Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 31, 2016 6:48:19 GMT
The Imperator holds static in high orbit above the planet Kanassa. The queen of all saiyans watches through the primary porthole aboard the quiet ship. It had been refreshing to Zucceta to do this without a large crew. There was little need to be commanding or impressive outside of her interactions with Luffa, and while she did truly enjoy the respect and power the solitude of her own mind was always refreshing. Her mind felt rested. Her body felt prime.
She stares at the tiny, powerful Seed in the palm of her hand. It was time for its use again.
She had been tempted to go on a solo mission, to take all of the fruits of the Tree of Might for herself. However, if the warriors of Earth decided to stick their nosy ideologies out into the galaxy as a whole, she would struggle to defend against everyone. And... additionally, she had felt some sort of pity for the noble brat, Prince Luffa. The kid had a huge knock to his pride, his saiyan pride, as a "super elite"--Zucceta had never believed in the outdated modes of the saiyan hierarchy, though outside of her own ascension to the throne as somebody with "low-class" blood she had done little to remove these institutions from the solar empire.
She sometimes wondered if her parents would have been proud of her. In reality they probably were looking down on their daughter from heaven, with pure horror etched in their noble faces. True, she had overcome class boundaries, that much was in line with their revolutionary vision for the planet Vegeta, but her parents had wished for Saiyan-kind to move away from a bloody, brutal war-driven society. They had been discovered as rebels for the Saiyan Peace League, a group dedicated to opposing the government through subverting. Maybe, one day, they would have been successful, had Zasho Koregutsu I and his league of advisors, prior to their ascension as a "democratic" Ministry, not discovered their location. Zucceta often wondered if the rebel group had survived at all, wondered if to this day they were opposing her government, but she had little interest. They held no power, and it was a fools' errand. Fighting was in a saiyan's blood, and the best way to fight in exciting battles was war. Still, her parents had been brave, and noble, and had sought to turn Vegeta into a flourishing Utopia, and died for their cause. Zucceta could respect that.
Instead of following in their footsteps, their daughter, the once-Lady Death, the now-Empress Zucceta, the queen of the age of Super Saiyans, was forging new wastelands among the stars, with her brutal metal fist. Ironically, it was their deaths that had started her down this path. She had avenged them once she had the strength, destroying the minister who had ordered their deaths. She had been sent to prison, then released and placed into a suicide squad. And then, when it looked like her squad might achieve a level of power threatening to the ideological hierarchy of the saiyan empire, they were disposed of - by a team lead by the son of the minister she had killed.
Revenge moves in circles. If you've been around Zucceta, you know this.
She had yet to find that man, the one who had killed her squad, had killed her lover, had (knowingly or not) ended her son. He had been in hiding since she had become Queen. Of course he had. He was a coward through-and-through, the team he bought to end her squad had been at least twenty elite-class saiyans, and still they'd suffered casualties against her four-man Apocalypse Incorporated. The rest of that team who had survived the ambush, of course, had been put to death or sent to Knutts.
This trajectory, extrapolated from recent events, had put Zucceta here, hovering in a tight orb above another planet she was willing to put to the death to improve herself. No longer was this about being better than others... that was simply a side benefit. She did need the strength so she could condemn the Natto Force to death, but that would come from self-improvement. She had learned much since her defeat on Earth. No longer would she allow losses to torment her; she would purely focus on her own strength, and with that strength, her power over the galaxy.
The queen of all saiyans raises her hand, and a powerful force flows from her body, invisible ki--focused not on simple, raw destructive energy as it had previously been known to, but control over physical space. The ship hums with life as she steers the pod-like vessel with her mind.
Death comes to Kanassa.
In the months after the sacking of Arcose and the destruction wrought on the Kanassan surface by General Mayze and the tsufuru-borg Icarus, plus the rapid failings of the greater Arcosian Empire into a warring clash of fiefdom states, the planet Kanassa and its fish-like inhabitants had quietly expelled the remaining arcosian government with a act of revolutionary force that had not been seen for two thousand years. The soldiers, legendarily renowned for their future sight, had acted quickly--almost as if they had known exactly when to strike in advance.
It was now a neutral zone at the border of the decaying Arcosian territory and the expanding Saiyan territory. It was a safe zone for refugees, those fleeing from SSE occupation or Arcosian civil war. It was a melting pot of culture, and some on its surface claimed that it was the hope for a peaceful future.
It was prime for what Zucceta planned to do - little resistance from the Arcosians, who could barely look after territory still loyal to its splintered galactic idea, and the saiyans had no interest in its people or resources.
Zucceta stands atop the surface of the Imperator as it looms above a city, the largest on the planet after the destruction her forces had wrought those months ago. A weird hybrid of alien designs, clearly made from species and architects of many different worlds, it was almost a shame that it would soon be a ghost town on a ghost planet. It was oddly quiet; pre-evacuated. The Kanassan sages had, clearly, foreseen her arrival. They had clearly foreseen the cities' immediate destruction.
The queen chuckles. Well, might as well fulfill prophecy.
She makes an upwards motion with her right hand, two fingers pointing skyward. A white light blossoms in the city center below, before a huge explosion of ki erupts viscerally from the ground, a blinding deafening wave of violence. Zucceta was mastering the use of space with her ki, and part of that involved fusing her new-found telekinetic placement ability with, well, her classic act.
In an instant, the entirety of the city is consumed by devastation, and in the next, a crater in the planet to rival that of those planted there months prior by the skirmishes of the galactic empires.
The conception of a new wasteland.
The queen hops off of the space ship's hood, plummeting lazily through the sky, almost bored. When she's one hundred feet from the ground she slows quickly, with a surge of ki, before casually placing herself at the center of the crater. She glances around; nope, the city had been completely evacuated. She could sense power signatures, alright, but not as many as reports had told her there would be - the independent Kanassan government had clearly sent its citizens off-world once they had foreseen her coming.
She grins at the thought. That means this is already in the bag.
Still, those signatures were pretty strong - which might be good exercise for her young Prince.
She raises a hand at the ground in the direct center of this huge, impact-like crater, and a good amount of dirt rises from the surface. The Seed from her robotic hand moves, floating in the empty air, before being placed and then pushed into the dirt with her mind, before the dirt re-descends over the Seed, as she considers.
Yes. The prince could hunt down those Kanassan soldiers, as they were bound to be. Those noble fish too proud to run from their inevitable demise. Maybe their sight abilities would give Luffa a much-needed challenge.
[Yup, so this happened. Seed of Might planted - first Fruit spawning in 48 hours.
Intended order of consumption:
Zucceta Luffa Zucceta Luffa Zucceta Luffa Luffa
Thread will ICly continue--this is NOT the saga thread to join if you wish to stop the growth of the tree. You will have to make a new one.
ICly, if you have the ability to sense well, you'll be able to feel a weird energy disturbance, and those of you who knew about the Tree before would probably be able to recognise it or figure it out - or you may simply want to find out what it is.]
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Prince Luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jan 31, 2016 20:40:18 GMT
(Heavy Weights On)
If Luffa had been a kinder person, he might have felt sorry for the Kanassans. But he wasn’t, and didn’t. “Fish-faced freak!” Luffa growled, driving a fist down hard into the cold and fleshy folds of the overwhelmed Kanassan kneeling before him, a thrill shooting up his spine at the feel of the skull caving in. He’d shot off ahead after the Queen planted the tree, and even as the dark line of shadow ascended into the sky, he was busy raining death down on the world.
Now he whirled among them, his golden cloak wheeling and flaring with auric snaps as he delivered tight and controlled elbows and knees to the tumult of defenders that coalesced around him. Dark laughter rang out from him as one Kanassan warrior got in a lucky kick that spurted blood from his lip, but he gamely rubbed the red away and countered with a full-throated ki blast that screamed from his jaws and tore the upper half of the attacker into little blue bits.
The little prince was finding it difficult to fight multiples at once, as their reputed combat precognition abilities proved true when tested. They could stoop and bob out of the way just at the right moments, dodging a countering swipe while narrowly avoiding death from a following ki blast. He had to overcome their abilities by constantly hanging his battle tempo, by not thinking, by letting his savagery out in unpredictable bursts. It wasn’t a clean fight, and those he liked best. By the time he’d killed the first wave of six strong defenders, a long gash from a metal claw weapon ran crimson across his neck, scarcely missing his main artery, and his brilliant emerald aegis was sullied with dark scorches from ferocious ki exchanges.
“We’ll kill you all! You hear me?” Luffa shouted down to the gathering Kanassans on the ground, wary at rushing him now after seeing their strongest thrown down so quickly. “I’m going to turn your people into fish pudding!” Rage crackled inside of him, and still he held tightly against burning through his anger just yet. He wanted to channel his true Super Saiyan aura through a tight gorge, to let it seethe and build before erupting. Only then might he one day master its aura.
The familiar darkness of the tree soothed him, the very same power that had flooded his veins and granted him the beginnings of the Super Saiyan boon on Arcose. And as the tree rose to staggering heights, Luffa could feel that same darkness building in him, a primordial hatred for the living and breathing. The tree was unnatural, he knew. On some level, deep down, he even felt it wrong. But what was a Saiyan warrior who did not use every advantage at his disposal? Questions of morality were for the weak. There was only what could be done.
“Send me your finest, and I’ll make sure they die a warrior’s death! It’ll be an honor for them to die at the hands of the last sovereign prince of Vegeta!” Luffa yelled, planting his fists on his hips as he hovered around the cowards, awaiting a response.
Luffa felt the disturbance of the air behind him before he heard the voice. “Turn back now, Saiyan child.” The voice said with the flat and ascetic tones of a monk. “You will only eat death here -- death from the tree, and death from the sky. Death begets death. It is a vicious beast that cannot be controlled. And though you think you've tamed it, wild death will turn its jealous gaze on your own people, one day.”
Whoever it was, Luffa hated him already. He swerved on one heel, growling as he hurled an arcing wave of ki at him. The Kanassan deflected the attack, and skipped backwards to easily avoid a lunging punch. He wore some kind of diadem jewel around his blue brow, and had the stern look of self-assured importance about him.
“You might kill me.” The Kanassan warrior-monk admitted. “But it will not change the future.”
“Fuck you!” Luffa yelled, moving with a burst of speed to flicker from view and reappear with a lunging elbow.
This time the warrior caught it with two hands, clutching at Luffa’s arm with labored breath. “You are strong.” The warrior hissed between clenched jaws, holding Luffa in the defensive grapple. “But strength is nothing next to the binding ties of Fate.”
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on Feb 1, 2016 2:14:15 GMT
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