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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Oct 31, 2016 13:20:37 GMT
Rebecca just stood as things seemed to go underway, that is until the cavalry known as the rebel forces had arrived and started to create problems. The instant that they started to speak, the little red riding droid started to make some quick plans in her head in order to dispatch of these idiots. They were here, about to oppose the new rule, without having any real idea of how much shit they were about to get themselves into. Smiling, she kept her hand on the hilt of her rapier, just waiting for the opportunity to pounce on these neanderthals. Although she was not a saiyan who craved for battle, the combat VI in her was more than ready to spill lots of blood.
Something unexpected happened, as these neanderthals decided that the best course of actions to prove the legitimacy of their supposed reign and to show their depreciation for the new King of Konats was to attack the crowd itself. At first, she quite literally face palmed, as these morons have no idea how to rule anything at all. She even muttered out loud, "How can idiots like these have such a following of murderous assholes, who'll kill their own kind rather than attack the ones who they want to overthrow!"
Seriously, it was such a horrible leap in logic for these attackers, as the best way to earn leadership is to save the people you want to rule. If they truly wanted to save these Konatsians, then their main focus would have been to attack the new president and the planet's cybernetic invaders. But nooooo, they just had to attack the civilians, which meant one of two things. One was that they wanted the position of ruler for very corrupt and/or evil reasons, as they cared for their own nefarious motives and not for the people that they were supposed to rule over. The second was that these were complete morons who had no sense of tact or guile, and thought the way to rebel was to destroy everything in sight.
Standing on the stage with the rest of the group, she would watch as one by one, members of SCAR hopped off and started to unleash true terror upon the rebels, but RED stayed calm as she stood on the stage, not wanting to blindly hop off and start charging into battle. In fact, she was standing on the stage so she can tell the cycloids what to do, observing the movements of the rebels, most of them charging into the left group. Shouting, she commanded the cycloids, "Double Up! Don't fight alone, as you robotic shmucks are the same strength as these rebels! Head towards the west group, defend the civilians!"
Before she could see if they cycloids would do just that, two rebels in particular already made it onto the stage, the leader heading for the president, while another smarmy asshole decided to go for Breech himself. Something odd she noticed about this one who was attacking Breech was that he was either a hybrid Konatsian or a full alien, as evidenced by his rounded ears. It makes no difference to her, however, as she knew she can handle the smaller guy much more easily.
Using the thrusters in the bottom of her feet, she zooms past the other members still on the stage to tackle the one who was going for Breech, pinning him into the ground with her metallic body. While he struggled to get free, Rebecca stood up and pinned him even more to the ground with her foot, smiling with intense animosity as she reached for her Silver Wulf. Pulling the rapier off of her side, she slowly made the tip of the rapier push the head of the rebel down to the ground without impaling him, but enough to draw some blood and instill some final fear into this moron, before she unleashed a red gleam1 of ki energy into his face, evaporating everything from the shoulders up.
1~ [MP3] Scarlet Gleam - 5,351 PL eviscerates the head off of one of the rebels.
KP = [0/3]
Rebel count is one less right now
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Post by Contagion on Nov 6, 2016 12:13:51 GMT
Contagion's glowing eyes narrowed as the chaos erupted around him. It was perfect. "Evvvvvveeeeryone, a fortuitous opportunity has spawned." His telepathic voice pulsed to everyone in S.C.A.R as the amalgam whispered into the back of their minds while he walked to the edge of the stage and peered out to the ongoing strife. He slowly clenched his fingers into fists as he let his gaze dart around inspecting everyone's actions carefully. "The fringe remainders of Reikiko's cult have shown their hand. After RED, SR, and myself destroyed their church they must have become desperate. So... Here we stand." He hissed as he looked to the smoldering remains on the distance. "This is our chance to claim this world without dispute!" His voice echoed, growing in power with each word.
"We need to paint them as monsters and to do that we need saccccrrrifffiiiccceeeesss." He could feel his teeth in his chest clattering in anticipation. "Let them kill some women and children. Their deaths will have the people rally to us! Reikiko or her 'friends' can have no purchase here. Our rule cannot be questioned!"
He then closed his eyes and focused on Zyajin alone letting his thoughts reach out to only him. "Zyajin, I know you can guide the battle to serve our needs. Whatever commands you make I can broadcast them. It may be all I can do this fight given how horrific my 'style' of combat can be."
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Post by Carama on Nov 8, 2016 18:23:14 GMT
Carama's eyes widened as he arose from his kneeling position to find that yet another rebellion was starting to overthrow the new ruler. Konats was a place of turmoil, and it seemed that they would never have peace. Gritting his teeth, Carama drew his sword from the hilt, for a moment looking back at the new king with his strange mechanical arms. For a split second he considered which group would be most capable of keeping the planet safe, and the thought of treachery did cross his mind. If these beings were not truly able to keep the planet safe, then having them here was pointless. Then, as he turned, he noticed that the forces that were supporting the new king were dispatching of the rebel forces rather easily. This was what was best for Konats, destroying the rebels here would send a message that would hopefully restore stability to the region.
Carama turned away from the king and his men, and rushed towards one of the rebellion forces. To those that could sense, his power level rose four fold. He came across a rebel in strange white attire, who had been firing ki beams towards a group of konatsian archers who were pinned down. He attempted to slash with his blade, but the rebel backed away and formed a fluorescent blue blade made of energy that they used to parry his attack. Carama returned several swings, which the enemy blocked and then returned blows, to which he parried as well. Finally, Carama's sword began to glow with vibrant orange light, forcefully he brought his blade down which broke through the rebels energy sword and drove right into their chest. The rebel began to ignite before falling to the ground. Showing no mercy, Carama finished the rebel off by thrusting his blade once again into their heart.
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Post by Freid Nietzo on Nov 9, 2016 1:23:59 GMT
Freid's eyes widened in shock. This couldn't be happening! He visited the capital for the first time, and not only did new cybernetic rulers declare themselves to be in power - but some strange rebels serving a 'white queen' were now trying to destroy them - while bombarding the civilians?! What kind of justice was that?! With a movement as fast as lightning, the young Konatsian drew his blade, just as the wall to the place was blasted open to reveal even more opponents. Damn it... he had to fight! At full power! But if he did that, his true power would be revealed... That's when he noticed in the chaos surrounding him that someone had dropped a piece of cloth on the ground... Better than nothing. Shielded from view by the bodies and kicked up dust, the young warrior grabbed the piece of cloth and quickly tied it around his head, hiding his bright red hair and most of his face, leaving only his eyes free... And then, he unsealed his power.
One of the attackers was just about to strike down a woman cowering over her child, as Freid intervened. Jumping in-between, he slashed his blade, parrying the blow of the attacker away with immense strength. Freid grit his teeth - he was unable to heighten his power like a full-blooded Konatsian. He could already feel the captain of the Inquisition unleashing that art of the Konatsian people, heightening his power to eclipse the strength of the hybrid by a large margin. But what he had... was his magic. In his free hand, Freid concentrated energy, as he engaged in close combat with his opponent - a real fight. His first real fight, yet he was holding his own - all of the lessons he had always dreaded as a child were finally paying off, as he disarmed his opponent and knocked him to the ground. Then, he dashed up into the air, pointing his left hand, surrounded by crackling lightning, at three of the rebel fighters at once. Thankfully, his Air Step spell was able to keep him airborne.
"Energy of life, flood together and burst forth! I call upon the spirit of energy - be devoured and remade! Forked Lightning!"
With a shouted chant, the young spellsword unleashed three sparking, crackling beams of lightning, aiming to smash the rebels right down from the sky, possibly without killing them. Sure, they were trying to murder the civilians here, but Freid wasn't about to stoop to their levels. Sadly, moving into the air to be able to fire his magic freely meant that he was in clear view of everyone - the only thing safeguarding his identity was that piece of cloth around his head. So far, the cybernetic warriors were fighting to keep the Konatsians safe and secure, but he wasn't about to trust them blindly - especially with an Inquisitor right in the mix, too.
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Technique used: Forked Lightning, UP2, split between 3 grunts: 4400 PL vs each target
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Post by Dr. Breech on Nov 11, 2016 9:56:34 GMT
Almon gave a look of surprise to the Bio-Warrior as it charged forwards. This thing knew how to use Ki quite well! He hopped back, narrowly avoiding the pincer-like tail of the Android as it closed in for a second strike. With a burst of Ki, the Leader of the Rebels thrust his hands up, creating a wall of energy in front of himself while his power rose. The shield of Ki clashed with the twin Ki blades spectacularly, but it was clear who the stronger warrior was at this point. In mere moments, Almon's bubble was popped, allowing Zyajin's blade to slip in and slice at the leaders chest. "You're quite something, bug-man. Perhaps this will be harder than I expected. I'll deal with the King after I've chopped you to bits!"With another burst of Ki, the leader charged forwards, blade held high as he attempted to swing it down into Zyajin's cranium! He'd follow up the swipe by throwing a trio of slashes at the Warriors torso, ending off his combination attack with a point-blank blast of raw Ki energy. Breech turned towards the duo, a curious look on his face. Zyajin was performing decently in this bout for sure. It had been some time since he'd seen the Master of War perform in battle. Before he could praise the Bio-Warrior, he was suddenly accosted by a rebel warrior! He prepared to destroy the fighter with a quick release of Ki energy, but it seemed Rebecca was in the mood to prove herself. She pinned the warrior down, stabbing into him with her rapier, before vaporizing him completely. "Well done Rebecca. Perhaps I should take you on as a personal bodyguard."
As the battle raged on, things quickly started to turn around. With the help of not only SCAR, but the Inquisition as well as a few powerful bystanders, the Rebels were now the ones who were having a hard time keeping their footing. Warriors clashed on this side of the square and the next, each fight seeming to go in the favor of the new leaders of Konats. Breech watched with pride. It seemed things were going quite well.
With a loud crash from the palace gates, the door to the castle was swung open, and a quartet of soldiers shuffled from the inside. They quickly jumped into the fray, one of them tackling an elderly Konatsian out of the way of a large beam of Ki that was flung by a raging rebel.
"Maximillion, perhaps you should retreat to the palace for now? We wouldn't want any harm to befall you."
The King glared at the raging battle that Almon had become engaged in, his eyes glancing over to Breech for a moment as he shook his head. "Not a chance. I won't abandon my people in the first bout of trouble that comes to our gates!" Without another word, the King jumped off the stage, blade held high as he bore down on a rebel who was about to strike down a warrior from the Inquisition. His steel sliced into the Konatsians back, felling him instantly.
Breech took a few steps back, glancing towards Contagion, who seemed to be the only one who hadn't been wrapped up in the fighting below. "Look how far we've come, Son of Sithis! Just a few months ago, this might not have been possible. We've come a long way, have we not?"
The enemy forces aren't letting up! Reinforcements arrive on the scene!
Almon, Leader of Rebellion: 25,000 Power Level(?) KP: 2/3 Re-Used [UT2] Ki Setting! New PL: 25,000! Used [N1] Rebel's Might to clash with [UP2] Ki Blades! Rebel's Might (Barrier): 8,250 VS Ki Blades: 16,477 Ki Blades win! 4,114 damage taken (damage halved due to barrier)
Konatsian King Maximillion seeks to prove himself!
Maximillion PL: 10,000
KP: 3/3
Grunts: 5,000 PL! Grunts remaining: 13
Cycloids: 5,000 PL! Cycloids remaining: 6
Konatsian Soldiers have arrived to help! Konatsian Soldiers PL: 5,000! Remaining Soldiers: 4
Konatsian Civilian Casualties: 6
Objective: Quell the rebellion!
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Post by Zyajin on Nov 11, 2016 15:39:24 GMT
The green-shouldered Bio-Android understood the tactics that Contagion sought to undertake, but he didn't agree with them. <<Focus on removing the rebels as swiftly as possible.>> He responded to Contagion, trusting the gelatinous Bio-Android to transmit that message to everyone else for him. The communication distracted him for a moment from the Konatsian he was facing, finding himself with a gash in his skull, three slashes in his chest as well as burns all around him from the blast of energy.
Zyajin's eyes flashed for a moment before his Namekian Regeneration technique kicked in, repairing the damage right in front of the Konatsian warriors eyes. "Why do you fight so hard for a creature that doesn't even recognise your species?" he inquired of the man, referring to Reikiko whilst he healed himself of the injuries he'd suffered. The injuries that this fool had inflicted upon him though, triggered the Saiyan genes inside of him. Time for a shift in tactics.
<<Instill terror into the rebels. Tear them apart. Doctor Breech, R.E.D., Carva focus your efforts on eviscerating the enemy soldiers whilst ensuring the "King's" survival. Contagion, co-ordinate the local soldiers to the zones they are required the most for civilian evacuation. I will finish their leader.>> Zyajin relayed to Contagion, his eyes glowing with a murderous light as he regarded the warrior standing in front of him.
Soon enough his body was restored and he looked at the Konatsian standing before him as if nothing had occurred whatsoever. "I can continue to regenerate like this all day, restoring myself and rejuvenating myself whilst you continue to tire and get damaged." he stated calmly as he approached the man, seeking to land a series of punches against him. "This is what we offer to your people. Why do you resist?" the green-shouldered Bio-Android inquired of the rebel leader as they fought. "Why do you insist on stopping your people from improving themselves?"
Namekian Regen Used
KP: 2/3
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Post by Carva on Nov 13, 2016 11:52:10 GMT
Carva stood at the ready like any good soldier, currently protecting a young Konatsian child. In all honesty, his disdain for the pointy eared creatures hadn't died in the least bit and he felt a bit "dirty". Why should he protect thee worthless magic users? Why would he unless it had a greater purpose? A sneer contorted his lips as these thoughts passed through his psyche like a river, flooding the SaiyAndroid.
Then, he noticed it. These other warriors weren't sharing these same feelings. Either that, or they were just following orders. It occurred to Carva then that he was a soldier after all...and a damned good one. His orders had been to see to it that the civilians were safe and as such, he took a lot of damage, ki blasts and blades cutting through his flesh and burning. Contagion had relayed Zyajin's message and Carva would need to act in kind.
His eyes sharpened as he caught the light of a large fireball heading in his direction, and with incredible speed the warrior would move in a blur. He would leap up into the air and his gaze would fall on the source of the attack, a grunt who's hand was still outstretched from the blast. Carva would swiftly form a large ball of ki in his hand and toss it in the direction of this grunt, the ki expanding as it rushed through the tension filled air, electricity crackling off of it!
It was then that a horrible scream would fill the night skies of Konats, and Carva would land gracefully on his feet before the group of rebels. "And now you die!" the warrior moved into the fray with blinding speed, his attacks almost like a dance, slaughtering those who would oppose the new king. Blood would fill the streets that day!
[N1]Lightning Bomb used to obliterate a grunt!
Kp: 2/3
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Nov 20, 2016 22:19:38 GMT
After ridding the world of one idiotic, massacring scum bag, she started to hear a voice echo in her head. Practically jumping out of her own artificial flesh, RED still would be a little startled hearing Contagion through telepathy. Although she had to deal two differing voices in her head conflicted in her own actions, having an outside voice was quite creepy. She had an eerie feeling that she will never get used to the voice of Contagion just creeping into her noggin every so often. Calming herself down, she listened to the message sent to her.
After listening a bit, she was half surprised and half happy about the message. Although RED wanted to paint these guys as the monsters, she was not going to stand for the deaths of innocents. If there was going to be any murdering, it would be the android, not these schmucks. However, due to her overexertion to destroy one of the rebels, she needed a short bit of time to get some energy to even do the most meager of damages.
While waiting, she overheard Dr. Breech say something about her being a good body guard. Having missed what she said, she accessed her recent memory for her auditory functions in order to replay what he had said, this time learning of the doctor saying he should take her on as a body guard. Chuckling, she says with a shit eating grin, "Funny. Kinda fun idea, but with your old crotchitiness and my brashness, we'll drive each other bonkers as all hell. Use SR-80 whats his name as a body guard, he's better as a body guard as he can be easily rebuilt. A great meat... er, Metal Shield!"
As she stood on the stage, she spotted a couple of the grunts heading towards the stage as she stood there winded. As she stood there, a voice echoed in her head, causing her to feel startled once more, but this time the voice belonged to Zyajin, although it sounded like it had an overlay of Contagion's voice. Great, the mind speakers have fuckin' multiplied by two! But this way, she had her orders of just taking out any grunts and keeping Max safe. Snapping, she said to the doctor, "Don't mean to sound like a bitch, but you can take care of the leader. I mean, between the two of us, I'm weaker than ya doc. I'll take care of the mooks."
Seeing the grunts finally pulling themselves up onto the stage, RED's eyes flared up as she glared at them, a smile developing on their face. As they were climbing up, RED took a firm grip of her rapier and strolled on over to them. Step by step, she was calculating when she needed to strike. Waiting and waiting until the moment was right, RED kept her eyes on the climbing grunts. Just as they were about to get their bearing on the stage, Rebecca saw her moment and stepped forward and jabbed her sword downwards, impaling one of the grunt's arms into the stage, leaving him helpless as he screamed for mercy.
After impaling the hand of Grunt A, she clasped her hands around the head of the second grunt, while kicking his knee, knocking his legs off of the stage. As he tried scrambling to get a foot hold of the stage, his attempts to pull away from the steel woman's grasp was in vain as she had quite the brutal thought running through her mind. Lifting him up higher into the sky, she brought his head down, crashing him against the stage just to rattle his brain to make her vicious idea much more feasible. After the first strike, she lifted his head up once more and aimed his face at the pinned comrades. Her smile grew wider as she slammed the guy's face into his friend's blood spraying as some of their skin was tore from the impact.
Yet she was not done. She pulled the head away and continued an onslaught of bashing the head of the second mook against the face of the pinned rebel, both of them screaming in terror and blood spilling out of their mouths. As they screamed for mercy, she continued pummeling their faces together, faster and faster, harder and harder, until it seemed as if they were slamming each other multiple times per second. After spending a good ten seconds of torture, she released her grasp on them, letting the one she was holding slink off of the stage while the other one just was still dangling. Both of them were still alive, but their minds, spirit, and consciousness were broken.
At times like these, Rebecca was glad to have a red hood.
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Post by Contagion on Dec 8, 2016 3:56:55 GMT
Contagion's eyes narrowed to pinpoints as he let his dark gaze linger on the other Bio Android for a few moments. His fists clenched slowly as he felt his entire body force itself away so he could reach out to his comrades in SCAR. The imperfect amalgam outstretched his arms as he felt his thoughts reach out and scrape at the back of the warriors minds. "Everyone...Destroy the rebellion, our 'Master of War' deems this the best option." He hissed lowly, letting his fingers roll in and out of a fist. He looked to his two infected guards before stepping towards them. "You two, come with me." He ordered, looking ahead as the two elvish guards jerked up from their lifeless stupor and clacked their polearms against the podium floor as they stood to attention. The ivory abomination quickly walked down the steps to the ensuing chaos, his decadent cloak whipped and lashed behind him as if it were an extension of his very being. His fearsome glower softened as his eyes locked on his targets. Elderly, frail, and young Konatsians all huddled in the corner in the field of battle. "All of you! Come with me! I shall guide you to safety!" His voice boomed in an almost heroic tone as the two guards stood before the crowd defensively. Their weapons were drawn and at the ready as they lead the group forward. The scared citizens all clamored around the High Chancellor as he outstretched his arms in an expression of false warmth. "You are safe with me, I shall treat you as my own. Unlike these rebels...I value all Konatsian life." He preached, before nodding his way in Breech and RED's direction.
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Post by Freid Nietzo on Dec 10, 2016 0:06:14 GMT
Stunning down a few of the rebels had helped, but the fighting was still intense. These strangers seemed very bent on helping people, though - but their methods were quite... brutal. Freid was already engaging the next rebel grunt in a swordfight when two of them met a rather unfortunate turn of events at the hands of the little red riding droid, getting their brains smashed into mush together - meanwhile, another one was vaporized where he stood! As his blades clashed with the man he was fighting in mid-air, Freid noticed in the corner of his vision how one of the rather strange alien visitors was leading some civilians to safety. Finally, some leaders that actually cared about the Konatsian people!
"You're no match for me. Surrender!" barking an order at the man he was fighting, Freid brought his blade up in a quick flourish - the dancing red steel zipping through the air as if it too was a bolt of lightning, he hooked the blade of his enemy and ripped it from his grasp, with strength far exceeding these normal grunts, before kicking him away and down to the ground, right in front of the Konatsian soldiers that had arrived to help. The veiled vigilante gave them a quick blade salute, before noticing that the new king had jumped into the fray himself, too! And Freid couldn't feel any energy from him, making judging the strength of this individual an impossibility for him. Who he COULD judge, though, was the leader of the rebellion - who had suddenly increased his strength while fighting one of these new defenders, some guy with a strange tail. Could he fight the rebel leader alone? Doubtful, at least according to the senses of the hybrid.
However, there was strength in numbers! Rushing through the air, Freid gripped his blade with both hands, before coming up behind Almon - slashing down, the young hybrid aimed for the right shoulder of his opponent, hoping to use his focus on the bio-warrior to sneak in a hit. He didn't want to kill this rebel leader, even if he was a callous insult to all life - Freid never wished death on anyone. He could've gone for an attempt at decapitation or aimed for the heart if that was his goal. No, all he wanted was for these rebels to be forced to flee!
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One rebel grunt has been disarmed and tossed to the defending Konatsian soldiers. Attacking Almon to assist Zyajin!
KP: 2/3
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Post by Dr. Breech on Dec 14, 2016 13:13:23 GMT
The battle raged on slowly, but even with the Rebellion's reinforcements, they were beaten. With few fighters left, the rebels began to disperse. Some fled deeper into the city, while others simply ran for the gates. Breeches eyes scanned the battleground carefully, focusing on Almon, who was still brawling with Zyajin. The Konatsian bastard was fighting well, despite his weakness in comparison. Almon ignored Zyajin's words, opting instead to focus on the fight at hand. So blinded by rage, he barely even noticed his men fleeing the scene. It was because of this desire to strike down the green-clad Bio-Warrior, that Almon was struck in the side by Fried. The slicing blade cut deep, knocking Almon back from the force of the strike. He fell to a knee, panting heavily. "No... This cannot be! I am the White Queen's chosen one! I cannot be stopped by some mere pawn!" His energy flared, and with the last of his Ki, he shot into the sky. "This is not the last you'll see of me, wretches! My Queen will rule all of you, I swear it!""How pitiful." Breech approached Zyajin, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let him go for now. We needn't become savages."Breech turned to Maximillion, who had just finished wiping away a fresh coat of crimson liquid from his blade. The duo nodded to one another silently, before making their way back to the Palace. Should nooone interrupt, they'd retire to the throne room, where the Doctor would discuss his plans for the future with a King who had no true free will. Fires burned, smoke plumed, and blood spilled, but in the end, SCAR had protected its new people. The general public held little suspicion of them for the time being. With any hope, it would stay that way for a very long time...
The Rebels flee! Ocariin is safe! Exiting. Taking Zeni. Sorry for cutting it short, but my drive for this thread has dwindled. Might as well wrap it up instead of leaving it unfinished. Zyajin You're up. |
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Post by Zyajin on Dec 14, 2016 16:35:49 GMT
The green-shouldered Bio-Android gave a snort of derision as his opponent fled the scene, his metaphorical tail caught between his legs. He gave a shake of his head and a sigh before nodding towards Doctor Breech. "Very well." he said before he began to make his way back to the starship that SCAR had come on. He had an artificial gravity chamber to adjust and tweak into working form after all.
Will take PL for this with Medium Weights
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Post by Rebecca E. Dewitt on Dec 15, 2016 23:26:39 GMT
After thoroughly turning the faces of two imbeciles into a bloody kind of mashed potatoes, she noticed that the crowd was dispersing. While playing with the two rebels, apparently the rebels started to not want to mess with the new rulers of the Konatsian planet, probably due to how savage of an ass kicking they were getting. That oughta teach em! Hell, Contagion was doing his best to take the civilians to safety, which was kind of a fun sight to see as she saw the silver blob thing to actually scare people away from the area using his intimidating figure. Smiling rather confidently, she made sure her sword was thoroughly devoid of blood before she put in back in its holster as the rebels dispersed. As she did so, however, she spotted a particular a veiled figure use a sword to fight against the guy the bio-android was taking care of. Though, their target seemed distraught in learning at how quickly his men and women dispersed when confronted with such an insurmountable force like Breech, Contagion, Zyajin, and, not as strong yet, Rebecca Edolvein Dewitt. Not many people could really handle these four currently, at least anyone on this planet. Giggling as she started walking away, following a couple of the rebels she was able to keep an eye on. While moving, however, she gave a wave off to the group, before saying, "Make sure to have dinner ready when I get back, or I'll kick all yer asses, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!" With a shrill, somewhat demented laughter filling the air, Rebecca lifted up her red hood and made her way to drift into the alleyways, hellbent on finding where these rebels were located. And maybe she could brutalize a couple them even more. Her processors hummed in delight in just the mental images she was creating within her head, the deceased scattered around and having perished in many different ways.
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Post by Contagion on Dec 23, 2016 22:10:55 GMT
Elsewhere...
The corpses of the elderly and the young that the brave Chancellor led out of the warzone would be found piled in the outskirts of the city. Each of the bodies were riddled with puncture wounds from a blade and each of their faces were frozen capturing the terror and agony of their final moments. 'Eyewitness' accounts told the story of the ambush. The story that spread was rebellious zealots attacked so that the chancellor and his followers would be a bloody sacrifice in the name of their white goddess. The savagery of their blades ripping through innocent after innocent was like watching a waking nightmare. If it hadn't been for the sacrifice of the 2 loyal guards the chancellor would have been killed but thankfully. He managed to escape.
...No one questioned the bloody tattered cloak of the amalgam as he returned to the ship. He was a noble peacemaker thrust into a hellish scenario after all. Only a satisfied, knowing look Dr. Breech's way and a few 'missing' bodies gave hint to what actually happened. Behind closed doors the Chancellor would let the blood that didn't belong to him greedily sink into his body as he reflected on the utter success their ceremony had been.
S.C.A.R may have lost many Konatsian lives in the riots and struggles but they had sank their tendrils into the hearts of the populace. They were heroes, protectors, benefactors and friends to the average Konatsian. In the span of a day, the world had became only and truly theirs.
It just took a little blood, sweat, and tears.
Thread Exit. PL Please.
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