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Post by Abzerute on Jan 20, 2016 21:10:18 GMT
PL: 40,904 Heavy Weights: ON Weighted PL: 10,226 Suppressed Form: ON Paengi
"What do you mean, its not picking up anything yet?" growled the bronze Arcosian as he checked in with his ship via his Scouter whilst he stood atop a mesa. He grumbled as he listened to the Majin twins that were one person make excuses before he snarled, immediately silencing them. "Enough. Only contact me when it finally detects a Dragon Ball or there are signatures inbound for the ship." he ordered, the twin Majins on the other end of the call agreeing before he terminated the transmission. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "I swear, if this whole Dragon Ball business is a wild goose chase, I am may just decide to destroy this world, just to watch and see how it is revived again." he growled. "Right after I make that damnable human wet himself and need aid for his bowel movements for the rest of his life." Abzerute snarled, as he considered who had been the one to inform him that these Dragon Balls even existed in the first place. The bronze Arcosian sighed before he began to check his Scouter for any nearby power levels. Maybe he'd have better luck interrogating one of the local inhabitants of this planet in trying to locate... or at the very least verify the existence of these supposed omnipotent wish granting orbs. He tilted his head a little as he detected a power level of around six thousand units. He checked his own power level, factoring in for his weighted armour and grinned. Should be enough for some conversation... Abzerute immediately took off in the direction of the power level, his Scouter set to continuous scan mode, just in case anyone else decided to turn up. |
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Post by Paengi on Jan 21, 2016 2:59:12 GMT
Paengi flipped backwards, Ki flowing through him. He felt a silver blur behind him but knew it wasn’t good enough. Why couldn’t he perfect this technique? He tried dashing forward, releasing Ki behind him. He shot forward but it was nowhere near fast enough. Why couldn’t he just perfect afterimage! If according to Samuka he was one of the strongest, then he knew he had to be ready. He wasn’t becoming stronger, but would make sure he had more capabilities. That wasn't the same as becoming stronger, was it? No- it wasn’t, he determined. This would allow him to use his power better, not simply becoming stronger. He wouldn’t allow himself to try to gain strength- he wasn’t good enough for that. His will- he didn’t have a strong enough will. If he got power, seeked power. He knew he would be consumed by that feeling, the want for power. He wouldn't let it happen.
Paengi looked up as the warrior caste leader dropped out of the sky. Samuka landed by him. Paengi quickly stood up, ready to do whatever the leader wanted. ”Paengi, I’ve got a task for you,” he said to him. Paengi waited, ready for anything. ”We have reports of an alien that arrived here on Namek. We need to ensure any aliens arriving here are friendly. If not, the warrior clan will be on full alert. We have no idea what powers could be coming. Up north,” he said showing what direction it was in.
”I’ll take care of it,” Paengi quickly stated as his silver aura shot in place around him. He soared into the sky, and tore through the atmosphere like a silver bullet. He was soon feeling wind tearing about him, as he thought. Was he really one of the strongest? It certainly seemed so, as it appeared that Paengi was the errand boy at this point.
Paengi landed, seeing a ship in the distance. Perhaps the alien was here. He continued to walk, then saw someone. Some sort of bronze like alien was there. Paengi quickly floated upwards, levitating. He didn’t have the delicate Ki sense most dragon clan members had, but he could tell this was someone strong. ”Alien!” he shouted, remembering the sight of the first alien he had seen. Red flashed in his vision as he remembered the feeling of his body being incinerated. ”State your intentions. Any person who will become a threat to Namek, shall be dealt with by me!”
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 21, 2016 9:46:18 GMT
Abzerute paused in his stride as the source of the power level actually came to him. They're making this too easy. he thought to himself with a slight smirk as he watched them approach. Standard typical fare for a Namekian by all appearances at the least. Definitely one of their warrior types, going from the sheer amount of bravado this one was putting out in his declarations. The bronze Arcosian sighed and shook his head. "Now is that any way to greet a visitor? Shameful, absolutely shameful." he said, folding his arms across his chest. "But, I'll let it slide since you were only just recently revived after that unfortunate incident involving Earth's rogue killer robot." said Abzerute as he took a few steps towards the Namekian.
"I would state my intentions but I think a history lesson is in order... your world missed out quite a few things during its time it spent destroyed." he remarked. "After your world and everyone on it went kaboom, the Solar Saiyan Empire attacked the Arcosian Empire, that's what I am by the way, an Arcosian or you may better know my race by the term Changeling." the bronze bio-armoured warrior began to instruct. "Anyway, the SSE struck at the heart of the Arcosian Empire rather swiftly, killing several hundreds in the process, and used a terrible biological weapon they dubbed as the Tree Of Might to drain all life from our homeworld and capital. Which they then promptly ate the fruits of, before then making their way to attack Earth and try to conquer it." Abzerute said in summary to the warrior.
"Now, Earth obviously survived, hence how you're here. They utilised something I believe you may have heard about yes in order to revive your entire planet and people? These so called Dragon Balls." said the bronze Arcosian, eyeing the Namekian Warrior carefully for any sign of a reaction to the name. Anything at all, even the faintest flicker... "So, by now you could guess at my purpose here yourself, assuming you've been keeping up." Abzerute stated, wondering if the Namekian could put two and two together to come up with four.
It not only served as an exercise in cognitive thinking, but it gave Abzerute a chance to gauge how quick on the uptake this warrior could be. The Arcosian may absolutely dwarf this abrasive fool in terms of sheer power, but sometimes it was the more cunning foe who won the battle. He gave the Namekian time to supply an answer, if he could before he went ahead and told him the answer a couple minutes of silence later. "I heard that there were Dragon Balls here, and intend to use them to restore my own world. If they can restore a world that was shattered into dust and asteroids, along with all the people that had been on it at the time, then surely they can perform a much simpler task of just restoring life to a world." he explained, wondering how this warrior would react to his intentions.
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Post by Paengi on Jan 21, 2016 16:05:38 GMT
Paengi listened as the arcosian told him a story. Apparently something called the SSE had destroyed a planet with a bio-weapon. He was then told about how the dragon balls on earth had been used to revive Namek. So that’s how they were alive… he had to tell Samuka. He wondered if it was common knowledge that earth had the special orbs too… Of course the next bit of information gave Paengi a bad feeling. It looked like he was in for a fight. ”I’m sorry, but the dragon balls are ours. They belong to Namek, not to random aliens coming in and taking them! You may think that it’s a tourist spot but I’m sorry to tell you, you aren’t getting them!” he shouted. His silver aura went into place around him, and he clenched his fist. Why were so many people after the dragon balls. They were the sacred possession of the namekians, not something for everyone to take. He knew he had to alert the warrior clan. Namek would be full alert. He guessed this wouldn’t be the last alien seeking their mystical possession. ”Good luck finding them anyway. They have been hidden away, so people like you can’t take them. Now, I suggest you back off. If not, I will defeat you.”
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 21, 2016 16:27:17 GMT
The bronze Arcosian smirked. "So, the Dragon Balls do indeed exist." he said after the Namekian's little outburst. "I was wondering if it was just a bit of... wishful thinking if you'll pardon the unintentional pun, along with some misinformation." said Abzerute with a snicker before he looked at the Namekian Warrior properly. He gave a sigh, his tail swishing from side to side as he shook his head. "So, its perfectly fine for another worlds sacred relics to be used for your benefit, but completely abhorrent for someone else to do the same for their destroyed world?" he inquired of the warrior, raising an eyebrow at the silver aura blazing around him. "I do hope for your sake this isn't the prevalent attitude of all Namekians, or this is going to get very tiresome."
He began to chuckle at the situation and the warrior's words. "Oh now that is simply adorable." he said as he looked at the Warrior through his Scouter. "How do you propose to defeat me when your power level isn't even close to seven thousand units, let alone ten thousand?" Abzerute inquired of the Namekian, taking another step forward. "Oh, and before you try to use whatever you call a brain in there, ten thousand isn't my full power in this form. In fact, it is just barely a quarter of it." he informed the Namekian as he watched him. "Now then, I'll make this simple... you inform me where the Dragon Balls are hidden, I use them to revive my world, then we can all be on our merry way and never have to see each other again hmm?" Abzerute suggested.
"Because, if you don't tell me where they are, then I'll have to go looking for them... and I'm not the only alien visitor to your world. I detected another vessel landing on this world that my scanners did not recognise around the same time as I made landing." he decided to inform the proud Namekian Warrior. "Now, do you really want this world and your people torn up in this little race for the Dragon Balls, just after you all came back to life?" the bronze Arcosian asked him. "Or, are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Abzerute's tail swished from side to side, like the pendulum of a clock ticking down the time.
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Post by Paengi on Jan 21, 2016 20:00:58 GMT
Paengi gritted his teeth as the alien didn’t give up. ”They are our sacred artifacts, for our use. We have the right to judge who can use them. Not you!” he shouted, ready to fight. He didn’t feel good about his odds but wouldn’t give up. ”If you want to revive your world, find some other way to do it. We are the creators of the dragon balls, so it is only right we should be revived by them.” The outsider then changed the subject, telling that Paengi had less than seven thousand power level, much less ten thousand. His brows raised, confusion surrounding him. Power levels? He had no idea what it meant but he guessed they revealed how weak he was compared to the enemy. He then declared that that was less than a quarter of his own. He had no idea if that was much, but atleast put on a fake face to appear like he knew what it meant. ”I will not show you the dragon balls. They are hidden for a reason. I will not simply give them to you,” he told him. He listened as the alien continued past his suggestion, telling how he was not alone. Apparently at least one other craft had landed on Namek. Paengi felt a pit in his gut, knowing they were in trouble. He had to ensure the warrior caste knew about it. However, he would worry about it later. For now he had to deal with this outsider. His eyes then went wide as the invader threatened the people on Namek, telling how he would tear them apart looking for the dragon balls.
Paengi stood his ground, gulping. He had to make a decision. Finally he came to it. ”I already know there is a high possibility of casualties. You said torn up in the race, meaning that you are all against each other. Regardless of who has our support, each of you will attack each other and us looking for them. From this judgement, I have decided. You are not to touch our possessions.” Paengi then closed his eyes. He was nowhere near strong enough to defeat this foe. He had to become stronger- and he would accept this fact. If he survived this, he had to be stronger. It may cost him something, but he had to try to defend Namek. Paengi recalled an ancient warrior caste technique, and began using it. He felt his Ki, curled up like a snake, and unraveled it. He felt it move under his control, and brought it swinging around. He swung it back and forth, back and forth, letting the Ki slowly escape him. He then moved it rapidly, spinning it like a tornado. He pushed it in all directions, moving his body with it. Paengi felt a thrill as his ki expanded, and his body with it. He became massive in size, like a giant. His eyes opened as he stared at the now tiny alien. He was maybe a fourth or fifth of his size. ”SILVER! CHIMERA!” he began screaming, silver energy travelling around his whole body.
[Great Namek used- 24,000 Power Level. Silver Chimera Rush charging- currently 1584; KP 1/3]
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 21, 2016 21:13:11 GMT
The bronze Arcosian sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the Namekian continued to refuse to cooperate. "Just my luck to find the most stubborn fool member of the species first." he muttered to himself whilst the Warrior ranted on at him about sacred this, and hidden that, and rights. Then he started to talk about high possibility of casualties, and Abzerute raised an eyebrow. "At what point did I suggest I'd be the one tearing up your people? That would not benefit me at all, as I still require information on how to work them." he said, sighing as it seemed the Namekian Warrior wasn't going to contemplate using his brain.
And then something interesting occured, the bronze Arcosian's Scouter tracking the increase in the Namekian's power as he increased in size as well. "Oh now that is interesting!" he called up, grinning at the sight of the massive giant Namekian standing before him. "But sadly, it is a rather inefficient transformation by my people's standards." declared Abzerute. With his armour on him, the Namekians power was double that of his own... and honestly, he didn't feel like wasting a transformation on this fool. He could easily don his Brute Form to deal with this giant Namekian transformation... but he figured a much more abject lesson was in order about his place in the pecking order here.
Abzerute removed his weighted armour with a few quick snaps, his full power rocketing into life in a purple aura around himself even as the armour made several small craters in the ground as they landed. He looked up at the massive giant who still dwarfed him in size as the Namekian began to charge up a stupid sounding technique. "Really? You yell out the names of your techniques?" he asked him, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Pathetic. What are you? Four years old?" he asked, charging up energy at the tip of his fingers. He raised his hand towards his head before then swinging it downwards, an arc of purple ki energy firing out towards the Namekian that would attempt to slice through the titan's leg.
"If you're going to attack, then just attack. Especially if you've just yelled out the name of your attack. It's basic combat strategy one oh one." he said with a sigh. "If this is the best that Namek's warriors can offer, then its no wonder it was destroyed by a single renegade robot. I hope for your sake that you're not the best there is on this world... or else those that are coming here will be far less lenient than I. Now, are you going to tell me what I want, or do I have to carve my questions into your flesh?"
Removed Heavy Weights, PL = 40,904
[N1] Death Wave: To use this, Abzerute puts his middle and index fingers together and charges energy at their tips. He then swings his fingers in an arc, creating a large Death Beam in the form of a razor-sharp energy blade that can slice through objects, terrain or even people.
Death Wave PL: 13,498.32
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Post by Paengi on Jan 22, 2016 15:55:31 GMT
Paengi stared as weights suddenly dropped off of him, and he felt the air pressure multiply. Someone with this much power… he knew at this point he stood no chance. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t simply give up, he had to try. But what was the point if he simply was killed? Samuka had to know there were multiple aliens seeking the dragon balls. Of course, in reality there were no dragon balls currently. He remembered the old rhyme that had been passed down.
The mystical stones are dreaming
Their sleep as hard as stone
Hail the praised one our hero,
For he will turn them from stone!
No one knew exactly what the poetic myth meant, however many popular guesses had risen over the years. According to some of their hypothesis, the dragon balls were all stoned, unable to be used for wishes until a new guru replaced the current one. Some even claimed the so called prophet Helix was the “praised one.” Pae personally had no ideas on it, but he didn’t care. He was here to defend Namek, not to speculate on rhymes. It was time to do his duty.
He felt silver Ki fly around his body, power rising. ”RUSH!” he finished, shouting the words to help him concentrate. Besides the power advantage, he had chosen rush over fist for a key reason. Silver Chimera Fist was difficult to pull off at this size, but Silver Chimera Rush was much different. Instead of coating only his fist with his power, his whole body was cloaked. This allowed him much more versatility. He could use any body part in his rush, making it much easier to hit the foe. He finally finished charging, and charged at his foe(that wording though). He felt Ki travel around him, ready to strike. The ground cracked under his feet, small dents appearing as he took running steps. Suddenly the enemy raised his fingers, and a beam appears. His eyes went wide as he let his Ki loose and began his attack, a flurry of punches coming through the tech and then continuing on, attempting to kick the arcosian, and if Abzerute were to jump upwards, he would try to go in for punches.
[Silver Chimera Rush used- 31680 PL, attacked Death Wave with it, resulting in a loss of power level; Silver Chimera Rush left with 18182 PL to attack with]
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 23, 2016 1:14:29 GMT
The bronze Arcosian raised an eyebrow as his Death Wave didn't do as much to the gigantic warrior as he had expected, although that may be due to the rather ill-named technique the Namekian was utilising. Although his Death Wave had indeed mitigated some of the power coming towards him in a flurry of fists and a kick, which to be brutally honest he felt was completely unneeded given the behemoths stature. Abzerute took to the skies, his arms crossed in front of him as the Namekian struck at him with punches, his silver ki encompassing his entire body.
"This is pointless." he proclaimed as he decided to charge his own purple ki to the tips of his fingers, before swinging open his cross-guard into twin arcs of energy that would hopefully cleave straight through the Namekian's fist and a good portion of his titanic arm. The bronze Arcosian hovered there, looking directly into the Namekian's eyes. "What do you hope to achieve with this fight Warrior?" he asked of him, sighing and shaking his head. "You may have quadrupled your power to a decent height, but it is only just over half of my own... and I have yet to use any of my own transformations." Abzerute explained. "Yes, transformations, as in plural." he informed his stubborn opponent.
He gave it a moment for it all to sink in. "If I truly desired your demise, then I would have simply severed your head from your body the minute your attack began, and then where would Namek be hmm?" asked Abzerute. He tapped his armoured head for emphasis for his next point. "Use your head. You need to get stronger if you want to defend your world from those that are here and those that are still to come." said the bronze Arcosian, falling silent as he pondered the situation. A solution came to him that would benefit them both, or at least it would to a mind capable of reasoning. Time to see if he could tempt this stubborn warrior.
"Perhaps an exchange would be more fair then hmm?" he inquired of the Namekian. "If the Dragon Balls are indeed sacred to you, then there must be those amongst you who are in charge of their well-being. Tell me where I may find one of these particular Namekians, and I will help you in your training." the bronze Arcosian offered the Namekian. "My spaceship has access to an artificial gravity field generator that can simulate up to fifty times that of Earth's gravity, which is the standard unit of measurement for such machines. Interested?" Abzerute asked of the Warrior.
"It seems a fair enough exchange. You become strong enough to defend your world and people from those that would threaten it with destruction, and I go meet with those who have the authority concerning the Dragon Balls, and they can decide what to do from that point forward." he explained so that the Warrior could definitely understand the deal being offered to him.
Fired a Guillotine Cross into Paengi's arm :3
[UP2] Guillotine Cross: Identical to a normal Death Wave except for one difference. Instead of using just a single hand to fire off one Death Wave, Abzerute utilises both hands to fire off one after another in a quick succession, sending off two Death Waves at once.
Guillotine Cross PL: 26,996.64 = 26,997~ VS Silver Chimera remaining 18,182
Result = 8815 PL remaining in Guillotine Cross
KP: 0/3
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Post by Paengi on Jan 23, 2016 19:32:39 GMT
Paengi rushed forward, ready to pummel the foe. However, he was stopped short. A wave suddenly shot out at him, and he felt the Ki wrapping his body desperately fighting it off before it ran out and he felt something slice through his arm. His eyes went wide and pain suddenly shot through his body as he watched energy flow through his fist. His hand was cut in half, as his mouth shot open, a scream tearing its way through his throat. The slice continued, going down his arm at an angle before it emerged, and the arm fell straight off. He fell backwards with momentum, as pain blacked out all thought. He felt his power shrinking, drying up like a husk of an old corpse. His whole body snapped inwards, becoming smaller and smaller until he was a normal sized namekian laying on the ground. He stared at the sky, the green horizon giving no comfort. He couldn’t do anything. How was he supposed to defend Namek! Hopelessness formed a knot in his gut, growing and overwhelming him. Namek- his home planet. How could it be saved. He needed to be stronger- he had to do anything he could to become able to defend it! But- how. Even if he trained his hardest, if he did all he could to grow strong, this massive difference in power could never be closed. He felt a slimy liquid coat his shoulder as a weak limb grew out, his regeneration going to work. He calmed himself, closing his eyes. He felt his ki, the weak and now fragile creature inside of it. He whispered to it, coaxing it into a sleep. He felt his breaths deepen as his mind slowed.
He looked back up, seeing the bronze monstrosity floating in front. He then told him how hopeless it was- he had yet to use a single transformation. A single one. The powerful being then told him what he already knew at this point- it was a hopeless fight. Paengi stood no chance and gained nothing from this. Then an offer was made- show where the elders were and Paengi would be able to train in some kind of higher gravity. His face curled up in a scowl, fury rising in him. ”A deal with you! A deal with you! How dare you even suggest such a thing you alien scum! I’ll never help you!” he shouted instantly, wordings leaping straight from his head to his mouth without thought at this point. He stared, not willing to give up. The alien made a fair point, at least from an outsider’s perspective. He supposed to the other fighter, it seemed simple. Have help doing what he could do by himself and give training so Paengi can defend Namek. But from Paengi’s view, it was something he could never do. The training of just himself was not worth betraying his race. He was not the leader of Namek, their holy grail. He was a simple warrior clan member.
He slowly got up, pushing himself up. He would never give up. He was a warrior caste! If he died, Namek would have to be without him. But he would not betray Namek. Death was better than that! He stood there, looking at the foe. He pulled his fist back, and brought Ki around it. ”Silver,” he started in a raspy voice, exhausted and beat up. ”Chimera. Fist.” Paengi let his fist shot out, his limbs stretching like a rubber band heading towards his foe in a last ditch attempt to do anything.
[Great Namek turned off, 6000 pl now; N1- Silver Chimera Fist used for 33% of 6k- 1980 pl; KP 0/3]
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 23, 2016 20:05:08 GMT
The bronze Arcosian rolled his eyes as the Namekian Warrior grew back his recently destroyed arm, cradling it like a mother would her child as he yelled up at him. He shook his head and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the warrior below. "Your stubborn pride will be your undoing warrior." Abzerute declared. "I can locate your elders without your help... it will take slightly longer to do so, but locate them I shall. I will revive my world, whether you want me to or not." he proclaimed, expecting the Namekian to run now that he had lost his gigantic form and stood no chance of victory.
Only to be proven wrong by the sheer stubbornness of the warrior who's name he really did not care to bother with now, not that such pleasantries had even been exchanged. He was trying to use one last ditch effort to strike at him by stretching his newly grown arm, his freshly healed fist trying to sock him somewhere. Abzerute sighed as he simply caught the fist in his hand. "Really?" he asked of the Namekian Warrior who he was going to call Silver, since that was pretty much the signature for this stubborn fool. He looked to the fist caught in his hand before he gave it a sharp twist, aiming to break the Namekian's wrist before he then proceeded to try and crush the hand in his grip, trying to break his fingers as well.
"You only just regrew that and then tried to punch me with it, after I already destroyed its previous form." he asked the Warrior as he released the hand, descending to the floor to collect his weighted armour. "I did warn you at the start of this did I not?" asked Abzerute rhetorically as he began to replace his armour onto his body, his power shrinking back under the heavy weights. "Now then, I shall take my leave, and leave you alive as well. For now." he said, shooting a dark glare at the warrior.
"To be honest, I cannot be bothered wasting any more time or energy with your stubborn pride. I suggest you take this time to reflect on your failure this day, and the lessons I have imparted upon you. The next time you decide to waste both of our time, I will do to your head what I did to your arm, and see if you can grow that back." declared the bronze Arcosian, his eyes moving around the area to the shattered fragments of the Namekians former limb that were scattered around them. "And my name is Abzerute. Remember it each time you feel your pride rising to feed your stubbornness, and remember what happened here today." he ordered as he took to the skies once more and took off to search this world for the ones who could lead him to the Dragon Balls and his ascension.
KP: 1/3
Attempting to exit thread, will take Zeni :3
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Post by Paengi on Jan 24, 2016 4:10:41 GMT
Paengi stared at the powerful being, all hope already lost. He knew he couldn't win this- when, no if, he got out of this alive Samuka had to know. No matter if he had to crawl to the warrior caste leader before coughing up his guts and die, then he would. The bronze creature began talking, exclaiming how he didn’t need Paengi. He could find them on his own, and would. No matter what happened, he claimed he would revive Arcose. Paengi figured Arcose must be the home planet that he so desperately wanted to bring back.
As Paengi came in for the attack, his hand was grabbed. His eyes went wide, still not entirely sure how many more times powerful the fighter was compared to him. He looked at the alien, anger trying to rise up and overtake him but failing. What was the point? Over and over again he had sucubed to that emotion, and it hadn’t helped. He was nowhere closer to stopping him then he was before.
Out of nowhere suddenly his arm twisted. His eyes began bulging, and his head jerked back, staring at the sky, as screams tore his way out his mouth. This foe- Namek was doomed. Who were they to try and defend themselves! They were nothing in this universe! All that happened to them was aliens coming and tearing them apart! His planet had already been destroyed before! He refused to let it happen again! Pain snapped him back to the scene, as he could barely support his body with his legs. His knees shook so fast it was as if they were vibrating, his whole body just wanting to collapse to the ground.
Suddenly the pressure of the grip increased. He felt a bone turn to dust as the hand finally crushed his hand, and not only that. Each finger was decimated, the skeleton destroyed. Black spots began growing in his vision, most of his sight blocked out. The blots of darkness seemed to suck away all light. As the fighter let go, his knees buckled and the namekian fell backwards, a dull sound audible when his head hit the rocks.
A small horizontal line of light appeared, before growing in height. It revealed a peaceful sky, and the knowledge that Paengi was awake. He slowly got up, looking around. He didn’t see the outsider anywhere. He was almost relieved for a moment, before realizing what it meant. No one had any idea what was running rampant on their planet. He had to get back! Paengi forced himself to ignore the still resonating pain, and felt a very weak aura of silver appeared around him. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the destroyed inside of his newly grown arm. He shot into the sky, heading straight towards the warrior clan.
Samuka and the other namekians there turned around as the obviously injured fighter. He was swarmed, his arm being looked at. His eyes showed anger as he wasn’t given a chance to tell what he need to alert them to. His arms snapped out pushing them away. ”DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO THE WOUND! THERE ARE ENEMIES OF NAMEK HERE SEARCHING FOR THE DRAGON BALLS!” he barked at them, making it clear. ”I have fought one, and I was helpless against him! According to his claims, there is at least one other on this planet!” he shouted. They all stared, before Samuka went into action.
”FULL ALERT! Hide the elders, protect the villages! I want fighters scouring the planet so we can identify where the enemies are!” he told them. He then motioned Paengi to him as auras appeared everywhere at the base, people shooting off into the sky. Samuka then turned to him. ”Come with me. You are our only hope, and we need you stronger. I have something for you.”
Leaving thread, Ill take PL.
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Otto
Archived
Zeni & Item Xfer to Fleece
PL: 53,483
Overdrive(x3)
X6 Processor(x6P)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @otto
OOC Name: Pipa
Posts: 391
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Post by Otto on Jan 25, 2016 9:48:52 GMT
Abzerute2658 words 3388 zeni 4,169+3388= 7557 z Paengi2783 words 5566 pl 6,000+5566= 11,566 pl
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Mayze
Moderator
PL: 250,469
Super Saiyan(x12)
MSSJ(x15)
Zeni: 849
Shoki: 2,965
Tag: @gagelange10
OOC Name: Gage
Posts: 1,232 
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Post by Mayze on Jan 25, 2016 15:27:12 GMT
Hey Otto, Paengi is Drake. I think you may have messed up his gains because of you thinking he was a new member and not using his assigned quality. His gains should be 3618 or, if you gave him a bit of a boost, 3896 pl.
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Otto
Archived
Zeni & Item Xfer to Fleece
PL: 53,483
Overdrive(x3)
X6 Processor(x6P)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @otto
OOC Name: Pipa
Posts: 391
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Post by Otto on Jan 25, 2016 17:41:26 GMT
MayzePaengiFixing.I grabbed the word count instead of the calced thing from my spreadsheet when I went to apply lmb & whatnot. Will give him the slight boost though 6,000+3896=9896
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