have a taste of my BURNING VENGEANCE!" ________________________________________________________________ -Lost a damn arm -Activated Overdrive. Overdrive PL with weights on is 19,188 -Attacked with [N1] Burning Vengeance: Pin doesn’t rely solely on his equipment to get the job done. Pin can channel his boundless internal energy into the palm of his hand and release it as a gout of white-hot fire. Attack PL is 6,332 |
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Post by Brassica on Jan 17, 2016 23:53:52 GMT
The males in the Simian audience were all cringing and yet also cheering at the same time whenever their Goddess struck Pin where the particulars would normally be, and he kept on going not once giving in to what they assumed would have to be excruciating pain! The fact that his arm had apparently been torn off did not phase them in the slightest. In fact, the fact that he continued to keep up his defences with but a single arm, and tried to continue his own attacks only spurred the crowd on further. Brassica similarly was enjoying herself despite the handicap her foe now found himself with.
His blocking and attacking speed appeared to be undiminished despite having only one arm to his name now. Sure a few of her strikes were getting through, but the fact remained that he was still holding his own. It did make her wonder though... with warriors like this under their command, how had the Saiyan Empire failed to conquer Earth? Of course whilst she was thinking all this, she almost missed the android male powering himself up. "This is going to hurt..." grimaced the Saiyan Goddess, right before the android bombarded her with a flurry of much faster attacks that landed in her face, sternum, throat and her gut.
Brassica had a feeling something was coming up next and immediately dropped out of the sky, her long hair getting caught in the fires that were spewing forth from his palm. She cried out in pain as best she could after getting smacked in her throat, channeling a beam of ki energy into her hands to chop away at the burning mess of hair before it could spread farther to her body. As she landed hard on the ground, she rubbed at her throat, glaring up at the android menace, the remains of her now much shorter hair still smoking from his attack.
He wanted to make this fight personal like that, then so be it. The Saiyan Goddess quickly channeled ki towards the tip of her finger before firing it towards him, aiming for the hole she'd made when she'd ripped his arm off earlier. What better way to take out a machine, from the inside out? That and she had really liked that hair! It had kept her warm in the winter cycles!
-Got pummeled by Pin
-Lost my Raditz length hair, now resembles FC hair length, only cruder
-Firing [N1] Ki Bolt: Brassica focuses her ki to the tip of her finger, before releasing it at her target. Bolts size is the same as your average fingernail.
Ki Bolt PL: 5052.3
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Queen Habana
Moderator
Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374 
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 20, 2016 1:29:31 GMT
Commander Habana
Active Techniques
-All Seeing Eye(Detection)
-Energy Platforms
Items In Use
-Scouter
@nextperson
Base PL - 144,040
Super Saiyan PL - 1,584,440
KP - 3/3
| Something Witty! “Hundred Zeni on Pin.” Habana stated with a grin as Jala moved to stand beside her after Habana had wandered off to find a better position to watch the fight from “I think I'll pass, I'm still not entirely sure how this fight will end, without the moon it's likely that we're seeing all the power that the girl has at her disposal, your android friend however.” Jala paused as the fight seemed to grow a bit more intense, the girl landed a few powerful hits on Pin with one strike even managing to hit somewhere that for any other man would have been a BIG problem, luckily for the android he was a fully mechanical being safe from such dangers.
“So he does have more power hidden away...” Habana muttered as her scouter began to rapidly beep indicating a sharp upturn in Pin's power reading “It's as I thought, Androids tend to have a bit of extra latent power they can tap into, a full utilization of there artificial energies.” Jala stated as Pin's power began to level off, a solid boost in power that would hopefully mitigate the loss of his arm.
“Ooh something new..” Habana muttered as Pin unleashed a technique she had not seen during there last fight managing to land a solid combination of hits on the girl before unleashing a burning blast of energy that caught her hair aflame forcing her to slice off her impressive mane of hair. Jala cringed at the sight of that, a Saiyans hair was almost always a static part of them, a constant thing that helped define you're appearance, the idea of such a thing happening to herself was an uncomfortable thought for the older saiyan.
“I believe Pin may have made a mistake there” “Mmh.. Yeah I think she's mad now, but that should make things interesting. Pin's smart though so he should be able to adapt.” Habana stated running a hand over her own hair as she watched the fight progress. Hopefully that anger would not push the girl TOO far, Habana was unsure how lethal the local 'goddess' was willing to get with a fight like this but she had every intention of ensuring things would not get to that point, this fight however was simply reinfocing Habana's hope to bring the girl back into the Empire. She was clearly skilled and as they already knew quite powerful.
| Captain Jala
Active Techniques
-Flight
Items In Use
-Scouter
Ally, 25%
Base PL - 36,010
Overdrive PL - 108,030
KP - 3/3
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Post by Pin on Jan 20, 2016 2:05:39 GMT
Pin gritted his teeth as his fire did little real damage. He'd hoped to set the woman on fire in a more significant fashion, but all he really accomplished was burning away the vast majority of her hair. At least he'd landed a few good blows on the Saiyan woman, but now he'd probably pissed her off. A life spent amongst Saiyans made him fully aware of the pride surrounding a Saiyan's normally immutable hair.
He could feel the heat in his body rising as he watched her fall away, and once her hair was gone, turn back to face him and fire a blast of ki at his missing left arm. This woman spent too much time fighting beasts and plants, too dumb to protect their soft spots from further attack. Pin dipped in the sky sharply, her attack passing all but harmlessly over his shoulder, leaving a mostly cosmetic scorch line on his synthetic flesh.
"Come on, cupcake, don't take it personally. If you'd just have stayed still, you'd still be a shaggy mess," Pin said, talking some absolute shit. An angry opponent was a sloppy opponent, and he needed to keep her angry, needed to poke holes in her pride until she made a mistake.
He soared down to her level head first, narrowing his eyes as if he might go for some sort of flying headbutt, but at the last second shifted positions into a flying knee strike. He followed the knee strike up with a side kick, a heel kick, and an elbow drop aimed at the top of her head. He'd keep up this barrage of kicks, knees, and elbows, keeping her in close quarters to the best of his ability as his body heat continued to rise. As his heat rose, he began to charge another attack in his shoulder cannon, hoping his body's heat would mask the heat within the cannon as it built up a devastating Thermal Detonator.
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-Talked shit
-Launched a series of melee attacks
-Began charging [MP3] Thermal Detonator
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Post by Brassica on Jan 20, 2016 17:29:27 GMT
"The hell's a cupcake? And I live on a planet with volcanoes. First rule, dodge the fire." she called back up, grumbling at the fact that she'd missed, and that he was diving down towards her head-first now. It had to be some kind of ruse... he knows she can tear his limbs off as evidenced by his lack of two arms, so diving in for a headbutt made no sense so his real game had to be... There it was! He may be a machine, but everything had a tell in their movements if one kept their eyes open long enough for it.
As his knee tried to strike her, she in turn went to slam her palm down into his knee, aiming to try and break the servos or bones or whatever it was that he had. The side kick she'd then try to block by attempting to wrap her tail around his limb, trying to then sharply yank the limb in an attempt to tear it off. The heel kick would probably get past her defences whilst she did all this, although she'd try to use her other hand in an attempt to grab the mechanical foes elbow, trying to crush it in her hands in an attempt to render that limb useless as well.
Following all this she would try to match him blow for block before then trying to slam a palm towards his chest, rapidly trying to fire off her Lunar Spear into him at this close range. The Simians surrounding the arena were all watching the fight in silence now as it seemed to draw near its climax.
-Debunked shit
-Launched her own blocks and counter moves, trying to make Pin into the Black Knight
-Fired Lunar Spear
[N1] Lunar Spear: She charges her Ki into her hand as a sphere of white energy, before she then fires it as a destructive beam towards her target.
Lunar Spear PL: 5052.3
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Post by Pin on Jan 20, 2016 23:04:43 GMT
Pin grinned as Brassica blocked, deflected, and countered each of his attacks. He could tell she was trying to wreck his limbs, like she'd wrecked his arm. She was attacking the right places, too. Unfortunately for her, his body was reinforced by his overclocked systems, diverting his stores of energy to critical areas to prevent significant damage like what he'd experienced when his arm came off. Still, he was enjoying this. Fighting an opponent on his own level was a rare treat - he usually either took down insignificant nobodies, or got steamrolled by Habana.
He noticed that the crowd had grown silent as Brassica slammed her palm into his chest. She let loose another one of her brilliant white energy attacks, and while he twisted away in an attempt to minimize the damage, there was no way he'd be able to completely avoid it. He was quick, but not that quick. Not yet. The attack struck him on the left side, and a haze of light grey smoke filled the area as one of his internal cooling fans blew out from the impact.
There was a brief moment of stillness as the smoke disspated. Pin's weighted armor had taken the brunt of the damage, and cracks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact all the way across his torso and up his shoulders. His cape was tattered and dirty, and the left side of his faceplate was now starting to flake away like eggshell, bright orange light escaping through the now-revealed chassis of his head.
The sound of pistons and whining fans grew ever louder. A menacing picture of the indomitable nature of machinery, Pin began to laugh - low and quiet at first, and then louder and more rhythmic. Oh, what a day. What a lovely day.
Once again he was upon Brassica, the young Saiyan goddess, throwing punches with his remaining arms and knees with his legs. He was careful not to overextend his limbs with any attack, as she was likely to keep up her assault on his joints in an attempt to quite literally disarm him. At this point even he could feel the heat coming off of his cannon, and the barrel was glowing white hot with the combination of the heat from his charging attack and the ambient heat from his body.
Normally, Pin considered himself a reasonable person. A halfway honorable person, even. Normally, he would be given a target and pursue that target relentlessly, but humanely. But something happened to Pin whenever he activated his Overdrive Protocols. The rising heat in his body necessitated that power be drawn from certain systems to keep critical combat systems running properly. The first systems to go were the moral centers. To put it bluntly, when Pin activated his Overdrive Protocol, he went from a hunter to something else entirely.
Pin disengaged a few feet from Brassica, and his laughter grew slightly louder. He reached up with his remaining hand and unhooked his weighted armor, the damaged suit falling from his body to land on the floor below with a dull thud. Steam rose from his body. He aimed his shoulder cannon at Brassica, but only for a moment. It lingered on her briefly before turning on her people. He looked at the Simians below, picking out a face - the face of the Simian that they'd met shortly after arriving. Jul'ica was it's name.
"I wonder what they'll make me the god of..." Pin said quietly, almost deliriously. His left eye cracked, flooding with that same orange light that shone from within him. Flames licked the left side of his face as the energy ignited the edges of his broken faceplate.
With that, he launched his attack into the crowd.
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-Talked shit, got hit
-Removed his weighted clothing. Unweighted, Overdrive PL is 76,749
-Fired Thermal Detonator at innocent bystanders. Is a horrible person.
[MP3] Thermal Detonator: Pin has upgraded his Shoulder Cannon to include a devastating explosive mode. The cannon fires a small and relatively unassuming ball of energy at incredible speed. That ball explodes with massive force upon impact.
Charged Thermal Detonator PL is 153,498.
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Post by Brassica on Jan 21, 2016 8:37:28 GMT
The Saiyan Goddess' face contorted in a grimace. Her attacks weren't doing anything, despite the fact that she was hitting all the vital areas that she needed to... whatever the android was doing to power himself up, it must be doing something to strengthen his physical defences as well. It was then that she noticed the cannon was lighting up, and her eyes widened. How long had that thing been building up power for?! When he disengaged from her, she tried to figure out what he was up to... if he'd fired it when she was busy trying to block his physical attacks, then he would most certainly have hit her... why back up and give her room to move?
When the cannon was turned on the crowd, her eyes widened briefly before narrowing, her lips splitting into a feral snarl. "You bastard!" she roared before she streaked towards the crowd, moving herself into position between her people, her sister, and his overwhelming attack. The moment she got into position, she fired another Lunar Spear towards the attack, trying to mitigate some of the fire power. Her own white beam of energy collided with his orange fires, the two briefly struggling for a mere moment before his fires started to consume her energy and resume its path towards them.
Brassica grit her teeth as she made herself as wide as she possibly could. "I swore to protect my family from anything... and I keep my oaths!" she roared as she prepared herself to be engulfed by the fire as a living shield for the Simians behind her.
Tried to lessen the impact
Charged Thermal Detonator 153,498 VS Lunar Spear 5052.3 = 148,445.7 PL remaining
Brassica braces herself for impact
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Queen Habana
Moderator
Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 21, 2016 18:59:36 GMT
Commander Habana
Active Techniques
-All Seeing Eye(Detection)
-Energy Platforms
Items In Use
-Scouter
Pin
Base PL - 144,040
Super Saiyan PL - 1,584,440
KP - 3/3
Technique Used
Kinetic Breaker 100% SSJ PL
| Legendary Power Habana frowned as she watched the battle progress, while she was unable to feel Pin's energy properly via her normal methods due to the nature of how his energy functioned she was beginning to get a strangely 'off' feeling from her friend, it had begun when he'd started pushing his limits further to more properly compete with the girl but grew even more intense as he began charging up his attack, his actions had become more.. brutal almost, something that was eerily reminiscent of her own battle with Maeve Rakshasa on Earth. It was only thanks to Maeve possessing a deep well of power to draw upon that she was able to stand against Habana's initial transformation and bring her back to her senses.The goddess of the Simians lacked that power, and as the fight progressed it became clearer that while she had skill for combat and plenty of power she lacked a particularly deep level of training, she never used any techniques that utilized more than a third of her potential power where Pin, a warrior of roughly similar strength could throw out much bigger techniques. “He can't be serious” Jala muttered as Pin made his intentions with his charged technique QUITE clear to the girl. “He's going to blow this if he attacks them. I'll deal with him.” Jala stated beginning to pull herself to her feet “No” Habana stated calmly halting Jala from moving further. “I'll handle it, were still not sure how your modifications will work, I'd rather not chance it, and anyway hes putting out more than you can handle at least immediately.” Habana stated as she stood, the sky slowly growing a bit more cloudy as she did, Jala would have been offended by the assertion if it had been from anyone else, and as well if it hadn't been true. “He's my problem to deal with” Habana stated her statement punctuated by the dull rumble of far of thunder.Brassica was doing her very best to fend off Pin's attack, it was a rather unassuming bolt of energy but Habana's scouter and eye told her a VERY different story about it's power. Brassica's Ki bolt struck it and did very nearly nothing to hinder it, it halted the blast for all of a second or two before being consumed. Kicking off the ground Habana bolted into the air combining her platform creation with the after-image technique to swiftly place herself in the path of Pin's thermal detonator, just a few feet in front of Brassica.“ENOUGH” Habana's roared as her body was engulfed in golden fire, her hair tore free from it's bindings as it became a spiked tangle of gold, the thermal detonator entered her reach just as the golden fire ran it's way down her shoulder and around her fist. Habana threw a hard right at Pin's attack, first causing it to unleash it's own full explosive power and then unleashing her own attack's might, the full power of a Kinetic Breaker while in her super saiyan state was FAR beyond the detonator and the attack was all but completely nullified.
With the attack dealt with Habana would vanish from in front of Brassica, appearing immediately in front of Pin, a likely all too familiar occurrence for the Android. Unlike there spar however the Habana that appeared before him was not interested in a friendly spar, she was decidedly more angry. “Stand down Pin. Now. You're letting your power get to you.” Habana commanded hoping that the utterly overwhelming odds would be enough to bring Pin to his senses.
Jala stood in awe, she'd known Habana was a super saiyan for quite a while, she'd known of the resurgence of the legendary state for even longer, but this was the first time she was getting to personally experience it and in spite of being unable to 'feel' energy like her daughter she found herself capable of feeling the danger and power the state exuded even before her scouter began going berserk trying to retrieve a proper reading on Habana's power, it finally settled at over one and a half million, more than every being present at the celebration several times over.
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Post by Pin on Jan 21, 2016 23:16:15 GMT
Pin watched, a wide grin plastered across what was left of his shattered face, as Brassica took the bait. He hadn’t truly intended on hurting any of the bystanding Simians, but truth be told they were the only way he could be sure that she wouldn’t dodge his attack. She’d shown herself to be rather weaselly. The synthetic hair on the left side of his head began to catch fire. If he’d had real organic hair, his entire head would have gone up in flames, but the synthetic hair burned slow, producing a thick, foul-smelling smoke.
Then it happened in a flash. Habana’s voice echoed throughout the arena, and Pin’s internal scouter all but exploded as her power spiked more than tenfold. She took to the sky, stood between his thermal detonator and Brassica, and with her own immense attack completely obliterated the detonator in mid-air, safely away from the Simians watching.
Then, in a heartbeat, she was in front of him, barking orders. She was a glorious vision in gold. This was a side of her he’d never seen - serious and powerful. He’d imagined what the Super Saiyan form would be like in person, but nothing could have prepared him for this. She was the true goddess here. In that moment, whatever Pin had become in his overdrive was in love.
Still, the fight wasn’t over yet. Brassica still stood. Their primitive ritual couldn’t possibly be complete. Pin clenched his right fist, his hand hovering near his pistol. He’d become so much more powerful since he first met Habana. He’d wanted to show her that power. He still could.
A light came on behind his right eye, a yellow backlit circle behind his iris, and the sound of pistons and fans began to diminish. The fire that had been spreading across his face died out as his body temperature began to drop. His faceplate was a wreck, half his hair was missing, and one of his eyes was all but shattered. He was missing an arm. He was half-naked. He looked at Habana, then at Brassica and the Simians, and averted his gaze towards the ground.
“A-affirmative, Commander. Forgive my...enthusiasm.”
He quickly landed, picking his damaged weighted clothing off the ground and putting it back on to the best of his ability with one arm. He picked up his arm and slung it over his shoulder. And finally, without looking anyone in the eye, he retrieved his helmet and slipped it back over his head, hiding his face. He sat next to Jala, holding his severed arm by the wrist.
“We don’t have to worry about her safety. Everyone on this planet could gang up on her and she’d walk away without a scratch,” Pin said, his voice listless and distant. He wasn’t okay.
What the hell had just happened? He wasn’t upset that Habana had stopped him, had gotten in the way of his frankly very impressive attack. He was glad for it. What was he thinking out there? Attacking innocent people, to the potential detriment to the mission was just not the kind of person he was. If nothing else, he was more professional than that. What he’d just done remind him more of his mother.
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-Came out of Overdrive
-Put Heavy Weights back on
-Questioned existence
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Post by Brassica on Jan 22, 2016 0:05:01 GMT
As she braced herself for the fire to strike her, an entirely different fire got in the way of it, easily batting it to the air. Brassica's eyes widened as she beheld the radiant golden form before her that had moments before been Commander Habana. The Simians around the arena all similarly stared at her in awe, and there was silence. The Saiyan Goddess couldn't believe what she was seeing... a real Super Saiyan, right in front of her... She cast her gaze to the markers, and then back up to the sky.
The silence was broken with the peals of her growing laughter. The Simians all turned their eyes to her, wondering what was going on before they saw the same thing as she had just witnessed. The moon had passed from the sun's light and was even now diminishing back into the obscurity of the day... just as the Moon Goddess power had diminished before the brilliance of the Sun Goddess before the fires of the metal warrior, who's fury was as that of the volcanoes.
"My family, the Age of the Moon has passed." she declared, a tinge of sadness in her voice at the proclamation. "Through the fires and trials of combat in the eclipse of the last age, and sacrifice on both parts, it is now clear... the Age of the Sun has come." said Brassica. "And with it, comes a new time for the Simian's!" she said, a growing clamour spreading throughout the arena as they began to cheer, one word slowly emerging from their chanting. Sun.
Brassica closed her eyes for a moment before she made her way towards Habana, bowing her head towards the Super Saiyan warrior. "You came here looking for Saiyans..." she said softly before biting her thumb till it drew blood, took hold of her own tail and offered it towards Habana. "Then you shall have them." said the Saiyan Goddess, awaiting the response of the newly dubbed Sun Goddess. Whatever Habana's response, she would let out a slow breath. "There is but one last part of the ritual before it is complete. We need to visit the Ancient, one of the Mammothians that lives in the nearby mountain... Hopefully they should be awake." Brassica said before she began to fly her way towards the mountain viewable in the distance.
As she flew, assuming Habana was following, she would begin to explain. "According to the old legends, the Mammothians could get glimpses of events yet to come. But only after an eclipse, when the veil of the world is thin... and assuming they were even awake to let them know what they have seen." she said to the Super Saiyan commander. "So, as one Age ends and the next one starts, the leaders of each race travel to their nearest Ancient to see if they have seen anything for the coming Age. It's the one time that this world stops the eternal cycle of hunted and hunter." she said as they drew closer to the mountain.
As they approach the mountain a massive cave entrance could be seen at its base, easily twenty feet tall and just as wide. Brassica landed before continuing on inside on foot, using her ki to generate a soft light. The interior walls were daubed with red painted murals depicting events of the past... or of the future. There was one which showed a tree atop a snowflake, and another which showed a massive ape with one arm fighting what looked to be a yellow insect with a tail. There were etchings of large snakes with horns, breathing onto stick figures or orbs surrounded by stars. And then there were those that showed wars, with bodies littering the jungle floors.
Eventually they came to the true heart of the mountain... where a massive figure sat against the wall, tusks as thick as tree trunks, fur as dense as stone... and eyes wide open, glimmering with an emerald light. Brassica immediately kneeled before the titanic figure. "Ancient One." she spoke, a rumbling filling the cavern that was soon made evident to be the Mammoth's voice. "Moon, too long has it been... and I see one of the distant Suns has come as well..." the creature spoke, its voice sounding as if it was coming from the depths of the earth itself. "The old Age has passed into the new... and we beg of you Ancient One..." began Brassica before she felt a wind pass through her hair.
"I know, I know... I think in light of your guests, we can skip the formalities this Age..." he said, almost sounding amused by it all... if rather tired as well. He briefly closed his eyes before lifting his trunk towards a portion of the wall, Brassica's eyes following it. "A darkness spreads across the new born old homeland of horned serpents. Abominations of flesh and metal lurk and cancer upon an orb of blue and green. A frigid wind prepares to spread across the stars." the Ancient proclaimed, his trunk pointing to each of the murals that were freshly painted... with that looked to be fresh blood. "This Age will be more harsh than any other for many lifetimes... and this world will not see another." he said, Brassica sharply looking to the new mural, her eyes widening as she saw nothing but fire shown there.
"...They're not stretching are they?" she asked warily, the gargantuan figure slowly shaking his massive head. "No... they are... but only so they may unleash their full might. This is what I have seen Moon child... now... I must sleep..." he said wearily, Brassica standing up. "Please, come with me back to the city... I can-" she began to say before she fell to her knees at a sharp shake of the earth. "I cannot... my time has come... our first is always our last..." he said before he fell into his sleep once more. Brassica shook her head before she looked to one of the older murals, almost faded... but saw what it depicted. A crude image of a mammoths tusk, with a symbol depicting both the moon and the sun beneath a mountain.
Brassica turned her focus back to Habana and the others if they'd followed her. "Commander Habana, are any of your crew proficient with starships? I've been able to cobble together one inside the temple that should in theory be large enough, but it's a little temperamental." she asked, her eyes widening as the earth shook once more.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 24, 2016 7:14:39 GMT
Commander Habana
Active Techniques
-All Seeing Eye(Detection)
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Pin
Base PL - 144,040
Super Saiyan PL - 1,584,440
KP - 3/3
| Escape! Habana was unsure what to expect out of Pin, would he try and attcack her in his distorted state? Habana had been lucky to have an opponent who could stand against her on equal terms, Pin however had the two extremes, an opponent below his power enough to be utterly dominated if he so chose to, and an ‘opponent’ far beyond his ability to even comprehend properly fighting. Neither could offer Pin a fight he would truly enjoy but with any luck his altered state would be one more easily remidied than Habana’s. A few tense moments passed as Habana stared the android down ready to resposition herself he he sought to attack around her at others. But thankfully it was an uncessary preperation as Pin slowle seemed to come back to his right mind as his systems began to slow back down to normal levels.
Habana would float down alongside him as Pin gathered up his things “Forgiven, it happens to the best of us.” Habana said with a nod shortly before they landed with Pin moving off to rejoin a still stunned Jala, the woman was pleased to see Habana’s display of power and fury was more than enough to reign in Pin and likewise was glad to see that the android was not seemingly just forcing himself to not continue his actions, he seemed genuinely bothered by what had happened.
Habana’s attention was drawn away from them as Brassica spoke up, declaring the passing of the ‘Age of the Moon’ and the coming of the ‘Age of the Sun’ it brought a small grin to her face at the thought, and before she could even begin to wonder if the Simians would accept such a procolomation they began chanting. Habana glanced around at the Simians and now she could really understand why Brassica had stayed here, it felt GOOD to be worshiped.
Habana raised an eyebrow as Brassica bit her thumb and used the same hand to offer her her tail, it was a strange gesture but one that especially with Brassica’s words made clear her intentions, Habana would look to the girl for a sign of how it was she was supposed to respond, to mimic the gesture? To take the girls tail with her own? With her indication Habana would complete the gesture before Brassica would explain the next part of the ritual, the final piece. They were to meet with one of the ‘Mammothians’ evidently the titanic creatures she had described not only possesed great size and strength but some sort of psychic power.
Habana would gesture for Jala and Pin to follow, an action that Jala at the very least would pick up on and move to follow provided she could get the morose Android to join as well “Lets go bucket head. You can be mopey later.” Jala stated her tone half joking half serious.
Meething with the Mammothian called the ‘Ancient One’ was an interesting event, the titanous creature clearly possesed a rather vast wisdom, it already knew that Habana had been proclaimed the ‘sun’ and curiously refrenced ‘distant suns’ was he speaking of the other super saiyans? Mayze, Zucceta, and.. Habana’s mouth twitch in anger. Natto. Habana remained silent allowing Brassica to do the talking with the Ancient One. It spoke of vague prophecys that did not bode particularly well for the universe, but Habana felt confident in the Empire, nothing he said implicitly sounded dangerous to it, the ‘cancer upon a blue and green orb’ was a curious statement. Was that Earth he spoke of? ‘Blue and green orb’ was perhaps one of the most common descriptions of the world.
Then the Mammothian gave perhaps the most immedietly worrying news, that this planet was not likely to see another Age, Brassica seemed to understand this better, and the rumbling that followed shortly after confirmed it. The volcano’s. So many active volcanos of such large size would very likely decimate the world’s population, the world itself would likely survive, though the life on it would probably not. The girl tried to offer the Ancient One a means of escape, but he seemed ready to accept his fate. Habana would place a hand on the girls shoulder “Pin’s good with mechanics, he even does his own ship’s maintenance I believe. Between it and the Pixie we should be able to make things work.” Habana offered. “I’d offer to try and stop the volcano’s myself but honestly I wouldn't know where to begin other than hitting them really hard and who knows if that would work. So your ideas probably best, let’s get to work.”
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Post by Pin on Jan 25, 2016 23:49:41 GMT
Pin followed Jala and Habana. He'd considered arguing with Jala, but the idea of protesting that he wasn't moping would only make him look more like he was moping. Besides, with the way he felt, he wasn't entirely sure that she was wrong.
As the four flew to their destination, Pin listened to Brassica speak. She explained that there was still another part to the ritual, a prophecy to be received as this Age ended. A prophecy to be received from something called a Mammothian. Pin's curiosity was piqued.
The Mammothian's home was fascinating. Huge, and covered in odd carvings, Pin had no shortage of things to look at. And the Mammothian itself, enormous and imposing, but at the same time unthreatening. It had no interest in conflict, but could weather a good storm, of that Pin was certain.
As the Mammothian spoke, Pin wasn't sure he entirely followed what he meant. All he knew was that when the creature mentioned abominations of flesh and metal, he winced. He himself wasn't a cyborg, but he had a lot in common with cyborgs and to hear them called abominations felt like a slight against himself. Still, Pin had shown enough fury today, and would keep his dumb mouth shut.
And then the Mammothian passed, and Pin was oddly sad to see it go. He was shaken from his grief as talk of mechanics came up.
''I should be more than capable of fixing your ship, if you'll allow me to take a look at it. My father built me to be as competent with machines as he was - which means, luckily for us, I can fix most ships with one hand tied behind my back. I'll be happy to lend as much room as I can spare on the Pixie, as well.''
It would be the least he could do to make up for how their fight had ended.
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Post by Brassica on Jan 26, 2016 0:55:28 GMT
Brassica shook her head at Habana's half-offer to punch the volcanoes. "Doubt that would work anyway... there are hundreds of them dotting this planet, and some of the mountains are merely sleeping ones, that will no doubt blow their ancient tops when the rest start up." she said, starting to make her way out of the cave at top speed. She looked towards Pin and nodded.
"Well, since you've only got the one arm right now that's a good thing." she quipped with a smirk before her face fell back into a serious expression. "I'll try to get the more vulnerable ones onto your Pixie first then, the old and very young, and the rest onto the Ark." said the Saiyan Goddess before she winced. "Fair warning though, its a bit of a mess of parts. Managed to scrounge it up from Namekians, Yardrats, Konatsans, humans, and even an Arcosian ship once. Don't even ask me how the things working to begin with cus I've got no clue..."
With that said she continued to fly as fast as she could towards the Temple City. As they got closer, she looked to Pin once more. "The ship's inside the temple. Go through that entrance there," she said, pointing to a distant hole in the temple, "take the first left, then the second right. You'll come to a dead end. Press the third stone slab in from the right, seven slabs up from the floor. That'll get you into the hanger bay. The power core is running, but I've only got it powering the Gravity Chamber I've got on board... engines and life support are the main concern. If you have to shut down all power to the Gravity Chamber, do it." she said, not waiting for a reply.
Soon after she was slamming into the arena floor like a meteor, the Simians all around looking to their Goddess and the newcomers with great concern as the earth shook once more. "My people! We do not have much time. The Ancients have given their final prophecy... The Age Of The Sun shall be the final age this world sees, and for the rest of the stars beyond it shall be a tumultuous one." declared Brassica, whispers filling the arena as the air became heavy with concern and despair.
Brassica flared with as much power as she could muster, her body firing with a white aura around herself. "We shall endure and survive!" roared the Saiyan Goddess, the whispers falling silent. "We have endured hardships before, from floods and the huntings from the predator races, to dust storms and jungle fires, from the very jungle itself! We shall endure this new Age, and come out the stronger for it!" Brassica declared. "But the Ancient said-" came out a voice from the crowd, Brassica swiftly interrupting before the momentum was lost. "Yes, that this world would not see another Age. But! There are others we can traverse to!" she said, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again.
"We will travel through the stars to my birth-world. To the world of the Saiyans, where no one is god." said Brassica, the arena completely silent. Soon though a single sound broke the silence, that of wood tapping its way across the stone floor. An old Simian, the one from before, approached the Saiyan girl. He swiftly rapped her on the head with his staff, the Saiyan grimacing and holding her head from the pain. "Ow!" she cried out, pulling a face at him. "My daughter," the Simian said as he looked at her, "it matters not if you are titled goddess or not to us... We figured it out a while ago." he said with a smirk. Brassica blinked before pouting at him. "Then why all this then Father eh? Why keep it up?" she asked, the old Simian chuckling.
"Because we did not know what to call you. And besides, you helped us through so much, even when you knew nothing of this world or its hidden dangers." he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. He looked around the arena before smiling down at the girl. "Plus, you did help to curb some of the more rambunctious ones with your tournaments which was a great boon to the females and us old ones." A brief chuckle filled the air before the earth shook once more, ending the mood. Brassica looked around at the others before briefly hugging the old Simian before she addressed the crowd once more.
"Everyone who is able, help those who are not onto the ship Habana came on. Those not involved with that, make your way for the temple immediately! Inside is another ship that is much larger and should be able to hold us all. Inside you'll find the man I was fighting earlier. Do NOT interrupt his work, or touch anything inside the ship... if he asks you to help with something, do so exactly as he tells you to." ordered Brassica, the Simians scattering to do as they were bidden. She looked to her Father once more. "We shall see each other on this birth-world of yours my daughter. Now, go. I'll be fine." he said, the Saiyan nodding before she looked to Habana. As she was about to say something, the earth shook once more. Brassica sniffed the air quickly, grimacing at the scent in the wind. "Sulfur... it's starting. I'd guess we've got maybe... ten, twenty minutes before they erupt, an hour at most."
She was silent for a second before she looked to the temple. "There's something down below we've got to get before this place goes up in flames." she said, looking down towards their feet. Her fingers were tracing something in the air, her mouth opening and closing as if she was reciting some sort of directions or something. "Should be right about... there." said Brassica before she charged her energy into her hand and fired it towards the ground, starting to drill her way through. "There's a natural spring below the temple, deep in the earth that has amazing restorative properties. I've seen people on the verge of death come back full of life after just a few minutes resting in its waters." she explained. "Figure the Empire may want to take a look at it... and before you ask why we don't have it up here with proper access..." she said as they tunnel was formed.
Down below they could see the floor... moving?! "Those. They don't seem to have any mind except basic instinct, and so much as a single touch and it consumes you... sort of like those Majin things on Earth that my pod's database told me about." explained Brassica before she looked to her guests. "Don't suppose you have anything aboard your ship that can contain the water without spilling it?" she inquired.
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The arena is outside, not inside the temple... my bad :3 )
