Post by Zuqetta on Aug 22, 2022 21:56:20 GMT -5
Form: Raging Spirit (x5)
Base PL: 90,000
Current PL: 450,000
Trait: Anti-Sense = Inactive
Base PL: 90,000
Current PL: 450,000
Trait: Anti-Sense = Inactive
Quiet were the red skies above that enveloped Sadala; busy were the bustling streets as Sadalan citizens went about their day to day lives. Taori had become King on much a day like this, he had done so while war still plagued the ever frantic world of Plant however. Now, while tensions still ran high amongst the Saiyans and Tuffles both, there was at least a modicum of peace... A peace, held together by a fragile thread of toleration.
What of the heartless Saiyan's who had slaughtered innocent Tuffles en masse? What of the emotionless Tuffles who had taken every opportunity to bomb and destron any stray, hapless Saiyan that crossed their path?
There had been no punishment, there had been no reparations, there had been no treaty; in actuality, there had been no war. Unbeknownst to Saiyan and Tuffle alike, their 'War's End' had been but a ruse; the Tuffles had long since been evacuated from their city, while the Saiyans were made like puppets to attack mere machines and empty homes. The King and Chancellor declared in quiet tandem, the War was over, and the Saiyan's were victorious.
But what did they win?
None save for the closest few involved were aware of this plan; and for the Saiyan people, the feeling of victory was less than adequate. What else could they do but obey their King however? He said not to kill, and so they didn't; he said to go home, and so they did. Betray his words and be marked for death; such was the innate fear that the lesser held for the strong, as the expression went, might makes right... but this was not her doctrine.
Survival of the fittest, this was her Saiyan Way, ingrained in her since birth and followed to this day; the Saiyan Way followed by the one who continued to survived, and by the one whose ship now descended from the skies above.
On this clear day in the skies above the Royal Palace, a massive Super Dreadnought class Capital ship would descend; breaking through the atmosphere with a sound breaking boom as it loomed overhead like a foreshadowing enigma of death. For those who recognized the vessel, the first word from them would be the speculation of invasion; for this had once been the ship of the presumably deceased, Emperor Azoth. Alarms were raised, and Saiyan soldiers would rush to the skies to protect their King and his castle; they would prepare for this ambush, ready to face death to protect their nation... and yet... nothing? The steely black city sized ship would merely loom in the sky, its anti-gravity repulsors keeping it in place in lower planetary orbit.
For a moment, all would fall silent once again, with civilian and soldier alike gaping up in awe and anticipation for what was to come; before suddenly, the massive hanger doors beneath the vessel would open up. Was the capital ship to release fighter craft? Perhaps a low orbit bombardment? No, what was released would be no machine made for an assault, but a veritable horde of drones that would scatter in all directions; sprawling he city faster than any soldier could keep up with destroying.
The order had been given!
It didn't matter who was in command, whether Taori was here, Vocado, or anyone else, the city was being assailed; or so it at least seemed. Squad captains gave the order to defend their city, and so soldiers went in droves to destroy the invading drone army. The drones were durable, and outnumbered the Saiyans more than two hundred to one; and yet, the Saiyan army seemed to be winning. The drones would go down so easily that many began to make a game of it, seeing whom could destroy the most; more and more drones seemed to escape the vessel without end, but the Saiyans were certain they could endure to the very end!
That was... until a massive power boomed through the region...
For those that could feel energy, they would freeze up in terror; for those wearing scouters, they would find themselves turning to the powers location in dismay. For a power so large, it was Azoth, it had to be; back from the dead and seeking revenge. The majority of the Saiyans had ceased their effort to destroy the drones; with their attention now solely on the ship above where the power loomed. To their surprised, the horde of drones didn't attack, merely taking to continuing their sprawl across the city. Finally, once ever nook and cranny of the city had been utterly littered with active drones, it would begin...
"ENOUGH!" A shout would boom and echo across the city in an attempt to pull the attention of any and all; each and every drone relaying the communication as they began to project holo-screens before them. Into homes, onto street walls; the drones would invade the privacy of all as they forced an ongoing broadcast onto the populace, whether they wished for it or not.
To the surprise of those who had continued the fight, the voice was not that of the Arcosian Lord they had been familiar with; but, of a young girl? One final time, all would fall silent as happenings on board the ship took place.
"Damn it Captain, we look like invaders!" The Arcosian crew mate, Shivvz would remark as he massaged at the bridge of his nose to fight how a building migraine, "Even OUR shields won't last if they decided to all ape out and attack at once!!"
"Pfft, ya think they could really come up with a plan like that without Taori makin' em do it? Saiyans are dumb and love fightin'! Transforming is their LAST resort compared to the thrill of a fight!" Zuqetta would remark as she made her way to the hanger bay entrance, "But uhh, just in case, heh, yeah, keep the defenses up, alright? Maybe move to upper orbit once I drop?"
"You don't even need to GIVE that order! If things go south, I want you to know, we're leaving!" Shivvz would say in a huff; already proceeding to issue the command to the engineering and tactical decks.
"I wouldn't have it any other way~!"
With that, the looming silence that had taken the city after Zuqetta's previous announcement would finally be broken as she came into view within the hanger. She would leap down from the ship; her energy raging as she made a spectacle of her arrival. The soldiers that fought had become dumbfounded; what they had believed to be Azoth, had proven to be no more than a kid to them... their first mistake. Most were still frozen; while what stood before them was no more than a young girl, the power they could either feel or read with their scouters was real. A captain of a brigade not worth remembering would approach; floating up towards Zuqetta to meet her as she descended.
"I dunno the hell this is about, kid, but yo-"
A powerful strike to his abdomen from Zuqetta, he was down in an instant; his bravado and pride worth nothing in the face of power. Zuqetta wasn't the strongest, far from it; the Arcosians were monsters of power, Vocado, Taori, and Dark were among some of the strongest Saiyans she knew, and out in the wider universe existed a whole array of powerful beings in their own right. Here and now however, it was only her; the so-called elite royals that defended the palace were the children in her eyes, fat and lax, set in their ways by order of their King.
"First Rosemary to fatten and soften you up, and then Taori ta make ya prime for the slaughter, huh?" Zuqetta would whisper as she released the unconscious Saiyan captain and let him plummet to the far off ground below.
Zuqetta would sigh, but there was no other way to go about this than a show of force; Taori was the 'hero' after all, Zuqetta was the villain enacting a coup. Pressing the sun emblem upon her chest, the act would begin; a small host of ranged drones would take to recording her at a safe distance while the communicator she wore would relay her every word through the drones to the people of Sadala. Her ship above would intercept and cancel out all transmissions; allowing the city to see and hear only her. While this sudden drop in communication may have been suspicious to those outside the city, what mattered most to Zuqetta was that her message, and only hers, was heard.
"PEOPLE OF SADALA, HEAR ME NOW!!!" Zuqetta would yell, her voice booming once more throughout the city as she allowed her energy to surge out in an incredible display, "My name is Zuqetta Dreadwyrm, of the once prominent Dreadwyrm Clan. No doubt, none of you have heard of me, and of those of you in the Radditsu District who have met me? I doubt you believe me. But I am of noble blood, and the power you see before you is REAL!" Zuqetta would announce as she gazed down at the hesitant soldiers below, "I come here now not only to formally denounce the lackadaisical, King Taori, but to challenge him to an official duel for the throne, with the honor of our names and status on the line!" She would declare, slamming her fist to her chest in a prideful manner before continuing, "And my challenge doesn't stop there, I extend this challenge to ANY and ALL True Saiyans that wish to see our nation prosper! Come now, to the Saiyan palace! Face me, not merely as a combatant for the throne, but as an equal mind who advocates for change!!! MAKE YOUR VOICE KNOWN TO OUR FELLOW PEOPLE, OR WALLOW IN SHAMEFUL DISHONOR!!!" Zuqetta would finish before taking to fly down towards the palace, only to find stray army forces attempting to bar her path in spite of their initial reservations.
"STAND DOWN!" Another Saiyan man would shout, flying in quickly and revealing himself as the lieutenant of the previously foolish Captain, "She has issued an official challenge, unless you intend to fight our King for the throne as well as this woman before us, you'll stand down and honor her challenge!" He'd order, causing the already hesitant soldiers to back away in unison.
His words were clear, and duly recorded by the drones for all to see; Zuqetta would merely give a nod to his clear headed response, before proceeding down towards the Palace entrance, stopping before its doors. With a quick turn, she would face the cameras that followed to give one final response before entering.
"I care not how you intend to hold yourself; be you a warrior, a scholar, a coward, or a fool. This challenge is to ALL of our people, I would hear the voices of all those who wish to lead our nation, from the weak, to the strong; while only one might wear the metaphorical crown, it is only united that we might bring our nation from the utter depths of SHAME that our previous 'leaders' have brought upon us! So do as you will!!!"
With her final remark made, Zuqetta would enter the palace and march through its grand hall; ready to face Taori, Vocado, or whomever might wish to test her mettle for the throne. She wanted more than a fight however, she wanted a debate, she wanted information and knowledge; she didn't need to lead, she simply needed to make sure that the one who did, could do it right! She had shown her power in the tournament on Konats, when it should have been the KING that made the strength of the Saiyans known; while she may have had to use Dark to her own ends, as a fellow Saiyan, his display in stopping her only served to strengthen the display of power that the Saiyan race held!
Now was the time for action, to bring back the true strength of the Saiyans; her voice, and the voice of all her people would be heard this day. Their future would be decided NOW, lest they fall to ruin and be forever lost to history. One way or another, Zuqetta had decided that today would be the day that things changed; even if it killed her...
Raging Spirit || x5 Transformation used!
KP: 6/6 (--)
MP: 1/6 (+1)
DMG: 0% / 270% (--%)
Antisense: +20% Boost to Escape Techniques & Immunity to all forms of Sensing
Noble Blood: Total DMG +20%, Critical DMG +30%
Saiyan Pride: +10% Technique Boost when at or above 100% DMG (Inactive)
Restrained Might: +10% Technique Boost while below Final Transformation (Inactive)
Antisense: First Escape attempt costs 0 KP (One Use)
Burning Ki: Spend Momentum to regain Ki at 2:1 Ratio (One Use)
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