Post by Captain Kabe on Aug 13, 2022 22:29:41 GMT -5
This tussle was shaping up to have more far reaching implications, and to be a much larger-scale battle than Kabe had originally thought.
Another three saiyans, appeared on their side, at least that Kabe could tell, in quick succession. The first, seemingly familiar with Vocado had parked up beside them, registering a battle power of 17,000, spouting off about bathing in the blood of his enemies, awaiting Vocado's command. It was only at this moment that Kabe realized just how much influence his uncle held over the saiyan military. Was his presence here a sort of confirmation that he'd chosen a side in the war?
He hoped not. He'd need to commit some crimes against the saiyans too to balance things out once he got out of here.
The next saiyans to arrive were different. In the distance, seemingly waiting things out, was one with a battle power of 11,000. Kabe took note of their location, battle power, and lack of active engagement, and moved on to the next to join... K4?. It had been some time since Kabe accidentally squashed that strange android he'd met in the jungle wastes of plant, and he looked... different. "K4." He said, nodding, before his attention was then drawn as he registered the rest of their opponents.
The president of earth had arrived.
The fucking president! His battle power of 85,000 absolutely dwarfed Kabe's own, and shortly after he was followed by a red-headed human with a much smaller battle power of 5,000. Kabe had ignored the hardlight source's commentary on his unsheathing his blade, but could not ignore the comment the president had made. "Humani-" As he spoke, his uncle nudged him, and Kabe figured they had thought of the same banter. He thought best to let the authority and superior power take the lead on this one, simply chuckling at his uncles words.
He was right. While some earthlings, humans, or whatever they liked to be called in reference to the other races of the universe did reside on Plant, it was not their land to govern. Kabe expected no less from the head of a fascist government that implemented battle-power focused laws requiring people to register in the government, no doubt a tool used to track and target members of other races... yet still, the head of that government appearing on Plant and declaring they were hear to clean up the place against the denizens will had surprised him.
Kabe nodded at his uncles instruction. Limit kills. He agreed, something like this spelled invasion, or at the very least should be considered as a declaration of war by Earth. As Vocado readied an attack, Kabe finally took notice of the last of the allies to join the opposing side. Someone he'd only met once before. Dion. They'd only met once before, and Kabe hadn't thought to scan his battle power, but he was strong. 44,000. He expected no less from his cousin's brother, honorary or not.
Vocado loosed his attack, and Kabe followed suit. He surged his power, for a moment, allowing the golden well within to rage. Also trained on the source of the problem, he welled energy in his mouth, drew it into the parm of his hand and lobbed a speeding bullet of energy connected to gullet space, aiming to latch on and begin feeding on Amara's energy. Then, he immediately dived for the familiar figure, both to pick a foe his size, but also hoping to keep Dion out of the way of his uncle's forces, who would likely wring him out like a wet cloth.
"Dion!" He shouted, racing forward with Wildefang swinging, aiming the slice across the bartender across the left side of his torso. Telepathically, through the link that Kay Bee maintained, Kabe signalled his son. "Bee, I need you to beam us into the combat simulator. Can you do that?"
On the ship high above, temporary-commander Kay Bee signalled the crew, re-enacting his favorite episode of Star Trip GT. "Mister Biscotti," he commanded, pointing his insectoid fingers at the Beppan in the crew manning the teleportation apparatus they'd nicknamed Bianca. He sighed, his name not being Biscotti at all. "Beam two! Combat shim-yuu-late-er!"
"Aye, captain." He replied, trying to lock onto the two and beam them up.
TL;DR - Kabe takes note of all the people who've joined this clash! - Kabe transforms into his wrathful form for but a moment, golden energy surging! (PL 170,000)! - Kabe loses all MP. - Kabe fires [Medium] Vampire Blast! 50% (85,000) headed at Amara, with Bleed! - Kabe drops back out of his form to 34,000 PL and then charges at Dion, aiming to teleport him into a Split!
Kay Bee Power Level:2,400 (7,200 (x3)) KP: 6/6 MP: 2/6 (+1)
- Is currently on the ship! - Has commanded crew to teleport Dion and Kabe! Attempting to Split!
With every passing moment, the Lottus' hackles continued to rise, the desire to spill blood making his heart race ever faster. Standing still was not Lottus' motif - not in the least. And as more and more individuals began to appear, Lottus' body begins to shake as his blood boils with unspent violence.
This growing frenzy is interrupted, albeit briefly, when a strange being floats over and takes his hand. For a moment, Lottus' expression is wide eyed and stupefied, but as the being - K4 the other Saiyan called it - moved on. Lottus shakes off the surprise and returns his gaze onto the others. The power he felt emanating from the pink-haired being instantly revived the murderous excitement - but his attention is drawn away from the powerful warrior.
Below, the winged woman had brandished her sword towards Lottus' direction, and his expression grows sinister and violent. His dark eyes lock onto the winged woman, but also taking in the blue-skinned being in some kind of protective clothing. Until now, Lottus had been completely ignoring anything being said by either his allies or enemies - but at long last, the words he wanted to hear reaches his ears.
"Lottus? Go have some fun."
"ABOUT TIME!!!" Lottus thunders. A black and crimson aura explodes around Lottus' form, exuding a vile, terrible sensation. His expression was one of only the desire to inflict as much pain and violence as possible, and the prospect thoroughly excited the wild Saiyan. "SHALL WE, LADIES?!?!"
Even as Vocado began to transform, Lottus blasts forward through the air, cackling madly as he aims for the two beings on the ground. He would reach the blue-skinned being first, and would attempt to seize ahold of her throat with his left hand, fingers curling like claws as he reaches out. At the same time, he would continue his momentum, bringing his right arm swinging forth in an attempt to catch the winged woman across her stomach.
Should he succeed, Lottus would crash all three of them through multiple structures in a shower of crumbling debris and glass.
Well, to say everything had gone south in very short order was a bit of an understatement. Renkon frowned deeply at the rapidly devolving situation. If he had to guess, any of the ones with scouters probably knew he was there already, so there was no sense in attempting to hide from anyone or avoid this in any way. Oozaru, enraged states of being, and other options were being thrown about with reckless abandon. There was probably going to be a lot of bloodshed by the time this was all over. If the woman had the best interests of the planet in mind, in scooping up this gas to try to heal the lands, then he wanted her to do it. He might trust the Tuffles, but something like this needed to be done.
It seemed, however, his blood brothers had other ideas. If he was perfectly honest, this seemed like the place for more proper diplomacy. The numbers of people who had arrived were also concerning. Someone in a ship, with said ship hovering active, someone he didn't recognize, but it was clear that others gave him some respect... A woman with wings who spoke like she was from a novel on the space web... And then there was Dion. Someone he had sparred with in the past and who had earned his respect quickly in that little battle. Renkon could have been easily crushed, but Dion played it as a chance to teach, to guide him, and to help him discover more about himself...
And he moved to the side of the woman who was trying to contain the gases. It was a clear cut choice where he needed to stand in this battle. It was going to be... Painful to say the very least, but he was going to need to do it. His eyes opened wide, and he looked to the power ball, attempting to focus on the teachings he had been given by his elders, from the whispers in his mind, and make the attempt to hold onto his sanity. 'Always remember why you are doing things. Always remember why you are fighting.' He said in his mind, again and again, trying to remain on task as much as he could. The armor that wouldn't stretch and grow quickly fell away. He would recover it as quickly as he could when this was all over, but for the moment, he had to work on keeping his focus and his footing on the crumbling stone.
Crumbling stone? Wait a second! The building he was on wasn't supposed to be crumbling! He was going to try to use his energy to catch himself, to hold his position, but he was already in flux, in the middle of the transformation, and now caught up in the buildings being smashed to rubble by Lottus and his attempt to find a date or two. Renkon crashed down, following the wake of the final building and promptly tore his way free from the rubble prison, standing up in a partial transformed state. The lack of focus made it easy for the animal within to break it's cage, to shatter the bonds and finally stand on it's own, which was not really good for anyone.
The transformation took full hold, and Renkon's massive foot slammed on the ground near Lottus, opening his mouth to roar out, slam his fists against his chest, and general be a giant monster like in an old space web show. The next roar was not aimed at anyone, but an area near by, the blast that followed burning away both the gas, and probably several buildings, simple, wanton destruction of an out of control Oozaru. Either he was going to figure out how to regain control, or he was going to cause the death of someone. At this point, it was anyone's guess which it was going to be, but this was not going to be pretty either way it went. The massive monster looked down at Lottus and his catch, eyes wide and glowing red with a barely contained fury and unspoken violence against all life before him. The growl that followed was enough to rumble through the ground towards all of them in this little area, preparing for a fight.
WC: 715 TWC: 1440
Power Level: 11,000 —> Oozaru State transformation! 55,000
Vocado thought he was K414. ‘Kala’. Correction would take time. And effort better spent elsewhere. It might be expedient to capitalise on that affection. “I get a bonus per out-of-hours assignment. So, I’m the one thanking you. Thanks. A ‘million’. As it were.” The ship captain also mistook him for K4... All this brand recognition, and his predecessor had only barely broken even on his energy fees? Frustrating.
Addendum, this was interesting. The zenillionaire had jokes, and was a magician. Six breaths? K5 smiled, revealing too white teeth, too bright gums. He lacked a tongue and spit, had no moisture. No warmth or flexion in those laminated cheeks that might suggest the emotion conveyed being genuine in the least. Spite, joy, conceit, it was impossible to read. The android just smiled. “Ok.” He was guessing the ‘stick’ would be great and direct, to match the simple brilliance of her balls.
What he didn’t expect was a president. Earth’s president, who appeared to personally know his predecessor, too. Curious. K5 waved back, pivoting his hand ten degrees, no more. He acknowledged Amara’s quick aside. “My camera features go beyond the best in the market, legal or otherwise. I can count the follicles on your hairline. It appears #f54dff is not your natural hair colour. Are you entering old age?” Plural ‘you’. Every organic present was not getting any younger. Some would die senescent, bald or getting there. Others were projected to die today. Lucky them. But not Derrick Ottoy. His status acted as a shield in open battle. Politicians and CEOs were better off assassinated in private. Under that logic Celosia would not die here either. Not because of K5, at least.
The other half of the stick came from a pillar of light, lending credence to K5’s theory that everything about organics revolved around their means for multiplication. They couldn’t help themselves. It was endearing without being funny, like a calculator powered by AA batteries. This clumsy metaphor was promptly deleted, right as the Earthling spoke into his mind. She addressed him as Kay, as some fleshies had treated K4, called him ‘sir’. Very odd. Had he been the type to worry about onlookers? And so popular in these high-powered circles...
Correction, there was a third prong to this stick. A loud, katana-wielding prong. Manic, like Lottus. And in pain. Hiccuping, as if about to cry. K5 hoped that he wouldn’t start bawling. He wasn’t good with emotions. Especially suicidality masquerading as bravado. His ‘look’ at Dion, conveyed through a half-face, was one of pure alienation. Even the saiyan’s ki manifested incorrectly, just outside settled theory to warrant an immediate overhaul of the cyborg’s method of classification. Frustrating. But useful.
“Keep kills to a must.” the android repeated, as if expecting the order to make more sense if he said it himself. ‘Humanitarian’ ‘invasion’ ‘force’ or not, K5 was neither one to judge or particularly interested in the personal nuances of this rousing confrontation, it seemed odd to the cyborg that they were not dealing in total slaughter or capture. It allowed for chaos, gambles, bad calls. He would of course always use his better judgement, but could the same be said for his coworkers? They were not only fleshies, but saiyans. One of them had a sword. A relic. A toy.
K5 whipped his own out, a well-cared for cowboy piece, so at odds with his high-tech body that the odd marriage of parts was a must in every piece of merchandise. This was the most streamlined, plain, boring revolver in the galaxy. Mathematically predictable down to the thousandth of a percentage, as all action ought to be.
“My current designation is K500. Hello.” he gave a typical Saiba Wastelander two-finger salute, all smooth movements and satisfying whirrs, to Jackie. Nothing in the database, or the ever-reliable internet, pointed to her being a politician like Derry, or a CEO like Celosia. She could be killed in public. With a power level in the low thousands, this was already a ‘must’. “‘Jog’ my DRAM. Who are you to me?” His flat tone and slow, careful approach was nothing like his meat comrades’ roaring and stampeding. Their side needed more of that. A kill in these first moments would whet their appetite. Stimulate blood circulation, hormonal excretions. Squelchy, idiot things.
K500 gabs on!
KP: 6/6 MP: 2/6 (+1) DMG: 0%
ITEMS AND RESOURCES
Overdrive, Locked and Loaded, Endless Energy Core Avenger, Battle Armor, Arm Blaster
Jackie was certainly someone Derry wasn't anticipating seeing out here on Plant. Why she's here on Plant of all places eludes him at first, but given the fact that Amara has a tendency to talk to people in their heads, perhaps she too was contacted by Amara ahead of time. Regardless, Derry gives her a faint smirk after she talks to them with her own mind and asks, "You came to join the party? And yes, I did receive a message from Amara as well. Figured I'd get some good faith on Earth for some good service, but apparently that's currently not the case. Also, what's with all of this telepathy? You can just talk, right?" He, of course, had absolutely no idea about Jackie's current condition, but he still wonders just what the deal is with all of the telepathy.
Another saiyan decided to show up to the big show, though unlike the rest of them and the one hiding away, this one moves right up to her side. Seems like Amara's been calling up a whole bunch of people for this job, so what exactly is going on here? At the very least he seems to be getting the right idea, telling the encroaching saiyans to stand down. Amara gives him a brief rundown of the current situation, mentioning that this might be some sort of rogue saiyan group under King Taori or something like that. Perhaps he'll have to talk to the king about them later, but the hybrid also gives Derry the rundown on K4, or perhaps he should say K500. So he really did get himself an upgrade after all. "You sure do have a way with getting people real agitated, eh?" he jests.
At the very least it seems like the lady with cat ears and the one fish girl appear to be non-hostile, at least towards Derry and the little group that Amara's gathered up. "Derrick Ottoy, president of Earth," he introduces himself to the two of them, "Not too sure that things are gonna be stable here for much longer. I'd recommend getting out while you can, but that's to your discretion." His attention turns back to K4, or he should get used to saying K5, who makes an inquiry as to whether Derry's getting older. He raises an eyebrow in slight frustration, stating, "Hey, I'm only 33. I've got plenty of youth in me."
Derry had been hoping that his presence could potentially calm the saiyans down and that he might get a chance to properly explain his presence here, but one of the other saiyans interjected before his leader, who one of the saiyans mentioned earlier is apparently named Vocado, pretty much tells the president to bug off and get off of plant. "That isn't a proper way to treat the president of Earth," he begins, "I thought that I'd do some good here by cleaning up the mess that was left behind here alongside my client here, but clearly you seem to be just comfortable having this gas just sit here." Before he could say anything else, however, Vocado comments that Derry has, apparently, chosen war. "The hell are you going on about?" He replies, but it seems like it's a bit too late to try and calm them down.
The saiyans then spring into action, much to the sheer confusion of Derry. Vocado barks out a few orders to the men before tossing up a power ball into the sky, allowing the saiyans to gain access to their mighty Oozaru forms, a form Derry is all too familiar with. The leader then goes to attack Amara alongside his lackey while the third saiyan moves forward and attacks the two weaker ladies. It'll keep those two busy for a while, but what'll make their situation even worse is that the fourth saiyan that Derry picked up on his scouter earlier appears to have transformed into a mighty Oozaru due to the exposure from the power ball. He too is going after the ladies, but right now the president is focused on making sure Amara stays in one piece.
Perhaps knocking some sense into their leader can give them pause. While Vocado and Kabe are busy attempting to swiftly take Amara down, Derry moves forward to try and attack Vocado, his hair and eyes catching pink flames as he rushes forth. His leg catches fire before he attempts to land a sudden flurry of kicks against the saiyan, shouting, "Just know who struck first when you explain this to your king, saiyan!"
WC: 833 Active PL: 425,000
HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%
OOC Notes/Items Used: Derry ascends to Crackling Fury, multiplying his pl by 5 for a grand total of 425,000pl. He loses the 1mp stored from earlier due to transforming. He then attempts to strike Vocado with Flame Geyser, dealing a potential 20% (85,000) damage against him and gaining 2 mp due to post and attacking.
She wasn't the last to be pulled in by this Celosia's long call. In about the same overblown fashion as herself, a swordsman whipped into the scene. Jackie is gonna have to keep a tab on who she meets, cause this has gotten a little ridiculous; Dion too? Their first meeting wasn't so pleasant, mostly because she was weak and beaten by the time he was on the scene. They'd eventually give cursory greeting, but throw something at her she wasn't... QUITE in the know about.
"Amara?" Dion would now have her voice in his head, as he did back on namek. All of this in reference to Celosia, it might have been an alternate name. Or a dead one. Jackie gave Amara a quick look before shrugging, not needing an explanation the thick of it all. No, instead, Dion would get a proper bow in the air, followed by a wave.
"Howdy." Amara would give her more to worry about though. Well, it didn't help both parties were a little antagonisitc, which made Jakcie squrim a little, but th tension was thick in the hair they hovered. And once that shiny blutz ball hung in the air for a while, that's when it started happening. Oozaru. She had only seen it from Earthling Saiyans a few times, as it was usually not great to ape out near cities. K5, as she would have known as K4, were unsurprisingly one of the few who did not start off with anything just yet. In fact, they just seemed to study her and talk to her like they never met.
"It's... Jackie? It's been a while I think. Just, casual acquaintances from months gone by. You DO look a bit different. You said you went by... K500? 'K'..." It made a LITTLE sense, but she was still seriously confused. The kami frowns a little, her attention only taken away from the encroaching saiyan masses and K5's dangerous stares when Derry wanted to address the elephant in the room about her appearance.
"Long story. Like, real long. And it has a lot to do with what's happened back on Earth too. Again, we should really talk later." Derry wasn't privy to her bolstering and defense of Namek it seemed. Or what happened at the lookout, in detail Honestly? Better that way for now. There was a LOT going on. Some guy brought a ship, the strongest main guy seemed to be finding all ways and a half to bend the motives of the crew brought along here. She had heard Plant Saiyans were stubborn and always itching for a fight, but this was a little ridiculous. There was a moment she tried interposing between the groups and holding up hands apprehensive.
"Wait now, there isn't a need to throw around insults and start anything over this.-" It wasn't like the orders weren't already given though. And suddenly even this talkative guy was up in arms. He landed down an quickly took an impulsive aim at Amara. Oh kami she hoped the Tuffle could deal with that, because she didn't really have reflexes on her side when caught off guard by such a sudden assault.
"H-Hey! Please, stop!" She floated back away from the dangerous shotfun of energy coming from Vocado, only to pull back and watch others take aim as well. Kabe powers up a shot in what looks like a more basic empowered form. Unlike Vocado's shot, she had the time to put her body between Amara and the blast. At her current strength, this was a move into suicide. The monk, however, holds a stance in the air and suddenly pulls vibrant flames from the air around her. Swirling them into orbiting swirls while that orange aura engulfed her being. She was hiding... A lot. She let it all loose right then. Sparks of fire surrounding her hair that had stood on edge a little in the flowing heat.
Sparking Heat (x5) - PL Is Now 460,000!
In the same flowing motions of her hands, she catches the speeding bullet of ki in the wild flames. Dissipating it in a cloud of embers that further lingers around her form. Despite looking like a walking bonfire, none of these conjured flames seemed to be burning through herself or her clothes. Perfect. Control. Now, everyone would hear her speak in their minds.
"Hey! Can ya'll maybe NOT hit the cleanin' lady? If you really wanna beat your frustrations out on someone, line on up! I ain't here to destroy no-one, but I'm not gonna let some people's egos get others hurt!" Jackie explains herself some before the nagging feeling of power encroached on her friend here. She surges her power into Sparking Heat (x5), bringing her total power to 460,000!
Jackie intercepts Kabe's Vampire Blast (85,000) with her own Hearth Siphon (2KP 20% Taunt | 92,000). This both defeats his technique and procs Taunt for Jackie!
Planetary Telepathy at this point has been attempted to branch her spoken thoughts at everyone in the AT.
The madness that had engulfed the majority of the man's mindscape was barely greater than that of the ridiculousness now unfolding before him in real time. Most of which lit aflame by the burning artificial moon that sat in the skies overhead at the moment, something that he hadn't taken notice of until after having finally settling himself in for the long haul.
And what a long haul it was aiming itself to be, as the sheer magnitude of individuals seemed to move Dion's worry meter to the max with every new addition to the roster. Simultaneously being surprised at the amount of people Amara was not only able to befriend, but also able to, as Derry had helpfully put it, piss off. He wondered somewhat exactly how she had been able to anger the likes of Vocado and Kabe. Although, considering what he knew of Kabe's past and present occupation, Dion could at least make an educated guess of the sources being loyalty, and likely a bit of money as well for both of the strongest Saiyans now present.
The exact intentions behind those on Amara's side were a bit harder to get down. The president of Earth, whom he had only heard of in snippets prior before their first official meeting, being so far away from home was already a hard notion to grasp in particular, and then a being like Jackie all the sudden finding themselves directly in the middle of another conflict right after the events that befell Namek a few weeks ago was even more nonsensical when thought about by a man of his stature that lacked any sense of context for either of their relationships with Amara.
There of course remained even more individuals than the ones that caught the most of the bartender's interest- K5 for some reason piquing a sense of familiarity despite not having known such a being existed until now, and then Renkon's recognizable energy signature making itself known with his Oozaru transformation shaking the city streets around them. Either way, it didn't matter all that much to him. The situation was heating up no matter the reasons why and the people present, and if he wasn't careful, the bartender was bound to get caught in some unforeseen crossfire between either sides. And considering the fact that, despite his own sizable power increase having netting him the title of one of the stronger individuals present, the few at the very top of the food chain could very well wring him out like a wet cloth, and that was something he would be aiming to avoid.
Even then, it looked to be easier said than done, as already the aforementioned Kabe aimed to make a bit of a splash with his own attack- powering up to an incredible extent before blasting forward a blisteringly fast Ki ball from his gaping maw directly at his childhood compatriot.
This would not do. Dion had came here for one reason and one reason only, and he would be damned if he failed to fulfill it several seconds into the conflict proper. Moving in front of Amara, he prepared to tank the attack with the entirety of his being, conviction proving concrete as he stood unflinchingly in the technique's path-
Before the much more well readied Jackie then came into the fray, putting herself in front of Dion and deflecting with relative ease Kabe's near all out attack. While somewhat annoyed she'd believe him to not be able to handle such meager might himself, he still generally appreciated her assistance, opening his mouth to say something before her voice began to ring through his mind, addressing the opposing forces directly with her words.
...Right, she could do that. Feeling much more vulnerable now, with his very thoughts potentially laying prey to Jackie's ability to insert herself into them at any time, Dion attempted to think back toward her with a modicum of acknowledgement to the young woman, stating in a grateful tone, 'Your intervention is, greatly appreciated. I'll leave the protection of our precious POI to you and the president, Jackie.'
Sighing, he'd turn to look at Amara one more time, flashing her a smile truly reminiscent of the young boy she befriended all those years ago, in spite of the waves of pain that threatened to send him keeling over midair.
"Parting, is such sweet sorrow. We'll talk later, when all of this is over, okay?"
"...Please, stay safe. I won't know what to do with myself if you don't." With that heartfelt request over and done with, Dion returned his attention toward the openly spoken voice that now beckoned his attention. Eyes being greeted by the sight of the pirate powerhouse charging in with reckless abandon, the Saiyan swordsman suddenly blitzed himself forwards in similar fashion, unsheathing his own katana, Kyoto, and blocking the other young man's attack with relative ease before saying in a provokingly questioning tone, "Foolishness. Is rushing in blindly all you can do?"
Despite his mocking voice, however, Dion knew deep down Kabe only meant the best for him. As mentioned before, while short lived, their first meeting bore fruits of true friendship within the interaction, and it appeared as though Kabe only meant to draw the both of them away from either sides' bigger players for both of their sakes.
Still, this did not mean Dion expected either man to hold back. This was a battle of conflicting interests, after all.
And it was in Dion's best interest to win this bout. PL: 44,000 - KP: 6/6 - MP: 2/6 (+1 for post) - WC: 944 - TWC: 2343 - Dion accepts Kabe's split!
"Perfection? I don’t want that." “That would mean stopping. Standing in place. I’m always aiming higher.”
"Atomic rendering of heavier Destron compounds into regular breathable gasses and some byproducts, yes. It's about time someone actually went and did something about it instead of leaving the planet to rot." Amara had no idea the winged woman was and nothing to even vaguely gauge her power on; thus, until proven otherwise, the hybrid was content to pit her against the weaker allies Vocado had summoned. "The murder-happy one that ignored everyone else. Handle him. My backup and I can take on the heavy hitters." Speaking of which, Vocado spoke up, spouting more drudgery about 'deserting' and orders. "Deserting? I gave some of the best years of my life to the military, fighting and killing on behalf of some implacable cause! If the Saiyan fighting force has devolved into people like YOU, though, I'm GLAD I left it behind!"
Amara's hands were tied on the subject of Taori; The hybrid had not spoken to the Saiyan king in some time now. Unless things had taken a drastic turn for the worse, though, she didn't see him being complicit in enforcing the PROTECTION of Destron! Vocado's immediate threat of violence during her initial efforts pointed toward something else driving the man. What it was, Amara couldn't say. "A ploy?" She sounded genuinely confused at this point, face scrunching at the wild accusations Vocado was throwing out. "Maybe you could give like five minutes, and you would literally see the stuff being rendered inert." Of course, Vocado was a soldier. A SAIYAN soldier. He'd never listen to logic! "I don't need the permission or watchful eye of Cheri or Taori to clean up my home planet! You're being utterly ridiculous."
And then he took issue with Derry's presence. "Yeah, seeing as you brought in an entire death squad to enforce your love of Plant being polluted, I had the wherewithal to ask for some general support. Assumed it was just me being paranoid, but here you are proving me right." And then the single stupidest phrase Vocado could've uttered at that moment came tumbling from his mouth. A single eyebrow lifted on Amara's face, an expression akin to being told a bad joke as she stared at the soldier incredulously. "There's no way you're being serious. You think three people removing Destron in the middle of nowhere without the backing of any army is... an invasion force. Aren't you supposed to be a tactician?" The non-verbal reply came in the form of a transforming Vocado, Amara's disbelief morphing into a deep-seated contempt for the Saiyan and his inane rambling theories.
"Oh, I get it. You don't actually believe any of that crap, huh? You're just looking for some flimsy excuse to shed blood." That had to be it. Amara couldn't see another reason for some soldier to roll up with a power ball prepared and threaten the first person seen. She didn't expect to get a response out from the giant ape, a twisted scowl settling on Amara's face as she summoned her blade. The orders to not kill hadn't been missed, but Amara also caught the lack of said directives given towards the one Saiyan even more insane than Vocado. She wasn't eager to kill anyone over a stupid dispute like this, but if Lottus pushed his luck? Beyond that, Vocado's tail was in imminent danger. Amara knew firsthand how painful getting it torn off could be. Maiming the bloodthirsty maniac would hopefully serve to give him some sort of pause in his pursuit of violence.
"This looks bloody awful," Her voice projected itself to Derry, Amara utilizing the precious seconds while Vocado was still mid-transformation. "And it kind of is - but if this Saiyan was crazy enough to declare WAR just because he saw you on Plant, he definitely would've been a threat later. Let's keep this fight above the belt. I can try to talk to Taori after, see if he can put a leash on Vocado and his minions." Her purification efforts had already been suspended, the process kept in stasis utilizing a small stream of Amara's energy. So while having to react to not one but TWO attacks coming her way would much concentration, the hardlight net would remain. Any damage done manually would remain. While maintaining the general shape was easy enough, repairing holes mid-combat would take too much effort to do consistently. At least her team had the numbers advantage here... Vocado and K500 were tough cookies, but Amara was confident the three of them could handle the Saiyan squad. The lower-tier stragglers like Kabe and Lottus would have their hands full with Dion and the vigilante, leaving the battlefield clear.
Derry, as per usual, gave into a spark of anger and went on the offensive. Amara was lucky she could count on the man's short fuse to work to her benefit most of the time. That still left the incoming energy waves from Kabe and Vocado to deal with, though! The Oozaru's knuckle duster was her first priority, Amara smirking as she seemingly floated idly... but mere milliseconds before the attack struck, she'd fade away in a bright blue flash of particles, reforming in time to turn towards Kabe's attack. "Oh! Thanks." Jackie had already intercepted the weaker blow with a body of flame, giving Amara room to push Vocado onto the defensive backfoot. "HEY, JERKFACE!" A dark-hued electric bolt, sputtering foul black smoke, hurtled towards the Oozaru's eyeball. Amara's take on shadow magic packed far less of a punch than Erebos' skillset, but it WAS good at leeching residual energy from anyone unfortunate enough to get caught up in it.
And then, Dion. Amara was internally exasperated at trying to keep up four different conversations at once, though she didn't blame the estranged Saiyan for craving more interaction with her. The hybrid flashed him a confident smile and playful salute, "Like these idiots could kill me even if they WANTED to." More could be said if it wasn't for the gutmuncher pirate beaming himself AND Dion up into the ship above. Amara spared the craft a passing glance, confident her friend could defeat his opponent. With Lottus and another Saiyan she'd passed over - now also a large monkey - engaging the stragglers, Dion & Kabe teleported, and a sultry smarmy robot with his paranoid two-bit employer, there wasn't much left to do besides... win.
Amara uses a charge of her Blood Ruby to boost her next technique by +10%!
Vocado's Shotgun Salvo is evaded with Flash Fade (288,000)!
Amara attacks VOCADO with a Dark Pulse (36,000)! This has the EXHAUSTING variant attached!
Post by Rhapsody Shade on Aug 16, 2022 20:24:08 GMT -5
Form: Base (x1) PL: 20,000 Trait: Anti-Sense = Active
Amara went on an explanation that Rhapsody had no ability to follow, but she at least understood by both her explanation and the pink man's response that they meant no harm in their actions. On the other side however, it was made abundantly clear whom the aggressors were as the angriest of the group made sarcastic remarks against Amara and the pink man before issuing orders to his companions. The sight that would occur next however was not one that Rhapsody could have ever expected to experience; the angry man would suddenly grow in shape and size before assailing Amara with an incredible blast, but Rhapsody would find that she had problems of her own to contend with.
'Understood!' Rhapsody would respond to Amara through their telepathy, 'May the goddess of victory guide you!' She'd encourage as she witnessed the pirate she had been keeping an eye on rush one of Amara's comrades.
Rhapsody readied to give chase, not wanting to let that pirate get away; but Amara's plan was for her to go after the rather deranged looking man. Whether Rhapsody wanted to or not, she soon found that very man upon her; massive paw gripped tightly around her neck, causing her to wince as she was torn away from the area and slammed through several buildings. Her wings would pull in firmly against her back to brace her from behind, lessening the impact of the buildings she was slammed through. The aura the deranged man was exhibiting was suffocating however; if Rhapsody was to survive this encounter, she knew she'd have to pull upon her deeper reserves of strength.
"Accursed savage!" Rhapsody would exclaim as she gasped for air, whilst attempting to stab the man in his side as they continued through building after building, "You'll regret tussling with me, beast!"
Quickly she'd find the sight of Amara and the rest gone as she was forced further and further away from the area; it seemed like she wouldn't be able to count on any support in the fight that'd been thrust upon her. To make matters worse, it seemed that another of those giant monkeys had suddenly spawned and was ready to give chase! Regardless, she would keep her word to Amara and contend with this wild beast of a man; for a guardian such as herself, fleeing wasn't an option!
Strike Raid || 20% Light Offensive used against Lottus! [PL: 4,000][-1KP][+1MP]
Scrambling through the building Papri tried to slip away, but this was interrupted, she flung her head around to see the vision of anger zooming towards her, in one hand the angel the other open in a grip to choke. It grasped her suddenly and lifted her off her feet, her small form then carried through concrete and rebar, buildings being punctured by her back being forced through by an evil vision manifest.
After they came to a stop, both ladies held aloft by their necks. Glass falling around them, one had ripped the Dercattan’s suit, water flowing freely down. Much like her breath escaping her lungs, it glugged and blubbed and ran out, her face started to turn purple as her gills were covered and her throat crushed.
As she felt unconscious threaten to close her eyes, a strange sight could be spotted. The water changed directions, against the gravity and flow it had just taken, but reverted back into the suit, back into the fish girl. She started to grow, inflating like a balloon. All too soon her neck was too large to be gripped by a regular grip. She pushed herself away with a large kick and stood crouched in a combat pose.
Looking at Lottus with an anger she spoke “That is really not cool guy. At least ask a girl before you choke her! You didn’t even feel that strong!”
You aren't event that strong! Launched! 50% PL = 16000 power Inspiring variant! Inspiring Rhapsody's next attack!
Swirling chi. Tumbling stones and shouting voices. An amalgam. A swirl of toxicity, thicker than any Destron smog could ever hope to achieve. The Oozaru, mighty as it was, could never truly be controlled. Vocado could speak, and think about what he wanted to do, but the emotions were muddled. Rage, hatred and chaos were emboldened in droves, and everything else was stuffed in a sack and left to rot.
Taunts came his way, but he largely ignored them. Amara and Derry were fools. To listen and to respond was tantamount to spitting away the words. It still mystified him, though. Why lie now, at the crux of the plan? Did they think Vocado would be duped? Fooled into walking off with a pep in his step? Surely not.
Warriors dispersed in all directions, thinning out the crowds and leaving foes with their peers. Each action sent little rumbles across the fragile walkways and dilapidated alleys. If birds still chirped here, they’d surely flee.
His attack was evaded with effort, and Amara, in all her bluster, announced her attack. Pitiful as it was, he decided to deal with it. With a swat of his arm, the bubbling smog of a beam was directed back toward Amara, the potent effects that’d been hidden within having been absorbed by Vocado’s arm-mounted cannon
Wait. His cannon?
Damn. He’d forgotten that he’d even been wearing it! The device hadn’t grown with him, and so the straps keeping it attached barely kept it to him. In the scuffle, he’d accidentally used his weapon as a shield, destroying the internals as a consequence.
Before he could think to be angry, another attack came his way. Louder, more obvious, but also far more powerful. His arm came up, absorbing the brunt of the blows, and further ruining his weapon. By the end of the barrage, Vocado had been pushed back a ways, his blaster torn to shreds, and a black burn patch in his fur.
He snarled. Feral in all the worst ways.
Vocado’s massive hand closed itself around a leaning building, pulling clean a chunk. Jackie, the girl wreathed in flame, spoke to his mind, giving him pause. This skill… So strange. So foreign. If he knew how to respond, he would, but the raging soul of his Great Ape overpowered rational thoughts. If Jackie listened close enough, she’d hear the echo of an Oozaru’s howl ringing in her mind.
With a sharp grunt, he’d leap into the air, loosing his grip on the building, before spinning to slap it with his tail. The massive appendage would slice through it, unleashing a hail of rubble and debris. Shattered shards of glass and bent rebar flew alongside the ruined concrete, showering all of the so-proclaimed Humanitarians with something to keep them busy.
Used [Item] Arm Blaster! (Flavored as using the Arm Blaster as a shield/weapon without actually firing it)
20% Power = 76,800 damage! Blaster Vs Pulse = Blaster wins! 42,600 damage headed back to Amara as bleedthrough!
Arm Blaster is mechanically spent but IC has been DESTROYED! Item will be sold upon thread completion to reflect this
Full damage taken from Derry’s Flame Geyser! +1 MP from 22% damage.
KP: 4/6 MP: 4/6 HP: 22/250
PL: 384,000 (Base: 76,800)
Resources: Sparking, Burning Ki, Self Sacrifice, Avenger, Sage’s Staff
Thirty-three. The president was just beyond his prime. Soon his body would unravel, then his mind. Tragic, this organic condition. K5 shot Derry, figuratively, a nod. The tyranny of cells. Breaking down. Dying. Better off were the fleshies that met their end before reaching such an advanced age as thirty-three. He returned his visor to Jackie. Casual acquaintances. Satisfactory. He was going to kill her. For tactical purposes.
Then, she powered up. Unleashed her power. Her control over ki was one of the best in catalogue, the constrained 5,000 units read as her power at rest. Not a suitable target, then. K5 wasn't going to get damaged for a million, measly zeni. King Taori was not in reach for a renegotiation. This left the 'right hand man', detestable expression, Vocado as the second option. There was no third. The Saiyan state was remarkably small. Yet, powerful. Despite the current showing. Peppering glass and debris.
"LOVERBOY." the timbre was the usual for the robot, as emotional as an inert lump of metal, his voice was carried by sheer volume. Between the oozaru screeching and political chest-thumping, as well as the various deathly energies being thrown around, the sheer oddity of the synth crackled and echoed. This was largely useless, he had jetted over to perch on the transformed captain's shoulderpad. A whisper could suffice. Frustrating. "Our collective power level potential of 784,000 units is inferior to their collective power level potential of 1,245,000. They 'got' us 'beat' by a percentage increase of, approximately, 58.80%. This goes beyond the threshold agreed in the 'Fairness & Opportunity' clause stipulated in my contract." which, to the curious, gave K5 permission to decline, at any stage, assignments and operations that set him against fighters more than 0.1% stronger than him. The saiyans weren't great readers. "It would be rational to give Miss Celosia the five minutes predicted necessary to 'clean up' the destron, regardless of 'outcome' or 'intention'. Or, increase my pay for this assignment by 58.80%, with an added bonus of three trillion zeni for a potential loss of employ by the part of Earth's government and" he almost sighed, almost, out of dislike for nouns pronounced different from how they were written "ST4R Co."
He was almost over.
"As well as a weekly stipend for damages. Type C. Detailed in the contract. Value to be settled later." No universe ruled by logic would allow for a beast such as the oozaru to exist. Its size, ki flow, and intelligence were incongruent, all at odds with each others in the natural world. And, the fear was primal. One of those pesky holdover impossible to program out of the brain.
K500 gabs on x2!
KP: 6/6 MP: 3/6 (+1) DMG: 0%
ITEMS AND RESOURCES
Overdrive, Locked and Loaded, Endless Energy Core Avenger, Battle Armor, Arm Blaster
Though Jackie couldn't elaborate on what exactly happened to her and why she's using telepathy to communicate right now, she does promise that she'll give him a rundown of it afterwards while also explaining that it had to do with what happened on Earth. The president wasn't quite sure as to what she might be referring to, so he'll definitely have to ask about the whole situation once they ward off the saiyans. "Right, save it for later. Now, we have a few rowdy guests to take care of," he comments as his focus shifts back onto the saiyans.
Once the fighting really got underway and everyone began breaking up into different fighting groups, all that remained nearby was Derry himself, Amara, Jackie, Vocado, and K5. He wasn't entirely sure how powerful K5's new upgrades were in reality, but surely the three of them can take on the duo, right? Amara's voice enters Derry's mind once more as she comments on how everything is starting to fall apart so quickly, though the whole thing seems a bit more justified since she truly believes that this saiyan is just that bloodthirsty and he was just waiting for a reason to strike. "Whatever the reason might be, I refuse to get jostled around by some great hairy soldier boy," he comments before getting ready for the fight.
Jackie was able to halt Kabe's attack that was heading right towards Amara while the hybrid herself was about to move away from Vocado's blast just in time, though admittedly he wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on as he was taking the opportunity of kicking down Vocado. Of course being a mighty Oozaru and having some sort of blaster device on his arm was enough to take a tiny bit of the brunt of the force, though it was enough to destroy the device and singe the great ape's fur. Perhaps that'll teach him not to mess with one of the president's business partners.
Jackie and Amara were merely just wasting their time trying to speak to the Oozaru at this point. "I'd advice trying to talk to the big ape's brain and focus more on taking him down," Derry shouts at the two of them, "He won't listen. If we want to keep damage to a minimum, then wear him out!" In the meantime, K500 was rambling on about a few statistics to Vocado, mentioning power levels, payment, and of course, potential loss of employment on Earth. He'll give the android a little smirk and mention, "Good you should consider that, K5. You really should take great care as to what you're getting yourself into."
As for the saiyan himself, Derrick continues to pester him and attempt to draw his attention away from Amara. If Amara goes down here, it's going to make this whole job a lot harder than it needs to be. Of course, there's always the tightrope he's gonna have to balance on since he doesn't want to get blasted in the face constantly either. Jackie's there to assist, but he's not entirely sure if she'd be willing to take the brunt of an assault upon request. Perhaps he's just overthinking all of this. He is, after all, fighting a giant monkey, and when in doubt, fire out. Derrick conjures a large pink fireball in his right hand and hurls it towards the Oozaru's direction, looking to see if he could nail the big guy in the torso, though anywhere on the body would be good enough considering all of the fur.
WC: 633 Active PL: 425,000
HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%
OOC Notes/Items Used: Derry takes the opportunity to fling a Scorch Shot right at Vocado, dealing a potential 40% (170,000) damage against him.
A lot of the smaller people split off into groups; Dion seemed to vanish alongside one of the non-monke. While that winged lady and a few others seemed to zoom off to the sidelines, taking a different pair of monke with them. So remained a robot, the big monke man, and the three others. Two Earthlings and Amara. K5, she wasn't sure of his strength, but seemed confident enough under the employ of this guy to remain standing side by side, or she guesses on his shoulder.
Right. The man she was trying to get to, that raging Oozaru... It made her wince, shake her head. There was a part of her hoping she'd get something more. Maybe she could, cause deep down she'd rather not be fighting right about now.
"... I really wanna suggest you focus, big guy! Come on, I know you're in there somewhere." Kami tried reaching out one more time before relenting; Looks like she was going to have to play the game. To Derry and Amara, she tightened her fists and glanced between them. Her telepathy was for their minds only in this part, a small nod giyen to them as she hovered further and further away from the pair.
"Alright, but no killing. We wear him out of this state if I can't prod his mind. I didn't come here to destroy people." She warned before turning toward the Oozaru. Who, at this point, had exchanged a few attacks between themselves and Amara. If she was wanting to make an impact and direct their focus away from Amara, who had busier hands, she'd need to make a display. Sometime to really make them pay attention to her.
So she got closer and closer. Debris and loose building were being tossed around as the monke was making a mess of the place. But she seemed deft enough in her flight to weave and pass it all through unscatched. Trying to reach Vocado and K5 lingering in the skies. Both of them would feel her voice again, this time trying to make itself much more known. Louder, especially in Vocado's case.
"Is this really worth wrecking the place more?! Come on, speak your mind! I know you can't be so far gone as to lose it completely. We aren't here to fight! Please, talk and we can stop this needless violence!" Whether it fell or deaf ears or not, the strong Earthling would position herself in front of the opposing force. Hoping her meddling would at least draw attention away. Jackie tries pulling attention away from Amara with more TELEPATHIC TALKING.
Appreciation was torn from the cusp of Amara's tongue, her sword hand automatically following the arc of Rhapsody. The verbose animal-eared warrior was flung away from the primary battle, a less than scrupulous Saiyan at the helm. She'd half a mind to go after the thug. His targets were strangers to Amara, but it had been her arrival that heralded the response of vehement backlash. Derry had spoken to her amid the chaos, Earth's president receiving a half-hearted nod, Amara having only half-listened to his reply. She kept her calm. Calculating eyes pierced the landscape from beneath the woman's visor, trying to conjure up some tactic or plan to tip the battle further in their favor.
Derrick's offended rage towards the situation clashed sharply with a certain telepath's request to avoid killing, one Amara could agree with easily enough. "Aside from the actual political incident that'd incur, and despite my own anger at this buffoon, I'm on the 'no killing' team." Twisted as his logic was, Vocado was attempting to do something somewhat good from his perspective. Amara wouldn't go easy on the enraged ape, but cutting him down so ruthlessly? No... though Lottus was a potentially different matter, depending on how the barbarian conducted himself free from prying eyes.
Amara's automatic shields screamed to life just in time to intercept a reflected beam she had been caught lacking by. Wincing and muttering a self-depreciative cuss for her incompetence, Amara pushed back against the weakened blast. Writhing and flexing like a slime, the hexagonal-linked network of hardlight pulsed outward, a chunk of Amara's shields coalescing to form a sharpened fragment of bluish-hot energy that floated peacefully to Amara's front.
She'd hold off on the attack, keen to deduce precisely what K5 was planning. The Android had yet to make a move - defensive or offensive - in Vocado's favor, though the talk of renegotiating fees made it clear enough that the robot WAS on his side, so to say. "STAR was taken!" Having wrapped herself in a morbid silence too long, she attempted to lighten her mood with more surface-level jokes.
Amara was supposed to be a wealthy, peppy, quick-witted, joke-telling defender of all things good. Her enemies, especially her allies, didn't need to see the concealed layers of wrath and stoicism buried beneath her chest, reminiscent of the hybrid's earlier days. The serious Saiyan part of Amara had never truly left. Even in death, heaven's allure and time spent allowing herself to use her other talents had simply paved a new avenue for facades to blossom.
Blinding pink flames hurtled towards the Oozaru as Derrick attacked, Amara glancing at Jackie as the Earthling seemed to make herself a prime target on purpose. Sword fading away into a cloud of hardlight particles, Amara swallowed her apprehension and took aim for Vocado's mouth. Another morose bolt of blackened lightning leaped from her palm, colliding with the waiting shield spike and mixing to form a powerful projectile aimed for the soldier's lower chest. If the attack hit, it'd dig in just below surface level, melting away in an acrid cloud of pure black smoke that'd sap the strength from Vocado's body.
A LIVEWIRE (108,000) [Reflective] meets the oncoming bleed through and survives, sending 137,400 PL back at Vocado!
In addition, she also attacks him with a DARK PULSE (36,000) [Exhausting]!
Finally, a charge on Dyno Capsule is used to refresh one of Amara's Blood Ruby charges