Count Your Lucky Stars (Open DE / Dragon Ball Wish) Oct 6, 2016 13:51:15 GMT Etoru likes this
Post by Zucceta on Oct 6, 2016 13:51:15 GMT
Zucceta couldn't claim to be surprised by the progression of events.
The warrior eyes Walker with caution. She hadn't forgotten their introduction. She likely never would. Perhaps she had seen a side to him the others hadn't quite seen. Perhaps they had, and accepted him. They were a forgiving lot, after all, to accept her.
Regardless, she dips her head in greeting, analysing the other arrival out of the corner of her eye. He was strong, far stronger than anyone "new", in her eyes, had any right to be--newness being, of course, that she had never met or even felt the presence of this warrior before. Many of the strong had a frustrating habit of crawling out of the woodwork. She almost finds herself tsk-ing with annoyance.
She makes a note to re-double her training efforts.
Deep within her being, as friends and allies greeted and berated each other, the warrior felt herself souring. She was donating her hard work to these fools--for what? The nameless? The weak?
She wanted to be better than she was. But, more than that, she wanted to see her son.
She clenches her fists
and slowly relaxes them, releasing a pent-up breath in a silent gasp, the tension leaving her body. Bing jokes about his semi-regular loss of limbs. If there was one thing that the last two years of Zucceta's life had taught her, it was that there was always time, always time--for better, for worse, time's relentless melt.
“As such, I instead suggest we instead wish for all the damage and chaos caused by Zucceta and her allies within the last year and a half to be undone.”
The political and tactical machine inside of the warrior, the aspect of her core voice that was still the queen of all saiyans, that would always be the queen, shot Defrosch a hard glance. "Such... phrasing... would also undo Solar Empire victories in the time since the fall of the Planet Trade Organization." It wasn't a question, and the archaic terminology was deliberate. She might have turned her back on the Saiyan war machine, but she would always be proud of what her people had accomplished when united under her leadership.
A thought crosses her mind. "Of course, if Arcose is restored (along with its concentration of Arcosian soldiers), then another violent empire regains its militant hotseat, and this time the war won't be won in a decisive surprise sweep. Many more worlds will be destroyed, on both sides of the galactic border."
And, speaking of the devil, we come to the present.
Koldar's transformation, while loud and dramatic, was nothing the queen hadn't seen before. She'd killed Arcosians before, plenty of them. Many of them had said things to similar effect as this "commander" whom had slipped under her intelligence's radar, apparently.
Her eyes dart from one part of the arcosian's carapace to another. From experience, she knew (generally) the easiest way to kill an Arcosian.
She locks eyes with his. In a split second, she could burst into the Super Saiyan Two form and dispatch him, lethally or otherwise.
In what feels like a million years, she turns her head to Maeve, eyeing her briefly for a moment. She looks to her belly, noting the development since their last meeting, and then turns back to Koldar.
"I won't fight you. Respect the wishes of the Kami."
Her coal eyes twinkle with a light mischief. "If you seek death, however, then find me after this and I can give you what you wish for. Some things don't need dragons."
She throws the rough brown sack on the ground, and the three balls spill out, moving via invisible force towards Virtual Poi's ball. Zucceta enjoyed exercising her telekinetic manipulation of her ki every now and then.