Conquest AT - Night Skies on Planet Namek

The place was crawling with powerhouses. He was genuinely impressed. He did not think there would be this number of people on Namek, but perhaps it all connected together: he could tell some were here for a reason. Their resolve was unmistakable and their commitment undeniable, yet it stood to reason that he felt much more of a stranger in that case. Who were these guys? He did not recognize anyone from their part except for the Saibaman.

One spoke their mind for one: Jackie. How weird. He did not think Jackie of all people would be on such a planet. Last time they met she was a mechanic with super strength that liked spicy food, but well, in a way maybe she developed in the way he had already expected so long ago after all. No person with power could lead a 'normal' life in this world. While he would have liked to answer her telepathic statement with the words 'I told you so', he could not quite speak into others' minds.

This Ring was unfamiliar to him, but not so much. It sounded just like the kind of nuisance he too had to deal with not so long ago. Well, thankfully for her, there were by now several veterans of body possession here on Namek, so he did not pay it over half a mind. He knew Erebos was capable to handle that. Many more joined, some of which with a fine spectacle too. People had a good taste on this side of the galaxy, perhaps leaving a hint of nostalgia in the Saiyan's mind in seeing so many different faces and hearing voices he had not even perceived in so long.

"Money and power? Is that all you offer? Perhaps you will gather a band of mercenaries, but I doubt anyone here stands for such trivial reasons."

He did not even need to address the 'enlightenment' type speech. It was very suspicious. He had to deal with religious freaks before, it was not like he had not heard the same things over and over again, and yet seen close to no facts. The only one time he managed to follow someone for something alike was through some manner of mind manipulation, certainly not an episode that would happen ever again.

"I respect your first choice of weapon being words, Ollo. But you see, those who take lives so carelessly can rarely be reasoned with."

Nasu felt like offering some manner of advice, but if he knew him well enough, he would likely continue in the attempt to persuade them nevertheless. While most of the others were already going to take their fights elsewhere, including his friend. But Nasu decided to stay indeed to see this through. Erebos did leave a message in his mind, but again he had no means to respond when he was already gone somewhere into the tree.

The Saiyan shoved the hoe he held in his fist into the ground, deep enough for the tool to stand against the fiercest winds. From his body, a towering entity appeared made out of an energy brighter than Earth's sky; a massive monkey, not unlike a Great Ape that instead stood as a shield, at first, to the Saiyan allowing his actual body not to get directly involved into the meteors' trajectory. That was his first idea, but it evolved the very moment he executed it. One humongous fist closed around a meteor large enough not to be obliterated into his grasp and launched it straight into Kamae. Even if that thing dodged, maybe he could scrape the tree. And he continued with a couple more rocks that fell around him.

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WC: 615

Active PL: 80,368

HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%

KP: 6/6

MP: 1/6

OOC Notes/Items Used:
[UT] Spirit Body is throwing rocks

Just as Nero made his grandiose appearance, yet another ally of his had arrived at his side directly. Zhalla, one who he had met long ago, and reunited with under unexpected circumstances as a bounty target for the Saiyan side of his family. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Sunshine. I was born ready to put a stop to this.” Nero smirked, it felt good to have such solid allies!

_{Commissioned art done by Hylyte!}

Keeping up with the events before him, Nero first made note of a slight clash of methodology. Erebos— eager as ever to get into the thick of things; went right to fighting, targeting the black and white spaced out individual— Ollo who spoke to the Saibaman with familiarity before coming to the defense of the wobbly stanced entity, imploring that proceedings would come to a more peaceful end, bless his heart.

In a sense, they were two sides of a coin, both of their reactions held meaning, and were fit for a specific purpose. Able to observe and assess quickly, Nero noted the odd behaviour of Erebos’ target; there was more to this than meegts the eye, Nero was certain of this. As such, he chose to advise both Erebos and Ollo with haste. “Erebos, Ollo, there is a line between the need for action and the need for diplomacy— and in many cases both are needed as they go hand in hand. You can play to your strengths but to deny the importance of other solutions is to deny the power of your own.”

All sorts of clashes continued, a porcelain white android came to the defense of Erebos once the warbly entity gained some composure. An ally of Erebos, no doubt! “Watch yourself there, friend!” Thanks to their action however, Nero could better observe the unsettled entity before them, and the more he observed, the more he felt something wasn’t quite right... Somewhat familiar even? Strange, indeed. “There is more to this one than we may think— They aren’t all there.” Giving them such attention, Nero unintentionally put forward some of the purifying power that he possessed towards this entity. If there was any effect as a result of this unconscious desire to uncover the truth and help, that remained to be seen.

Soon enough, the air became still. Nero could hear the tree moving of course, as slightly as it did over time, but he didn’t think too much of it until more abrupt movements occurred as the tree began to grow hundreds of faces all making a discord of emotions; one that at first made little sense, but it was building up to something that Nero had managed to anticipate with his enhanced hearing... It all became a chorus of a song, and that song curled up towards the top of the tree. At first, it was nonsense, but the longer he could hear it a more advanced facet of Nero’s hearing kicked in— he began to understand the strange language that the song was in.

Nero narrowed his eyes, determined and certain of how to move forward regarding this giant thing. There was more to this tree, and simply cutting it down might not be the way to be rid of it in the best way possible. It was something he would continue to ruminate on, as something else drew the focus of the many that had gathered, the bulb on the tree had opened to reveal what Nero could only assume was the individual behind these events.

The one that emerged from the bulb had a great deal to say it seemed, though most if not all of it was largely ignored. Their remarks to Erebos and Ward were quite odd. They attempted to sway Erebos, but that sassy shadowmancer had other plans. They tried to pull Ward apart verbally, and despite Ward’s obvious rage, such words did nothing. Nero knew Erebos and Ward well enough at this point to understand that the Demon was already free, and that Ward’s conviction was unshakable.

When the stranger looked toward him, Nero scoffed. “You’ll learn something alright, just you wait.” Soon enough, more tangible fighting had begun, Tabor launched himself at the faceless one, Erebos once again made an attack at his initial target as Jackie finally arrived on the scene— then it clicked, from that meeting with her only a short while ago— that wobbly and non-cohesive entity matched the description of Azuki! Nero quickly reached out to Jackie with his telepathy. ’Waste no time Jackie, if that tree produced the foe which we see before us; its insides may not be any good for either of them— go to her, make haste!

Moments later, the Saibaman’s power rose, which got some of Nero’s attention, the little guy rushed at him and Zhalla with eyes closed, flailing his arms around wildly, he looked scared out of his wits, panicked beyond measure and he sounded much worse— the true tone of which Nero could hear in great detail. Nero grit his teeth, and swung his staff around before swinging it in the Saibaman’s direction to try and slow his advance. “No. Our fight is not with you, nor is your fight with us. It is with yourself.” Staring the Saibaman down, Nero’s expression wasn’t one of anger, rather one of a stern older sibling. “You do have a choice in what you do here. You cannot hope to fool your own heart in this way.”

At the same time, Nero reached out to Ollo telepathically, just in case. ’Ollo, if I cannot reason with the Saibaman, I will need you to do it, you seem acquainted, perhaps he will listen to you more readily.’ Nero then moved toward Zhalla and gave her a determined nod. “I have an idea, I’ll need you to cover me.”

Moments later, the weather was slowly altered and the sky was filled with Ward’s magically conjured meteors, causing all sorts of pandemonium. Nero’s response was to shoot off a few bolts of Ki to evaporate a few that may strike some unlucky or inattentive folks. At the very least, Nasu managed to make some constructive use of these things. Speaking of Nasu, Nero decided to try and telepathically message him. ’Nasu, it’s been a while. I’m not sure if you recognise me after so long, but if you could keep an eye on the money oriented android or keep him at bay and look after that Namekian Elder nearby that would be most appreciated!’

Additionally, Nero tried to message Ward telepathically to check in on him or help the Shinjin refocus himself, just to be safe. ’Ward, I understand how you must feel right now, but it is unlike you to show so much outward aggression. If you must use it, focus it on the one that creates it. I will need you to cover me, I think I can do something about that tree.’

With that, Nero rushed towards the base of the tree, he expected to meet resistance of course, but he was ready.