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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 26, 2016 5:02:28 GMT
The BBA contacted him. With the recent events concerning Arcose and Kanassa, the galaxy was on high alert. Earth, in particular, was somewhat in disarray. With the SSE’s invasion still fresh on people’s minds, it was no surprise that people all around were freaking out. After all, two planets had been killed; how long would it be until Earth came next? Something had to be done. And that was most likely the reason why the BBA reached out to him. For one, they were the ones who informed him about Kanassa’s destruction due to the Tree of Might. It was the same biomass detected once all life on Arcose was abruptly extinguished, and if the sources lined up correctly, Kanassa’s fall was most likely due to the Saiyan Solar Empire. Hearing about the news sickened Beryl. It was one thing to conquer planets, but only the most soulless, amoral beings could willingly commit mass genocide and planetary destruction all for a few fruits that acted like super steroids. As much as Beryl tried to find the good in everyone he met, he truly believed that many in the Solar Saiyan Empire were irredeemable. They wouldn’t listen to diplomacy, to warnings, to words in general. No – the only thing they’d respond to was action, brutal and straight-to-the-point action. However, he was not ready to seek out the individuals responsible for the current string of planet reaping. He had to become stronger, and he had a feeling that his strength would be a topic brought up during his meeting with the BBA. The Big Blu, the BBAs flagship, was an impressive spacecraft – outfitted with anything and everything a specialized military and governmental force needed. Beryl paid close attention to the ship’s design; he was half-tempted to adopt some of its aspects for his own, royal-class ship. Dressed in a short-sleeved green collared shirt with a teal tie, black pants, black casual shoes, designer sunglasses and his trademark yellow beanie, Beryl waited patiently outside of the Big Blu for someone to come and address him. The fancy, crown-decorated Galactic Patrol badge pinned to his shirt gleamed spectacularly under the afternoon sun. PL -- 206,899; Spiritual Insight (x16P) - 3,310,384Vi-Poi
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 27, 2016 17:43:36 GMT
(Thread PL: 9,115,947) Vi-Poi was training in his classic battle raiment -- his micro-tokamak charged vest of hardened boron nitrides, PTO-style Advanced Rubber Composite dark breeches, blue demi-fauld and knee guard, ending in gold-fringed gray-and-blue sabatons. These implements weren’t necessary for his success. They didn’t improve his battle point. But they gave him a slight edge, and there was no loose fabric like unwieldy capes or ties that the enemy might latch onto. Such small things were often overlooked by people concerned with the ego over the utilitarian. Not so for this android. He wheeled backwards high into the air, narrowly flipping to avoid the bull-charge of an oncoming Destroyer Drone before using his momentum to drive the toe of his boot down into its metallic skull. A burst of smoke preambled a frizzling gush of wiring as his downward lancing leg drove the Drone into the floor, its skeletal arms sprawling out. Flames licked Vi-Poi’s boot as he gingerly skipped backwards, preparing himself for the assault from the remainder. Just before their attack, Vi-Poi detected a shocking surge in power coming from outside the hull. “End program!” He blurted, his blue eyes wide as he assessed the signature. “What on Earth could have that potential?” He wondered, his ki analytics immediately chirping to life across his irises. Whoever it was, it had the power of Super Saiyan Sigma Two -- two Super Saiyans added together. Ever since South City, he started measuring potential adversaries with the Saiyan’s metamorphosis as a baseline. Vi-Poi rated himself as Super Saiyan Sigma Six, but he wasn’t certain he could truly match six at one time. Six neophytes, maybe. But battle-hardened and fully trained Super Saiyans were a different story. Leaving the dormant drones, Vi-Poi quickly maneuvered through the halls, remotely accessing Big Blu’s FiNet before opening a missile bay and sprinting out into the open air at full speed, hoping to surprise whoever it was. Vi-Poi blinked, immediately recognizing the emblem of Galactic Patrol. His servomotors relaxed, though some amount of surprise whorled across his processors. This was a human, a young one, but he held himself with an air of confidence that bespoke of command. Vi-Poi didn't realize there were any other humans with Bing or Liang's potential on the planet. Where had this one been hiding? The brown eyes Vi-Poi scanned behind dark sunglasses were hard, but with a glint of humanity. The badge of interstellar authority seemed at odds with the yellow beanie wavering slightly in the high-altitude breeze. Though Blue Banner Army’s intelligence operations were second to none, they had precious few facts surrounding the Galactic Patrol. They’d been dormant for centuries, but had recently and somewhat mysteriously re-emerged during the largescale turmoil of the Arcosian Empire’s collapse. Special Corps reported that recruitment from Earth had spiked dramatically following the Earth-Saiyan War. He knew the Galactic Patrol had a stability slant, and considered themselves overseers of a larger cosmic legality. Vi-Poi would have to be wary until he knew this one’s intent. Perhaps they’d come to deliver some sort of late justice for Namek’s destruction? Some farseeing organization might not quibble with too many facts about viral hijackings and compromised programming. “I hadn’t realized I was breaking any cosmic laws.” Vi-Poi said to Beryl as he floated in front of the great steel behemoth of Big Blu, his words jovial as he folded his arms across his chest. “May I ask what I’m being pulled over for, officer?”
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 27, 2016 23:11:49 GMT
That signal. It sent a jolt through Beryl’s entire body; his eyes widened from behind his cool shades. There was no ki signature, but there was an electrical one; this led Beryl to believe that whomever was approaching him was an android. After all, they were the only ones who didn’t have ki signatures as they weren’t living, organic beings. Sadly, this left Beryl woefully oblivious to how powerful Vi-Poi was; compared to the dark-skinned human, the blue-haired machine was around three times stronger. And that was the reason why Beryl believed that he wasn’t that strong at all. Nonetheless, Vi-Poi eventually made his appearance. He was a five foot tall young-looking boy with blue hair, pale skin and large expressive eyes. His outfit was interesting to say the least, but it was of the utmost quality; it was only fitting for the Azure Administrator. Beryl made a mental note of the android’s electrical signature; he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time that he’d encounter him. At least Vi has some sense of humor – quipping about how he was certain that he wasn’t breaking any sort of laws by parking his big ass spacecraft out in the Spinach Wastes. “No, you aren’t breaking any laws,” Beryl responded. “I actually came here because the Blue Banner Army told me that someone named Vi-Poi wanted to speak to me.” His head tilted upward to get a better look at the hovering android. “I’m assuming that’s you. I’ve seen you on television with the ongoing presidential election, but I’ll be honest: I haven’t seen you before beyond that.” With that, Beryl felt it was appropriate for him to introduce himself. “My name’s Beryl Roarke. I’m the leader of the newly revived Galactic Patrol. It’s very good to meet you.” The dark-skinned human nodded in approval before continuing. “Anyways, the Blue Banner Army sent me information regarding both Arcose and Kanassa. As you already know, Kanassa’s recently been destroyed by some unidentified biomass. However, if things line up with Arcose, I’m willing to guess that the Tree of Might is responsible which means—“ He paused, frowning heavily. “The Saiyan Solar Empire’s more than likely behind it.” The situation was incredibly concerning. “But I will say that I will do whatever’s required to make sure that the SSE’s rampage is brought to an end but—“ Beryl glanced off to the side. “The Galactic Patrol forces are still small. Those who are in the ranks still have a lot to learn. As for myself—“ Beryl frowned. “I’m still not strong enough to make a difference.”Vi-Poi
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833
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Post by Vi-Poi on Apr 10, 2016 5:57:11 GMT
Vi-Poi closed his eyes, smiling. “Not strong enough? You’re the forefront of one of the most effective interstellar organizations in the Galaxy. My ship doesn’t stop for just anyone.” He opened up a main bay, the electric whine heralding a dark slit which grew until a great rectangular maw of shadow backdropped them both. His eyes slowly opened. “I instructed Special corps to make contact weeks ago, but I wasn’t expecting this sort of tactile reply.” Tilting his head towards the bay, he flickered backwards, leaving a static afterimage of himself until the mirage faded into nothing.
His voice rang out from the depths of the bay. “The Tree of Might, you call it? We’ve been studying it since Acrose.” The ambient noise of Big Blu idyling in the sky suddenly shifted with a crackling purr, the sound of its massive tokamak gravity chamber burning to life. “And do not sell yourself short. You have a power that few other humans possess.”
If Beryl entered the ship, he would find Vi-Poi already bathed in the redshifted light of the one hundred and fifty times gravity chamber, where even the photons emitted by the overhead bulbs struggled to move. The android seemed relaxed in the crushing gravity, a testament to his regular training in the condition. “I’ve been slacking lately.” The Administrator Azure confessed, a milky blue aura rising from his pale shoulders. “It’s time to reverse the trend. If you and I combine our powers, even the Imperial Saiyans will be hard-pressed to defeat us.” He offered, entering in a relaxed Turtle Hermit form, one fist held outward at an angle, the other couched close to his abdomen. “The trajectory that we are racing against is one that will see our galaxy torn apart atom by atom. There are few beings in the Universe who are thinking beyond themselves. Even those with good intentions can be fooled by their egos. But only when you cast aside your aspiration can you gain true strength.”
“You will be a pure force then.”
The Saiyan War had proved that even though Vi-Poi was strong, he was not strong enough to work alone. Reikiko had proven unreliable, chasing her own wild destiny. The moon had proven her foresight was small next to her powers. And what had he left to work with? Super Saiyan children. Unreliable mercenaries. Clownish politicians. The remnants of a Blue Banner Army still crippled by the Queen’s invasion. There needed to be a new paradigm, one that would take the correct action. Could Beryl represent the countervailing force which Earth and the free galaxy desperately needed? Perhaps so.
“I have yet to fight against you. I’m sure, given your high battle point, that you will find many ways to surprise me.” The android said before entering his multiform, two copies of himself suddenly shifting to either side of him. “Just as I’m full of surprises.” The clones said in unison. A small smirk flickered on Vi-Poi’s face. He hadn’t had a real fight since South Capitol. The laurels of victory made him too complacent.
But he could help make the new bulwark.
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Post by Kizuki on May 16, 2016 22:33:12 GMT
Beryl: +2,238 PL New Total: 260,568 PL
ViPoi: +3,261 PL New Total: 327,521 PL
(Adding now.)
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