Blight be Purged [CONQUEST]

"Take that rapscallion!" Rhapsody would cry as the pommel of her sword came into contact with the gut of the final bandit.

Her battle against the small bandit party at the edge of the ruined metropolis had come to an end; after examining the unconscious defeated, Rhapsody would sigh a sigh of relief as she lowered her guard and sheath her sword. It had been some time since she'd had to contend with powered individuals; not since she and Zerori had claimed a former pirate captains ship. In the meantime, she'd been living peaceably back on her home planet, but with Aiden taking command of the village guard, Rhapsody decided to keep her promise to the small, tailed child Zerori and was now visiting Plant once again!

"You brigands nearly had me, but not many can defeat the grrrrrrrreeat, Rhapsody Shade!" Rhapsody would exclaim victoriously; before suddenly, the entire area around her would erupt in a shimmering blue light, "What the hec- err, I mean, what sorcery is this!?" She would question as she retook a defensive stance; taking grip of her sword as she examined her surroundings, "Nothing immediate?" She'd muttered, turning her attention towards the defeated bandits, "I hope you've all learn your lessons, now if you'll excuse me!"

Spreading her wings for a powerful motion, Rhapsody would take off directly into the sky above for a better look of the area. How her oblivious self had missed it before, she had no idea, but upon clearing the buildings around her she had taken notice of the eerie blue light that stretched across the entirety of he city. Was this light always here? Of course not, but the fact that it had taken over the ruined city so effortlessly meant that it must have been here from the beginning.

"It this another invasion?" Rhapsody would question curiously as a bit of excitement filled her breast, "Then perhaps one might have need of my sword!" She'd exclaim before speeding through the sky towards the center of the city.

It wouldn't take long for her to notice the source of the strange blue light; an auburn haired individual with a unique garb. While similar, she was incredibly different from the former bandits Rhapsody had just dealt with. 'Could this be a final boss!?' Rhapsody thought excitedly, doing her best to hold back an ever growing grin that stretched her face.

"You there!" Rhapsody would call out as she approached the individual, keeping her hand upon her swords grip, "What manner of sorcery is this!? Are you a villain?" She'd ask bluntly; before questioning to herself internally as to what a villain would even want with a barren, destroyed place like this, "My name is Rhapsody Shade! And I'll not have you destroying this... already destroyed....."

Rhapsody found herself at a loss; she had no idea what the individual before her was even doing, so how exactly could she help here? If it was magic, it certainly wasn't any kind of magic that Rhapsody had ever seen; furthermore, the magic seemed rather harmless... 'Am I the bad guy here!?' Rhapsody thought as she removed her hand from her sword and gave the woman a slight bow in apology.

"Uhh, sorry for my rudeness!" She'd begin awkwardly, "But could you tell me what you're doing?? Is it bad? I truly have no idea, hehe." She'd ask in a somewhat embarrassed manner; she certainly didn't want to fight someone who wasn't doing a bad thing, but only now had she realized she'd rushed into the situation without thinking properly about the matter.

The Destron’s thick, suffocating aura had been subdued, at least partially. How thoughtful of the creator of this enchantment. To fix what was broken. To cleanse the rot and the stench of war. Such a good deed.

But good deeds never go unpunished.

With a hiss, an energy bullet whizzes clean into the sky. Whirring and whistling, shooting clean past Amara and into the sun-kissed clouds far above. A boom, then a shockwave, revealing a False Moon hovering in the air above the ruins.

”Fancy lightshow.”

The Shredder Corp captain floated into view, arms crossed as he ascended from the crags. He’d been watching, for a time. Trying to decide what his best course of action would be. Of all things, he decided on this.

A message beeped away on the scouter, inviting a handful of folks to the desolate wastes. Kabe, Lottus, and, strangely enough, K5, all received the same missive:



A ping of the location sent itself alongside the invite, and he left it at that. His choice of crew was a tad odd, but the others he’d tried connecting to were off-world.

Maybe contacting them was foolish. This may be something he could solve on his own. But if he were to be king, he needed to be comfortable ordering folks around more frivolously.

”I’ll make this simple. Halt this project— magic, techno-bubbles, whatever you want to label it— and leave. That’s all the warning I’ll give, and it should be plenty.”

An energy cartridge slid into position on the arm-mounted cannon, and a hiss signaled it was at the ready. With the landscape as it was, this almost felt like one of those old-school showdowns. The false moonlight bathed the area in a pale, corporate glow, reflecting off the trapped Destron bubbles dancing around the area.

Vocado regarded the other two with little interest. Potentially powerful warriors, but of little consequence for now. Should things get deadly, he’d be sure to try and appeal to them… somehow.

”Don’t make me repeat myself.”

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    Vocado's attempt to contact Lottus had ultimately been unnecessary - Lottus did not possess a scouter, but he had been keeping track of the much more powerful Saiyan. After his crushing defeat at Vocado's hands, the latter had chosen to not kill him. Instead, Lottus had been sent to the Palace hospital, and dunked in a vat of healing liquid. There he had remained until his wounds had healed, and his full power restored.

    The cross shaped slashes that he had received from Dark were not fully eliminated even by the chamber, and now he bore the marks as a glorious scar. He had been refitted with new battle armor, and re-inducted into the Saiyan military - a task Lottus made sure to make as difficult as possible. He had been told he was being drafted into Vocado's Shredder Corps. - a deliciously apt name, considering the way Lottus preferred to kill. His power had even grown since recovering, more than doubling by his own estimations.

    Lottus had been following Vocado with his ability to sense Ki; and found that there were others he did not recognize. Small powers, but still noticeable. One was comparable to his own; which brought a savage excitement to Lottus' chest as his blood burned for battle. Before his arrival, a power ball had been sent to the sky - and Lottus averted his gaze to avoid turning into one of the giant apes. No, he wanted to be present of mind for whatever was to happen.

    Rather than take up a flanking position, Lottus Flies up some distance behind Vocado, and moves into position to Vocado's left side. He gazes out at the scene, scowling.

    "Looks like my home has some uninvited guests. And I didn't even get a chance to skin a Saibamen for a welcome flag." Lottus rasps as he moves within peripheral view of Vocado. His scowl becomes a vicious grin. "...Looks like these guests have some strength. I do enjoy having playmates to rough up."

    He looks more closely, and realizes that two of them are neither Saiyans, nor are they Tuffles.

    "Ahhh, tourists... Looks like I get to show some Saiyan hospitality today." Lottus remarks, looking down at Papri and Rhapsody with a murderer's glee. He looks past Vocado at the other Saiyan whom he recognized, but had never actually met. Like the woman with wings, this Saiyan was similar, but stronger still than Lottus, and the desire to test the other Saiyan's might seared through Lottus, but he restrains his bloodlust.

    That left the last one - a person surrounded by some kind of lightshow - and he could not sense this person's energy at all. It was perplexing, and made Lottus wary. His grin widens as the excitement for killing grows in his chest.

    "Who's blood do I get to bathe in today?" Lottus wonders aloud, uncaring if he is heard. Vocado's attention seemed to be on the woman who's energy was somehow impossibly empty, so Lottus turned his dark eyes to the two others down further in the city. "Just give the word Vocado, and I'll start tearing flesh from bone..!"

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Plant. Celosia. Cleaning up a long drawn-out mess.



Jackie will be the first to admit she hadn't had much thought about the planet. It was out of the way, and she only ever thought of it in terms of the war that raged on it forever. The kami was more than content resting near her home or chilling with the tribes of Korin Forest. In fact, that was what she was doing before she got a brain blast from a familiar voice. one she wasn't really expecting. It more blindsided her in the middle of teaching some of the Karinga Tribe. And unlike a certain president who saw this as an opportunity to have an I.O.U, the young guardian took pause to consider how this might help more people across the galaxy.

Was it meddling? A little. Interestingly different compared to what she did on Namek, if Celosia was to be believed in her words here. Clearing what was essentially nuclear waste from a desolated scar on the planet. Celosia didn't need to do much convincing, Jackie knew this was both a good cause AND could be a learning experience so she may too one day do something extravagant and similar with her own magic. Speaking of... She's been practicing moving around. 

Ever since she's not had Fend around, she wanted to learn how to replicate temporal dislocation. And it surprisingly came to her as naturally as the projection into Otherworld. Maybe this Kami Stuff really just DID give her an unnecessary privilege. Guess it never hurt to use it for good here. 

Unfamiliar with Plant's layout, Jackie would feel out just a rough estimate around Celosia's locale. Throwing up this prototyped beam of light from Earth that was soar into the skies. It didn't look like a discreet dark portal or subtle shimmering kai kai. And honestly? It just made it more personal. To those on the other side, they'd first see her presence in a similar beam of light erupting from the earth on the outskirting sections of these ruins. Far enough away where some could miss it if they weren't looking in its general direction. It'd last long enough for her to step through the other side. To a world so radically different from what she imagined in her head.

Then there was everyone that seemed to gather here. Celosia was obvious, but there were many she did not recognize just sensing them. The young kami would have to draw closer to tell if this was opposition or not, but a few were notably strong. The one that really stuck out to her was a flame she hadn't actually gotten to speak to in a while.

'Derry?'
Jackie tapped her feet on the ground a few times to acclimate to the strange amount of gravity as she thought to herself. There was little to be found out by stalling out here though. After some quick lumbering up, a faint orange aura flared around her as she popped into the skies. Homing in on the Earthling President and her little acquaintance. Having arrived at the tail end of all their gathering here, Jackie caught only a bit of a warning and some other threats from the surrounding other presences. Majority Saiyan. She's never seen so many at once. There were a few more colorful characters, like a woman with vaguely angelic... cat features? And a very BLUE person idling near the ground. Those were at least the powers that stuck out.

"Celosia. And, Derry? Funny seeing you here. Guess you also got the call? We've really gotta talk later, ya know."
She'd link with the two as the telepathy at this point was how she was comfortable trying to converse, waving at them both with that way too bright and cheery smile of hers.

"This was a clean up, yeah? It looks... Interesting? I could help if the place needed clearin' of debris."
Jackie pulled her gaze down at what Amara was doing. Jackie wasn't going to pretend she ever got skilled enough with modern mechanics to understand Hardlight of all things. It looked neat though. Vocado, among other things, did demand a little more attention though. And K4? Man, he was seeing him in all the strangest spots too. She'd try to further link her thoughts to the pair, as they seemed to most directly talk with the trio now acting around Amara.

"Hey Kay, Hey... Sir. Is there something wrong? Oh! I know. It's probably a good idea to warn people who might be hiding out here to avoid all that nasty stuff while it's being moved around. That can be quickly arranged if that's the issue."
Oh sweet summer child. She was taking this talk gingerly, clasping hands together and smiling like she didn't have a pack of sharks staring at her right about now.

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Thread PL: 92,000
Current PL: 5,000 (Suppressed)
KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 1/6 (+1)
DAM: 0/250% (+0)
CDN: N/A

TLDR;
- Upon being called on, a pillar of light will appear and disappear from the outskirts. Out steps a Jackie using this Starguardian Transpose UT.
- She takes to the skies to meet up and casually linger in the air not too far from Amara.
- She cautions to question those approaching what the issue is with Telepathy between Derry, Amara, K5 and Vocado simultaneously.

WC: 900

What were the odds that someone happened to be in the city during her cleanse? Low, but apparently not low enough for it to happen TWICE! Amara sensed the first; The stranger had a low battle power and hadn't actively come to confront her, so Amara had simply opted to... politely ignore it and continue her work. The second had been a curveball, dark to her senses but clear to her eyes as they flew up and got partway into a heroic tirade before stumbling. Try as she might, the hybrid couldn't fully bite back the tiny giggle that escaped her. "Well, nobody can claim your heart wasn't in the right place!" That was refreshing. Amara had been involved with many less than scrupulous individuals as of late, even more ridiculously morally bankrupt than Derry!

"It's a bit hard to concentrate on both of these things at the same time-" The woman paused as her hold on the hardlight net wavered, the bubbles shuddering and threatening to pop before Amara wrested back control. With a frustrated grunt, she'd halt the purification process, leaving the web in stasis and freeing up her concentration. "Not to be rude, but could you maybe run along? I don't wanna accidentally douse you or that other stranger down there with a faceful of concentrated gas. Oh! Right, you asked what I was doing. So... you know all those purple murder clouds clogging up the place? Trying to get rid of those. It's a pretty interesting process since I have to atomically-"

Amara's excitement gave way to an abrupt silence as she moved to push Rhapsody! An errant energy bullet whistled by shortly after, and while the direction indicated it would've missed, Amara had doubts a second would. And who else could that aggressive attack belong to other than Vocado? His (presumably) sarcastic comment at the dancing hardlight was met with a smirk: "Thanks! It's pretty popular at parties. You in the market for a magician?" Sparks flew from her palms, gauntlets humming dangerously as Amara's power began to coalesce. Though the follow-up demands quickly soured the mood, the Saiyan demanding her work halt immediately.

"...I kinda like techno-bubbles," Amara mumbled aloud, making light of Vocado's threat despite knowing damn well the man was deadly serious. "I'm gonna have to decline. You aren't here on the authority of King Taori; that much is obvious. I don't know exactly what it is about sweeping up this vile gas that's got you in such a tizzy over it, but I won't back down because someone gets in the way." The soldier has formed a power ball at some power, eerie glow reflecting off the dancing bubbles, yet somehow Vocado hadn't even deigned to transform. Impressive self-control, she'd admit. As perhaps a last chance of sorts, Vocado gave Amara another out but reinforcing he wouldn't be repeating himself, the gesture met with a sharp glare. "Hearing that bullshit once was enough for a lifetime, thanks."

Amara huffed, eyes drifting upwards and lingering passively on the massive ship sitting in the sky before it registered that, no, the spacecraft hadn't been there before. "What the heck?" She had assumed Vocado's opposition boiled down to a lone rogue soldier being a dick, but assuming this mystery ship was on his side, things suddenly looked much more severe. And while the sight of a fine vessel was impressive, the wonder was dwarfed by the scene of a classically-armored Saiyan flipping down from it and literally regurgitating a giant curved greatsword. "Uhhh..." HER summonable weapons came from hardlight duplicates based on enchanted matrixes of physical items stored elsewhere. "Is that normal?" What kind of biological glitch in the system allowed something like that!? Sword swallowers weren't even REAL - curse you county fairs - let alone reverse versions!

If that wasn't enough, ANOTHER Saiyan in dire need of a haircut rolled up beside Vocado, carelessly spouting murderous comments into the open air. "While you could probably use a bath in general, gonna have to make an executive call and say blood won't be involved. Ever heard of soap?" While Vocado was openly threatening, this guy just seemed like a pure murderer, plain and simple. His battle power being pretty low was a small consolation. Vocado's current roster had all the makings of an impromptu ambush, apparently spurred on by her devious designs to destroy Destron. Beneath the layers of pep, bad comebacks, and quirky behavior was a genuine, deep-seated frustration - the emotion has been simmering for a while now but rose to a low boil at this setback.

Then emerged a machine most hilarious, one that excited old memories of getting absolutely blasted in a tournament, and yet fond ones nonetheless. "Have you been there the- y'know what, never mind, I'll just assume you have." Then again, the classic model seems to have sprung for the decals this time around. Red-black suited the casing quite well! "I resent that! It'd take at LEAST six breaths for me." Trace exposure to the deadly gas regularly in a lab PROBABLY decreased her lifespan, but hey, science! Amara's right index and middle finger flexed, catching the thrown card dexterously as she rolled it around. "What was I about to say... oh yeah. I'll give your sorry asses a chance to turn around and slink back to Sadala, because I have the bigger stick here."

Not that she looked the part - alone aside from a confused vigilante that could potentially stand by her. The swift arrival of a certain pink-haired mafioso changed that right quick. "Why, GOOD EVENING, mister Derry! It's good to see you decided to respond to my summons and take part in such HELPFUL humanitarian work!!" The President was rightfully exasperated at the unfolding situation, Amara biting back her own scowl as she telepathically relayed the crucial tidbits: "It was pretty much empty up until a few minutes ago. Seems like there's a rogue faction of Saiyans under Taori's nose looking to cause trouble. As to why they're trying to stop the Destron removal... not entirely sure yet, and most of my theories have no basis." Derry also seemed to recognize 'K4', Amara glancing at the card: "Says here he goes by K5 now. Hopefully, it's more of an upgrade than some new camera features."

As if the backing of the second strongest Earthling alive wasn't enough, an overdramatic but fucking sick pillar of light heralded the arrival of the STRONGEST Earthling alive. She was also technically God, but that wasn't really important right now. Jackie said her hellos and wrongfully assumed Vocado was here to be anything but a menace, Amara using her own telepathic powers to relay a private message to the Kami. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. I didn't originally plan on requesting backup from folks as strong as you; probably a lot on your plate, but it looks like that was for the best. These absolute bozos are trying to stop me from rendering all the murder gas below us inert for some unknown reason and are VERY willing to be violent about it." As Saiyans are.

And for a final nail in the 'Amara was not bluffing about having a stick' theory was the final contender. She had expected some sort of standard fly-in and heroic banter to fly... not this. It also involved a big pillar-like Jackie, but the roaring boom of superspeed flight cut short sent shockwaves of air through the battlefield, Amara's hair fluttering in the artificial wind. Their eyes locked, and she offered an encouraging nod, eyes rapidly shifting to concern as Dion seemingly fought off a bout of pain. Though she didn't mention it, the woman's look made it clear that the topic would be brought up later. "Dion. Sorry, the whole political envoy thing turned into more of a planet-hopping vacation than I had expected. Didn't mean to leave you hanging like that."

All things considered, Amara was pretty comfortable with her side of the field. Vocado's sudden interjection had been unexpected to a specific degree, but Amara's cynicism and paranoia regarding even the most well-intentioned deed paid off tremendously. Her attitude wasn't a facade so much as it was her first layer, and beneath that was a snarling half-Saiyan ready to pulverize the annoying shitstains trying to stop her.