In the chaotic wastes of the Northern Scar, a figure floated. The lean form of Walker stared at the area of Namek, considering. He had arrived on this planet not long before, looking for... something. An answer, perhaps. He sighed, rubbing his face momentarily, before throwing his arms back and letting himself fall. As he sped to the ground, images flashed through his mind, memories of his short but tumultuous life so far. Just as he had, so long before when he learned to fly, he pulled up at the very last moment. skimming over the Namekian surface. His tail flicked in the wind, and the breeze sped through his needles. It was peaceful. He had told no-one where he was going, nor that he was leaving at all.
He needed time to think, to consider. Before all this began, he had been peaceful, if interested in gaining strength, but it had been... different. Even if this wish had happened, he didn't think he could return to what once had been. He had seen, learned too much. The thousand and one images, pains, and things he had learned pulled at him, and he needed to decide, but what?
Pushing his clawed hands against the side of his head, he rolled about, then finally dropped to the ground. Staring up at the sky, he waited. Something would occur to him, eventually.
[Thread PL: 198,102 | Mazoku Wrath (x18P) Active! Current PL: 3,565,836!] [Day Pass from being Beelzebub's student in use.]
"What a coincidence to find you of all people here."
The voice of a familiar soul broke the silence of the Northern Scar. Xylo floated a few feet behind the Wooden Warrior, his feet mere inches above a large plateau. All along the disc-like stone were large pillars with words written in Namekian chiseled into the base of each one. Xylo was floating next to the largest pillar, which sat in the center.
"It's interesting that you chose this place. It's the Mazoku Burial Grounds." His hand waved over the pillars as he explained. "The strongest of us are buried here by our brothers, while those unworthy are buried below the plateau. I came to pay my respects to our father." He tapped the pillar he was next to with his hand, before landing next to it.
"I would have been buried here as well, were it not for a friend of mine putting me to rest somewhere else. I still haven't found where exactly that is though..."
He gave his half-brother a closer look. It seemed he'd attained some new form of power. It put him in a tier that rivaled even Zerori, perhaps even surpassing her. If Xylo wasn't technically dead, he'd probably be a bit more wary of his powerhouse of a sibling.
"Tell me Walker, what brings you to Namek? I could have sworn you mentioned something about Earth last time we met."
The burial grounds of the Mazoku, hmm? Interesting. He turned to face his half-brother, bowing deeply. "It is good to see you again, Xylo. You've managed to escape from Hell as well?" Pausing, he stared up over the Namekian's head. "You are aware you can remove that halo, correct?' The tree was unaware that his shattering of the halo above his head had merely coincided with it's breakage as he exited the portal. He was also unaware of the Day Pass, thus causing his current confusion. Regardless of the oddity he saw, he moved forward.
"Well, should you locate it, I will certainly help you bury your old body. It seems only right."
He folded his arms, floating at a slight angle now. "As for what brings me here, I am... considering. Recent events have left me a bit adrift, and I do not know if I truly understand my own drives." He didn't exactly want to clarify further, for fear of seeming foolish. The rudderless feeling he was having was one he could not properly put into words.
"What will you be doing now, if I may ask?" If nothing else, he could compare himself to what Xylo had planned.
The Mazoku bowed back to his brother, a warm smile on his face. It was good to see family again, no matter how little they truly knew each other. His smile soon faded, replaced by confusion when Walker spoke. It seemed that Walker was under the impression his brother was actually alive. He considered correcting him, but he decided against it. No reason to spoil things for the wooden warrior. "I must admit that I quite enjoy the halo. Something about it feels... Correct. I'll keep it for a while, I think."
His eyes scanned the landscape. Things never seemed to change around here. It was always vile and nearly inhospitable. The perfect place for Mazoku. He wondered if those who survived the attack on Guru's home all those years ago still lived here. Xylo spoke absent-mindedly as he eyes wandered "No... No need for that. I respect my allies choice... Wherever the hell that choice was, anyways."
Something about this place made Xylo feel nostalgic. Though he wanted to simply simmer in his memories, Walker's words tore him out of his daze. "What am I doing? It's simple, brother." His fists clenched, teeth bared as he turned his sights towards the much nicer landscape off in the distance. "I'm here to make the Solar Empire and the Namekian's who shunned me PAY for what they did to my clan! For far too long we've been forced to hide in the shadows, and for what?! We sought power, just like the Warrior Caste do. Why are we any different from them?"
His head snapped back to Walker, a plan forming in his head. "Brother... Your strength is incredible. I don't know if I can take down whoever leads the Solar Empire here alone, but if I had your help, perhaps I could drive them off. Then... Then I could take my rightful place as Lord of this planet!" It was a risk to be so blunt with his request, but Xylo was never one for secrets, not now, anyways. His silver tongue had rusted since his death, perhaps even earlier than that.
"Think about it, Walker. Perhaps that's why you're so conflicted. You've been ignoring the Mazoku blood in your veins for too long! So focused you were on the Earth and its tribulations that you forgot your own people! All I ask is for your assistance this once. Once I have control over the planet, we won't need to fight much more."
Cupping a hand to his face, the tree considered his words. It hadn't escaped his notice how rough this place was. That the Mazoku Caste was sent out here was troubling on it's own. However, if nothing else, he could agree that the SSE did not need to be on this planet, especially after the recent events on Earth. What he wasn't sure about was whether he should trust Xylo. It was all shades of grey, it seemed. His training under Kami had made him think that the world was far more binary than it was turning out to be, in the end. Motives, all conflicting, tracing back sometimes hundreds of years. It was a tangled mess, and in the end, he tried to act for the greater good. Had he actually done so? Why had he done so?
Returning Xylo's gaze, he considered the request. Helping the Mazoku take back the planet? It did hold some sense of... properness, to him, but he was yet uncertain. Still... there was a way to decide this, wasn't there? Closing his eyes for a moment, he tilted his head, weighing the thoughts. "I will... consider it, at the least. If nothing else, I can agree that the SSE has no cause to remain here, and I also wish them gone."
His feet slid suddenly through the air, and his hands whipped upwards, crossing, then pulling back in a ready stance, palms forward and fingers curved. "Still... Brother though you may be, we both hold certain things true, do we not?" His eyes opened, and the glowing purple orbs bored into Xylo's eyes. "I am curious what you have learned, and I would know what your plans for this planet would be. I would be loathe to exchange one problem for another." An ironic statement, given the events on Konats, but the tree had no idea of what was occurring there. "So, brother... let us see how you have grown." His power sunk, and in a moment, Walker was of near-equal standing to Xylo.
Xylo's serious expression turned to a smirk as Walker's Ki lowered itself. It seemed the Wooden Warrior was interested in seeing Xylo's new power. "Me? A problem? I've only been to Hell, Brother. What could possibly give you that impression?" He chuckled darkly to himself, center of gravity lowering as he parted his legs, bringing his hands up, and baring his claw-like nails at his foe.
"I must admit, I would prefer to fight you at your fullest, but we both know how poorly that will go for me."
A chilling wind blew through the air, howling ominously as the brothers stared one another down. This was an important battle. The contents of which could shape the galaxy forever... Of course, neither of them knew that just yet. For all they knew, this was just a simple spar like any other, and that's all it needed to be.
Xylo took the first move, body shifting forwards before breaking into a sprint. He'd kick off the edge of the plateau, shooting through the sky towards his bark-laden brother with his fist pulled back. With a mighty thrust, his fist would fly towards Walker, intent on leaving a hefty dent in his face.
[KP: 3/3] Simple attack for the start of our bout!
Xylo came hurtling toward Walker, fist out, prepared to deck the tree. A classic opening, if a bit dull in it's unoriginal nature. With a quick smack, Walker elbowed the arm and returned with a vicious side kick, then a headbutt. Skipping backwards, aided by his flight, the tree zoomed to the side and then tucked his arms in, beginning a flurry of jabs.
"So, my question remains. What would life under your rule look like? Why should I support your claim to the throne?" He wove around, limbs bending and moving, taking full advantage of his Namekian-like physiology. It was the foremost question to his mind, really. Xylo was worrying, but he was not mad like Plato or overly murderous, at least not as far as Walker could tell. Instead, his potential issues came from other sources.
He may have been questioning his morals, but he was not about to simply allow the torment and subjugation of those who did not deserve it. That was not to say the current leaders necessarily deserved their spot, but there was no reason to replace the useless with the malicious. There was a distinct sense that Xylo was being blunt to the exclusion of tact, almost as if he was rushed, but why? Was there someone after him? Unless it was someone like Vipoi or Zuccetta, it seemed hardly likely Walker would be unable to handle the situation.
Xylo's strike was met with an efficient counter in the form of an elbow, the connecting limbs sending a shock-wave of Ki bursting through the landscape upon impact. Adrenaline surged through the Mazoku's body, as Walker retaliated with a kick to the side. The Namekian was barely able to pull his arm back in time, allowing him to block with his forearm, absorbing the strike well enough. The headbutt caught Xylo by surprise; it hit him square in the jaw, giving Walker ample time to get in quite a few free jabs.
After a few punches found their way to the Namekian's form, Xylo finally regained his composure. He matched the Wooden Warriors jabs with punches of his own, hopping backwards soon after the final punch was tossed on both sides.
"My rule would be mighty! The Mazoku would stand tall over their disrespectful, peace-loving brothers. They're too complacent in their ways. We need to be prepared for war from all sides! Who knows when someone will decide they 'need' our Dragon Balls and will think they can just walk all over us, force our Guru to create a set, and take them for selfish needs?! Our planet was destroyed by a mechanical abomination because of our unwillingness to see the dangers right in front of us, and the Saiyans barging in to crash on our couch is not going to solve any damn problems!"
With a mighty shout, Xylo rushed in again, this time flying slightly higher than Walker, and attempting to spin-kick him right in the jaw which would send Walker back a bit. Should he succeed, he'd chase after his launched brother, intent to smash an elbow into the bark-covered brawler's back.
"All we need to do is remove the Saiyans and prepare our Fighters; Mazoku or Warrior Caste. Whoever is willing to fight can, but they won't listen unless I show them how weak the Saiyan's are compared to just two Warriors!"
With a grunt of pain, Walker attempted to block the spin-kick and failed, taking a blistering smack to the face, his neck cracking to one side as he was sent hurtling back. "Mighty? So what! I can respect your concern. As far as I can tell, Namek has next to no defences outside of the Saiyans. Earth was nearly suffering the same fate, due to their complacency. In fact..." He grunted again, this time managing to bring his arms up as he spun, catching the elbow with a cross guard, then flipping up suddenly for a double kick to Xylo's chest.
"Earth's Dragon Balls are gone, shattered during their last wish to restore the universe's damage from recent events." He dove low, and whipped into a series of spinning kicks. "I was responsible for finding two of them, in the end. My original intent was to guard, but it became necessary to use them, instead." Growling, he flipped backwards, landing with legs spread wide and fists held up. "However! I refuse to allow that to be used in order to belittle or enslave others. Is your desire truly to rouse the worlds from their foolish complacency, or is it dominion you desire?"
"Even with the queen stepping down, the SSE has numerous strong fighters. If they are to be removed from Namek, it must be decisive. If nothing else, the Guru must be kept away from the SSE. Should that fail, one of these will be required." Reaching into his pouch, he removed a watch-like device. "A Dragon Radar. We cannot allow the SSE to get a wish, or who knows what might happen. If you can swear that your intentions are true, without deceit, then I will not only help you free Namek, but ensure that if the Dragonballs are created, they will not be misused."
Xylo's spin-kick had rung true, causing him to chase after Walker. His elbow was stopped expertly by Walker's defenses, however. Xylo stared his brother down for a moment, before the two broke off. The Mazoku listened intently to Walker's words, his eyes trained on the Wooden Warriors body as he awaited his next motion. "The Dragon Balls of Earth are gone? More reason we need to act quickly then! If people get desperate, where the hell do you think they're gonna look for another set? It's not like Arcose is going to make any Dragon Balls soon!"
Walker decided on a low-aiming approach, spinning his leg rapidly towards Xylo. The Namekian hopped over the attacks, repaying his brothers efforts with a quick jab to the temple. Walker was able to evade it quite easily however; a simple backflip, before settling into a defensive stance.
"My intentions are to lead my people to a brighter, stronger future. We'll crush the Saiyans, the Arcosians, and anyone else foolish enough to try and stop us! If my own race wishes to ignore the facts in front of them -that they're on a crash course for the Afterlife yet again- then the only thing they deserve is my dominion!"
Walker pulled a device out of a pouch as he began to explain. Apparently it was used to find the Dragon Balls. Quite handy if they wanted to keep them from everyone else.
The Mazoku was asked to swear to be truthful, so he obliged. "I won't deceive you, brother. Family or not, an ally cannot be truly gained on a foundation of falsehood. I am going to take this planet over, drive out the Saiyans, and prepare my people for war. If there are people who disagree with me, I'll either kill them or cast them out, like they did to me and my father so many years ago. If we succeed, we'll prepare, and eventually strike at the heart of the Saiyan Empire. It's the only way to ensure the Namekian people can prosper."
He landed next to his blood-brother, his expression sincere. "It's time we take what is rightfully ours. The Mazoku Empire will be birthed on a pedestal of war, to show our enemies that we will not take things sitting down any longer. Will you help me, brother?"
he tree did not respond at first, simply putting away the device. Folding his arms, he tilted his head slightly. "I can see merit in your words, it is true." His hand rose, and he held up a single finger. "However." Shaking his head, the tree turned about, facing the same direction as Xylo and staring out of the land. "While I can agree that those who are unwilling to act, relying sheerly on others to save them, they should not be coddled, I cannot approve of you simply becoming the next Zuccetta. Would you truly become that which has taken over this planet?"
"If you intend to replace the SSE with a Namekian overlord, I am not certain I agree with that logic. Still, if forced to chose between the two, I would prefer you running the planet over them." Frowning, he looked out for a moment, then sighed. "Allow me to put it thusly."
"Before now, all my life and ideals were based on the teachings of a small handful of people. I had no experience, and I relied on their views of the world." Bing, Scargot... even Kaula, to an extent. He had lived in a peaceful manner, training in case he had to defend the earth. The Z-Fighters had not helped Namek, however. Only Bing had gone to Kanassa. Nobody helped Konats. The fighters of Earth seemed only concerned with Earth, and nothing more. It did not seem right.
Moreover, the people of Earth were content to simply let the fighters protect them, ignoring them otherwise. The BBA was a useful start, but against a planet of warriors like Vegeta? It was too little. It sickened him to watch those he knew fight and die for masses that likely never even knew their names, were so ungrateful for the sacrifice they got.
"I will not simply choose my path based on your words alone, brother or not. I cannot say if we will be, in the long run, allies, enemies, or competition. However, if nothing else... when the day comes that you free Namek from the SSE, I will be there to strike their soldiers down next to you." Turning, he offered a hand to Xylo, nodding slightly in affirmation.
The Mazoku listened intently to Walker's words. It seemed that the Wooden Warrior was, at the very least, not going to stop him when the time came. Xylo nodded, his hand reaching for Walker's shoulder. He patted his brother, a smile growing on his face. "Good enough for me. I hope you'll be more convinced that what I'm doing is right when my allies and I challenge the leader of the operations here."
Xylo turned, popping the collar of his leather jacket as his eyes turned skyward. "You'll know when the time is right when you feel our Ki's clash. If your mind changes by then, I suppose I'll be back in Hell sooner than I'd like. Speaking of..."
Xylo's body slowly began to fade away, becoming more and more transparent by the second. He turned back to Walker, winking at him. "See you in a month."
And just like that, he was gone again.
The wind howled, carrying Xylo's spirit back to its rightful place... For now.