Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest]

Lottus
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Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 20, 2022 2:07:19 GMT -5

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Post by Lottus on Nov 20, 2022 2:07:19 GMT -5

PEEPEEPEEP PEEPEEPEEP

Lottus twitches as his scouter bleats, its tone signifying the preset alarm that heralded the destruction to come. His eyes flash open, and the Saiyan rises, having slept within a cave that sat overlooking the distant city from the near sheer cliff face. His coal black eyes gaze out over the horizon, and the first signs of dawn were fast approaching. The sky itself seemed to bleed as the morning light glows with a light crimson hue against the dark black of night that slowly began to creep away.

Lottus stands in the mouth of the cave for a moment, looking down at the city. Soon, the Tuffles would awake to yet another day. One that was not expected to be any different than the last. That is, assuming Cato had not been able to evacuate the more innocent of these people. Whether she had succeeded, or failed, no longer mattered.

Hatchi was going to burn. No one who still dwelt in the city would see the next rising sun. The next faltering moonlight. Innocent of the war, fighters of the war; those completely untouched, and those who harbored the same burning hatred that Lottus felt. But for him, it was an inferno. There had been far more Tuffle war machines than actual fighters - and Lottus saw them as little more than cowards.

Not all of them deserved death. Perhaps none of them did. It was an invasive thought that had been itching at the back of Lottus' mind; a thought that had been kindled by Vocado and Cato for different reasons. It was indecision - it was weakness. Lottus could not afford to be weak willed; not now. Lottus balls his hand into a fist, and thumps it against his chest.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Distant lights began to turn on in windows.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A cool breeze slides across Lottus' form, blowing his knee length hair aside.

THUMPTHUMP! THUMPTHUMP! THUMP!

Lottus continues hitting his fist against his chest, harder and harder, working himself out of a growing melancholy, and into a rising fury. He began to slam the fist against his chest until it began to hurt, even through his armor. Lottus whips his head back in a snarl that echoes through the dark cave, and he leaps off the edge - and propels himself through the air towards the city.

He knew where to strike first. He knew where to strike the hardest. He knew where there would be the most civilians. The Tuffles could not learn the true reason for the attack, not until it was too late to stop it. Lottus moved with a speed he'd never thought possible to achieve, and covered the distance in mere blinks of an eye. He stops midair, high above the city, and gazes down. The city seemed... emptier than it should be, given the number of beings living here.

Cato's work had not gone unrewarded, it seemed. The movement below was primarily androids and uniformed soldiers. Others wore brightly colored full body outfits that a disease control center would use to enter an afflicted zone. They would die. All of them.

Lottus taps the scouter, and finds that there are still many thousands of Tuffles in the city - though not the several hundred thousand that normally would be here. Lottus closes his eyes, and smiles to himself - and descends through the air straight down, until his boots hit the uncommonly empty street. Tuffle soldiers and machines turn to the sudden sound, and the looks of fear that play across the Tuffles' faces feed into Lottus' hunger for carnage.

"It's time I gave the signal for the attack to begin." Lottus says, absently, aloud. Tuffle soldiers begin to approach Lottus, blaster carbines and rifles drawn. But their advance stops as bolts of crimson electricity begin to dance along Lottus' body, causing nearby street lamps to burst, showering the machines and soldiers with small shards of glass.

Lottus slowly opens his eyes, and he spreads his feet apart.

"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!"

With the mighty bellow, Lottus' aura explodes around him like a geyser of crimson and black flames. The street is shredded apart with fissures that speed away from Lottus as their epicenter, spiderwebbing in all directions. The fissures strike the nearby buildings, and tear up their sleek walls. Windows explode at the sudden displacement of air pressure, and every building within three blocks are torn apart by the hurricane strength winds and pressure from Lottus' sudden power escalation.

Lottus' bellow is drowned out by the sound of buildings collapsing all around him, and the street beneath his feet becomes a wide crater, exposing the buried railways and blasting the tunnels with debris as the streets implode into them. Every Tuffle soldier, doctor, and scientist seeming to be out looking for some unseen threat is killed almost instantly from the blast and subsequent destruction.

Hundreds dead in a matter of seconds.

Lottus' body had grown - every proportion greater to accommodate his massively increased muscle mass. Standing at well over eight feet in height from the transformation, and his eyes now a glinting yellow rather than the coal black they naturally were, Lottus' power could be felt for hundreds of miles. Lottus snarls, and jumps skywards, blasting every building not fully collapsed by his transformation, and turns his attention downwards.

Screams of pain and fear could be heard rising into the air, further fueling Lottus' bloodlust.

It was finally time to correct King Taori's failure. It was finally time to take back a piece of what the Tuffles had taken from him. Lottus knew that, soon, he would come face to face with his friend Vocado as enemies once more. Lottus knew that Vocado would arrive with aid to try and push him back. But Lottus was no longer just some Low Class, unruly grunt. His power afforded him to rise above that societal designation. And, perhaps, if the Kingdom failed again, they would fall too.

It was time for Hatchi City to burn.

Lottus has begun the attack on Hatchi City. Defenders and allies both have 72 hours to join this thread. The stakes are high - If the attack wins, Hatchi City and its sub-boards will be left in ruins.

Lottus activates his Wrathful State transformation!

PL: 518,540
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6 +1 Turn (Started at 0, gained MP at end of turn after transformation)
HP: 0/250%
WC: 1,001

Resource(s): ~~RESTRAINED MIGHT,~~ ~~SAIYAN PRIDE~~, ZENKAI, BURNING KI

With the activation of Wrathful State, the following Utility Techs also activate!

Utility Technique || Wrathful Aura
Description: When Wrathful State (transformation) or any variation of the transformation is active, Lottus focuses the corrupting power onto his foe, trying to frenzy them with the same bloodlust that he experiences trying to control or make them go berserk with rage.

Requirements: First and foremost, this ability affects other players' characters negatively - therefore, in order for them to be afflicted with Berserk the player being affected must give express permission that their character can be affected. Secondly, Lottus can only use Wrathful Aura when using a transformation that includes Wrathful in the name. And thirdly, the ONLY way Wrathful Aura can affect a target is through physical contact. Melee attacks made by Lottus, and against Lottus only. Ki Blast techniques (that do not involve physically touching Lottus) are not subject to the Wrathful Aura's effect.

Enemy characters cannot be afflicted with Berserk more that two times per thread. Players determine for themselves how long the effects of Berserk apply to their character(s).

Utility Technique || Horrifying Countenance
Description: When Lottus utilizes his Wrathful State, or any transformation with Wrath in its name, Lottus' terrifying aura gives the impression of almost twice the power he truly possesses, making him appear far more dangerous and intimidating to behold.

Note: Lottus' PL does NOT actually change - it tricks Ki Sensing users into feeling vastly more power than is actually there. Scouter users are unaffected, as this ability is a sensation, not a true power boost. Additionally, skillful, or much more powerful enemies cannot be tricked by this ability.

Plotter: dbsparking.freeforums.net/thread/2784/lottus-plotter
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlEBEthFVAA

Fukushu
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Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 20, 2022 9:35:58 GMT -5

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Post by Fukushu on Nov 20, 2022 9:35:58 GMT -5

The day had arrived. It began as any other, with the Heran Fukushu getting up from bed and going over the usual reports his men placed on his desk each morning. General maintenance, oxygen levels, food supplies; everything needed to be accounted for, and thankfully everything was in order. It was thanks to the hard work of those underneath him that the ship ran smoothly, but today he'd be asking a lot more from them; today they were going to war, and most wouldn't be coming back.

His own armory had been much improved in preparation for this momentous event, and today he'd finally get to put it all to use. For starters he had purchased a state-of-the-art arm-mounted blaster, which he had dubbed the hand-cannon. He managed to get his hands on it thanks to some contacts within the Arcosian RND department from which his model originated. Next up was a sublime piece of battle armor which he had picked up on down on Plant. It was sleek, but sturdy and well fitting; just what he was looking for.

To go along with those two pick ups he had finally managed to get a hold of an infamous Blood Ruby, of which he had been in the market for ever since his first encounter with Qarinah back on Earth. He had sent his Arcosian Reito down to Earth not too long ago and made sure to instruct him to scour every damn mine on the planet and not to come back until he found one. Reizo on the other hand had been sent to harass every farmer until he had acquired a precious Senzu Bean, of which he had unfortunately only brought back one.

The beans were said to hold regenerative properties, though Fukushu had never seen them in action himself. He figured that today was as good a day as any to put them to the test, and should it prove valuable he'd make sure to acquire as many of things as he could when he next visited Earth himself. The final addition to his personal arsenal was perhaps the most valuable of all, but also the most dangerous to acquire: weaponized Destron.

Recently he had taken a trip to the Destron Crags of Plant where he had run into a Saiyan female. He suffered a slight accident where there was a fall into the Destron itself, though fortunately the Saiyan pulled him out. With the adrenaline of the scuffle his symptoms were easy enough to ignore, though over the past few days they had gotten worse and worse. Under the advice of his personal physician he had undergone a medical examine where still active remains of Destron were extracted from his lungs.

There wasn't enough of it in his system to be deadly, but it had slowed him down in recent times, though without any real sparring recently he had managed to avoid the worse of the side effects. Upon removing the Destron from his system his scientists suggested using what little of it they had in an effort to reproduce the substance, though given the state of the sample they couldn't give Fuksuhu any sort of guarantee on success. With that in mind he decided that he had a more pressing use for it: war.

He packed the Destron into a deployable form, eager to finally see what it was capable of against the most powerful of warriors. Though he had put so much thought into acquiring the substance he had yet to actually see it put down a powerful fighter, and in fact had seen the opposite. Lottus had told him he was dying of Destron, and yet he grew at a rate greater than any warrior Fuksuhu had previously encountered. This was his chance to see whether or not Destron would actually be worth the effort.

Speaking of Lottus: the Saiyan was viciously opposed to it's use. Fukushu had made the mistake of mentioning that in their first encounter, and had done well to avoid doing so since. He'd need to make sure not to use what little he had while the Saiyan was around to witness. If everything went according to plan then have the ability to acquire fresh, reproduction-level samples from the labs of Hatchi, whether it be with his own hands of those of his men.

It was at that moment where one of his scientists arrived. In his hand he carried the Destron capsule that Fuksuhu had asked for. He could tell by the way the man walked that he was apprehensive about what Fuksuhu had in mind, but he knew better than to question a direct order, especially at a time like this. He placed the capsule in the Heran's hand. and then bowed before leaving.

For a moment Fukushu sat there, in the eerie darkness of his room; his face only illuminated by the small sliver of light produced by his door ajar. The Heran was never the most cerebral of fighters. He preferred to think of himself as a master improvisor; capable of turning any situation to his favor in a moments notice. He felt as though he had earned that after somehow managing to escape Earth alive after all the damage he had caused.

Long term planning was new to him, and he was constantly questioning which direction to go in. He had purposely fueled Lottus' war, turning it into something much greater than it was supposed to be, and yet that may have been the very play which could see him undone. The involvement of Vocado and Brumal could be directly attributed to his actions, and now there was the possibility that both would end on the opposite side of the battlefield to his forces.

He could still back out now, and leave Lottus to fight with just Cato at his side. In that case they'd both likely end up dead, with Fuksuhu keeping his own life. But then where would they put him? A slave to the Arcosian will, now strengthened with support from both the Saiyans and Tuffles? He'd never be able to break that up. Lottus was a powerful pawn at his disposal, and despite his shortcomings he had pledged to help him in his cause on Earth, which was more than he had with Brumal. For better or worse he had hitched his wagon to the mad Saiyan, and now it was time to find out where it'd take him.

It was near dawn on Plant; Lottus would be attacking soon, and so he needed to get his men ready. With his new gear assembled Fukushu left his room and made his way to the main deck where his small army had assembled. It was only a hundred men he could spare for the effort; not as many as he would have liked, but his station was large and required both security and engineering squads to maintain. Considering the fact that combat may very well reach the station he was fine with being a little conservative in those regards.

He looked down upon his men and gave them a conqueror's smile before commencing his speech. "Gentlemen: you all know what's at stake here today, and we've been preparing for this attack ever since our formation so I'll be brief about things. We're going to war; war against the Tuffles and their allies. Our primarily goal is the destruction of Hatchi, capital of the Tuffles, but that's not our only goal." Fuksuhu snaps his finger, which prompts the handout of documents among his men.

Fuksuhu had made the mistake of sharing his plans prematurely with Vocado, and now he had to correct that. "As you know I had given you instructions previously on where and when to strike, but somehow enemy spies had gotten a hold of these plans and leaked them to our enemy. Whatever orders you had received before right now are null and void; these are your new targets."

In the first set of instructions the targets where mostly industrial, but there was a marked shift in the new directive; the main targets were now residential. "We've been alerted to movement coming out of Hatchi. We believe it may be some sort of evacuation but we aren't sure. In any case your goal will be to cause as much devastation within the residential suburbs of Hatchi." Another snap of the fingers, and more documents were distributed.

Within this folder were several images; important figures in the battles to come. "We're going to have many enemies fighting against us. I'll be blunt here: some are above your level. I want you to focus on only the rank and file of the Tuffles army; if you are to see any of these figures then know that it'll likely be death. The first is a Saiyan named Vocado; I expect him to be our biggest challenge. Study his face well, and avoid him if you can. Next up is Amara, the Queen of the Saiyans. I know we're attacking the Tuffles but my sources tell me that she's like to make an appearance against us."

He should have made a stronger effort to bridge the gap between himself and Amara before this thing got out of hand, but the time for that had passed. "The younger Saiyan is Kabe; not as powerful as Vocado but still much a threat. I'm not as sure on whether not not he'll show but again my sources tell me that it's likely." His source for all of this was Lottus; not the most trustworthy figure but he was working with what he had. "The last figure I'm quite likely will show is Brumal, the Arcosian. Unlike Vocado I expect him to give you a chance to flee, but provoke him and he'll end up the worst of the lot."

Those were the figures he believed would show up, but there were others that presented a risk that he was less sure about. "This gargantuan figure is called Nasu, whom I believe most of you should be familiar with. We had a run in a little while back while trying to gather Saiba creatures. I'm not entirely sure on his affiliation but he may wish to oppose us. The name Cherri has been thrown around as well; she's a powerful Tuffle though I have yet to encounter her while on Plant and have had a lot of difficulty in procuring any images of her. Be warned of her strength though, and know that she is a threat."

Unfortunately their list of potential threats wasn't yet over. "Two final Saiyans; both girls of a similar age. The first is Zuqetta, whom I saw first hand at the Konats tournament. These images of her were taken back then, so her appearance may have changed. The final one is of the Saiyan I encountered at the Crags; I don't know her name, but I believe she may be close to Amara and so it's possible that she'll make an appearance too."

Scarred Vocado, Regal Brumal, Noble Amara; all capable of ending their war singlehandedly, and somehow they had to take them all on at once. Their list of allies wasn't so impressive, but it was what they had. A final click of his fingers and one last documents came out; this one detailing the own elite fighting force. "You should know this Saiyan; he's been here before. Lottus is on our side, but he's not a friend. Stay out of his way if you can; he'll fight his own fight and if he sees you as interfering he won't have any qualms about taking you out."

He expected to lose a couple men alone to the attacks of Lottus, but that was necessary collateral. "The purple haired female is Cato. She's more friendly, but I expect her to be close to Lottus so probably better not bother with her either. You should know Metabo, Volute and Axis as well. They're ours, and you can trust in them." With all of that taken care off his speech was just about done. "You all have your orders; now make Bitterbones proud!"

While his men rushed to their pods Fukushu continued with his own plans, re-entering his room and calling in the Arcosian brothers Reito and Reizo. These two he had trusted more than the others, which is why he wanted them to search for the Destron. "You know about my Destron ambition, and you know what sort of opportunity this is. Ideally I'd do this sort of thing myself, but with the fighting we expect I'm not sure whether or not I'll be able to get away from our enemies."

From his desk Fukushu retrieved an amended version of their attack plans, with governmental and scientific targets detailed. "These points are where you shall go. You will wear street clothes and hide your power level; appearing to nothing more than a scared civilian. Wait until the structures are emptied then ravish them. Take Calad with you; he'll help you search for the Destron. I'm putting a lot of faith in you, and I expect you know what will happen should you fail me." Nothing more was needed to be said; the two Arcosians took Calad and went to Fukushu's main vessel.

With the last of his instructions finalized there was no more reason to stick around. Fukushu joined his Arcosian allies aboard his grand ship and set in the coordinates to Plant, touching down on a cliff which overlooked the city while the night was still upon them, though it was slowly fading away. Upon landing he reiterated his desires to both Reizo and Reito before sending them off, delaying his own departure so that he could contact his most elite fighters. His had to admit that his relationship with Volute, Axis and Metabo weren't what he had wished, but now was the opportunity to strengthen that.

Using his telepathy, he reached out to his most powerful allies to let them know that war was approaching. "Volute, Axis, Metabo; can you hear this? I'm sending this message to your own unique signatures. The time for battles is now. You are to come to Hatchi at once, and prepare for the fight of your lives. The most powerful warriors of Plant are set to oppose us, but I expect nothing less than a victory today. You may wish to seek me out if you like, or fight on your own; as long as we win I do not care about the how."

There was one final person whom he wanted to reach out to: Lottus. They hadn't coordinates an exact rendezvous point, and with dawn approaching it was important that the two should meet to launch their attack together. He found it difficult to locate the Saiyan, as though something was interfering with his ability to discover him. "Lottus? Do you read me?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable crimson aura of Lottus exploding in the distance. In an instant it seemed like an entire district of the city had been vaporized, and for a brief moment he was reminded of his own attack on East City, and how it had ended in failure. He was determined to make sure the same thing didn't happen today. Without warning he powered up himself, and took off in the direction of Lottus.

Fukushu
PL: 555,000
Rising Rage

KP: 6/6 - MP: 1/6 - HP: 000/250

Resources: Cunning Cutthroat, Durability, Vampiric, Avenger
Items: Arm Blaster, Battle Armor, Blood Ruby, Destron Flask, Senzu Bean, Dyno Capsule

Reito
PL: 12,000
True Form

KP: 6/6 - MP: 1/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Durability, Indestructible

Reizo
PL: 12,000
True Form

KP: 6/6 - MP: 1/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Durability, Indestructible

Calad
PL: 4,000
x4

No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 1/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Extraterrestrial, Indestructible

WC: 2,568
TWC: 2,568

Last Edit: Nov 20, 2022 10:29:35 GMT -5 by Fukushu

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dbsparking.freeforums.net/thread/2758/fukushus-plotter
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Axis
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Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 20, 2022 12:52:24 GMT -5

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Post by Axis on Nov 20, 2022 12:52:24 GMT -5

Axis awoke to a power signature he had never expierenced before. It was wild in nature and thick with chaos. It dwarfed anything he had expierenced before. It stood out to him like a beacon. This was the signal he had been waiting for. It had to be. The time had begun. War was upon them.The time for peaceful nights and soft pillows was over. There was no rest for the wicked. Only carnage!

So much for a good night's sleep. It looks like today is the day. Time to murder innocent people by the city full! What a dream come true.

He spoke like it was a joke but he was dead serious. Luckily his commute to work today would be a short one. He had taken up residence in the heart of the city in preparation of today. It took him only a moment to exit the run down hobble he had rented and be center stage in the heart of the city. He had spent the last couple weeks gathering as much info as possible on the city and the planet in general. After tons of investigating and slinking in the shadows it felt nice to finally come out of hiding and out into the open.

It looked like nobody else was wasting time either. After talking with Fukushu in the past about the clan he figured the one putting off the fireworks display was Lottus. Buildings were collapsing from the sheer force of his power. His rage was leaving craters in the city and Tuffles were dying in mass already. It was hard not to be impressed with how strong he was. This was pure destruction in its finest.

Just then he had heard Fukushu's voice in his own head. He was informing them that the time had come and to assemble in the city. The marching orders were simply to win. Easily said but he had a feeling it was going to be much more more difficult then anybody could guess. Since Axis was already there he didnt need the heads up. Anybody who was in the same solar system could sense what was going on in Hatchi right now. This was only more true after Fukushu powered up himself. Lottus and Fukushu stood out like titans. The whole city was lighting up with different energy signatures left and right.

Axis wastes no time joining in on the fun. As tuffles ran wild in hysteria he began to pick them off one at a time using relatively small ki beams. He laughed in a menacing sort of way as he slayed women and children a like one after another. He was indifferent and heartless in his murderous ways. He treated the tuffles like toys as he played with them in the center of the city.

where is everybody going?Are we not having a good morning? Come back and play with me!

He joked to himself as everybody ran away from all the commotion. His voice was deep and layered with a mocking type of malice. It was hard to hear himself over the screams of all the citizens even though he was practically yelling. Blood already covered his body from the innocent after impailing a tuffle in the back with one of the horns on his head. The blood matched his natural red coloring and made his monsterous appearance look even more menacing.

Fine then be that way. Run...Run away. Flee for your lives. It's more fun this way any way. No matter where you run to there is no escape. Death comes for Hatchi today! JUST DIE!

He yelled out as he let crimson ki blasts out with reckless abandon. His tail flickered back and forth with excitement. He only stopped for long enough to body anybody who got close to him with his tall and muscular frame. Like a missle he would fly around the town center murdering anything and everything in his way until somebody would arrive to stop him. Evil laughter rained out as he began to truly embrace the destruction and enjoy himself. Today was a good day!

Axis causes devastion in the city center. Citizens die with each passng moment he is left alone. Who will stop him?

Pl 25,000
Hp 0/270
Kp 6/6
Mp 1/6
Wc 700

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Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 20, 2022 12:54:37 GMT -5

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Post by Cato on Nov 20, 2022 12:54:37 GMT -5

SINS OF THE UNFINISHED WAR
| Cato's PL: 325,000 (65,000 - x5) |

Cato whirled around to see the explosion of crimson and black in the distance. She knew full well what it meant: the battle was beginning, and the power that she read at the epicenter of that explosion could only be one man: it was Lottus. Privately, she hoped that her and Vocado's efforts to evacuate the city would mean something in the long run. But the time for humanitarian work was over now, and she had a promise to uphold.

She knew today was the day, and she had already powered herself up to the very limit. Her purple hair flowed wildly around her, and her eyes took on a faint red tinge, the power of the Oozaru brimming within her--but contained within her usual fighting form. It was all she could do to keep her mind in check. It was an unfinished transformation, something she hadn't chanced fighting with before.

But it was now or never.

She launched herself into the air towards Lottus' location, scanning the horizon with her scouter every beat of the way. It was difficult not to recognize just how impressive Hatchi was, on the eve of its possible destruction. She hated it here, and she had no love for the people who lived here: but in her days trying to evacuate, she had been forced to admit there was some kind of odd beauty in its technological efficiency.

She keyed in her scouter, reaching out not to Lottus, but to the man who would be her enemy in mere moments: Vocado.

"Good luck," she offered, simply. "See you on the other side of this, if we both make it through."

It was a small gesture, but one felt compelled to make. She would help Lottus achieve this terrible goal, but she had no desire to see the Kingdom crumble into a civil war over it. She refused to burn all of her old friendships alongside Hatchi City. The loss of one city was enough for them to have to work their way past.

Still, as she came within view of Lottus, she couldn't help but admit to herself a tinge of excitement. However horrible this situation was, and however much damage they would do -- to eachother, to Hatchi, to Plant -- this was what she had been waiting for all along. This was a real battle. This was her single greatest chance to prove herself.

She came to a halt in the center of all that destruction, gazing around at the sheer amount of wreckage already caused in mild surprise. This might not take as long as she thought.

"I'm here, Lottus," she called up to him, floating higher into the air to avoid getting caught by any new blast or explosion. "We did our best to get those out who weren't, ah, your targets... but people are going to notice this. You'd better be ready for a fight, because the whole planet is about to come down on us."

PL: 325,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
HP: 0/270

Thread TWC: 521

Resources: Vampiric, Z-Sword, Burning Ki, Avenger, Saiyan Pride

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Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 20, 2022 14:23:25 GMT -5

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Post by Captain Kabe on Nov 20, 2022 14:23:25 GMT -5

It had been a short trip off-world to visit Namek. He hadn't found his son, but he had tracked down Nero, which was a start. He'd have stayed longer but something in the deepest pit of his supernatural gut had pulled him back here. The nagging feeling that something big was about to go down hadn't gone away the entire trip.

As his ship zwooped from the starscape into the outer orbit of the planet, Kabe couldn't stop himself from muttering. "I leave this shithole for five minutes..." Nonchalant as it was, Kabe's face held abject horror as he stared through the polished glass at the burst of blackened crimson down below.

He swallowed a deep gulp, and hoped to wake up from this nightmare... but it appeared he was shit out of luck. This was real, and some hopped up lunatic had attacked a city full of children. Kabe had done... many, many things in his time, but those had been raids. Selfish endaeavours, or acts of survival. An attack of this scale, with this many powers already present and even more swarming could be nothing else than the start of war.

Kabe eyed his comms officer, a Quaran from the far off edges of the eastern galaxy named Qubash. Without words, he already had been scanning the surface. "Captain, there's still hundreds... nay, thousands of lifesigns and civillian power signatures reading down below." Humanitarian work was not often the purview of a pirate lord, but in times like this... "I want you to get down there, and snatch up as many civillians as you can. Children first."

"Bring us down." Kabe commanded, and those within the city down below would see the cloudbelt split, shoved aside by the looming metal husk of the starship Jörmungandr hanging overhead. A few seconds later, readied and strapped for action, a swarm of at least six dozen shuttle pods were fired from the rattling hull, fired down like a cluster of angered bees swarming the city surface. Each one, filled with a handful of pirates tasked with one thing: grabbing every child left in the city that they could.

Stepping into one of the pods, Kabe wasted no time. He clicked the scouter on the side of his head, and contacted the only person he felt relevant in the moment: Vocado.

Hey, unc. Get your ass down here. I can only buy so much time for whatever stubborn people are left in this city.

Oh also, don't pay much attention to what I'm about to say. I don't wanna own this garbage can city.

The message finished sending as he slammed down into the city and stepped out of the pod. Gripping tight to his moonstone necklace, he felt himself soak in the light of the moon. Transformed, he stood tall as a fifty-foot ape and grabbed the nearest tall building, snapping it in half and heaving it overhead. He always hated his Oozaru form, but if he was going to give his men time... he needed a spectacle.

"THIS CITY IS NOW THE PROPERTY OF THE CREW OF THE JÖRMUNGANDR!"

He lobbed the building where the explosion had been. He didn't know who was here yet, and he didn't care. All he needed to do was buy time. "AND NOBODY TOUCHES MY STUFF!"

Power Level: ~~58,000~~ 290,000 (x5)
KP: 5/6 (-1)
MP: 2/6 (+2)

Kabe is in Oozaru (x5)!
Kabe uses [Light] Nuclear Knockout, flavored as lobbing a building.
58,000 headed at Lottus! (20%)

Items: none

TWC: 552

AT time!

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The 10,000,000,000,000z Man

Korado
Renowned Power

STATS
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PL: 47,000
XP: 752
Simulated Strength (x3), Nano Breaker (x5)

Tag: @korado
Posts: 450 Male

Minion PL: 50,000
Minion Forms: Royal Form (x6)

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 21, 2022 1:08:20 GMT -5

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Post by Korado on Nov 21, 2022 1:08:20 GMT -5

Korado had returned to Plant and had returned to working on Project Genesis. He had a feeling with Amara as queen it was going to be needed. He trusted his sister but he had a feeling some saiyans would not feel happy. That thought proved to be correct. As he was working on his project his scouter began to beep all of sudden! There was a large power on the cusp of the city. And that power seemed to quickly rise. A massive power of over <500,000> was in the edge of the city and they had unleashed a large amount of power. His scouter beeped to alert him to a ton of powers quickly vanishing. The saiyans had invaded, at least he had to assume. He was not sure if it was because of Amara either. He assumed, that she had to been aware. Or maybe it was rouge saiyans who wanted to unleash their wrath upon the tuffles.

Korado would get from his lab and let out a long sigh. He was frustrated to say the least. Tons of people just died. But at the same time, he was just frustrated that this was going down in the first place. And that he had not gotten his project done. All those people were dead and they would stay dead. Even if this invasion ended, they would stay dead. But he began to bury those feelings. Because while those people were dead, if no one stepped to the defense of the city then a lot more people would end up dead. “Sickle lets go.” He would call Sickle who bounced form the corner of his factory. He would grab onto Sickle and then rush towards the battlefield.

When he began to dart towards the battlefield his scouter beeped to life again, there was a lot of people attacking the city. There was four people that seemed to be leading the attack’s. Most of the people he didn’t know who they were but one of them stood out. Cato. They had meet before, but Korado hardly recongized her. She had become super powerful and she seemed to be one of the attackers. If only he had a chance to talk to her more. Maybe she’d not be on this path. Or maybe he was just a fool. He had talked to many of the saiyans on Plant. He wondered if any of those same people he had helped or talk too would soon be joining on this attack. Or maybe his word and actions would convince some of those same people to defend Haitchi city. He had to just hope.

Korado pulled his arm blaster as nanomachines drafted up his body. Sickle meanwhile would begin to morph into his body into a saiyan like form. He knew that he and Sickle were going to need to go all out. “I hate that we gotta fight. I’d of normally told you to scram and stop what your doing. But all those people you just murdered would not accept that. So which one of you did all that to start?” Korado aimed his blaster toward Cato. He was gonna try to aim it at Lottus but he had arrived a bit too late for that as he was about to get clubbed by a building Kabe decided to chuck at him. So he decided it was his best interest to aim his blaster at what seemed to be his right hand. “We meet before ain’t we? Sad to see you choose war over peace.” The blaster began to glow as Sickle raised his goey saiyan fists. He didn’t fire yet, he decided to wait. Maybe just the threat of a fight would scare them off. He was not the greatest fighter, so he rather not start throwing shit around untill their was no choice but to throw hands.

Wc:653
Item's:Battle Armor, Bloody Ruby, Destron Capsule, Arm Blaster,Dyno Capsule
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Korado Nano Breaker:195,000
Sickle: Royal Form:234,000
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Korado
Kp:6/6
Mp:1/6
Damage Meter:0/250
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Sickle
Kp:6/6
Mp:1/6
Damage Meter:0/250

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Erbia
Potent Warrior

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 60,000
XP: 1,794
Anger Point (x4)
Rising Rage(x6)

Tag: @erbia
Posts: 154 Male

Minion PL: 6,400
Minion Forms: Wrathful (x5)

Minion PL: 6,400
Minion Forms: Base Transformation (x4)

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 21, 2022 10:54:15 GMT -5

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Post by Erbia on Nov 21, 2022 10:54:15 GMT -5

Erbia PL: 33,200
Rassica PL: 4,000
Korla PL: 4,000

There was something about the first rays of a worlds dawning light that Erbia had always found himself enjoying. He wasn't a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but even he could find something indulgent in the rising sun as it ushered in a new day for whatever world he was on. Rassica stretched her arms and came over to sit next to him on the rooftop, looking out across the cityscape. "This never gets old for you huh?" she asked, the Heran shaking his head.

"Nah... Not sure why, even after every world we've been to, a sunrise is always still one of my favourite things to see." he mused, holding his hand out in front of his face, letting the flickering newborn light dance between his fingertips.

The Saiyan woman looked at him for a moment before snorting in amusement, leaning back and just enjoying the view as well. "You're a bloody romantic at heart Captain, that's why." piped up the Broljin thief member of the crew, drawing a chuckle from the two warriors. Before either of them, the Heran in particular, could retort... they all felt it, even Korla who couldn't sense energy. The Scouter however went absolutely nuts.

Off in the distance, a massive power level erupted in the city, followed up by several others... with plenty of devastation in their respective wakes. "So... we're really doing this?" asked Rassica as she got to her feet, stretching herself fully awake. "Thought we didn't take sides in a war... bad for reputation and later business."

Erbia remained seated for a moment, taking in a slow breath as he took in the glimmering lights of the rising sun one more time before he took to his feet. "Technically, this isn't a war. Not yet. This is just some bastard idiots wanting to reignite it cus of their own ego or vengeance crusades nonsense." he mused, cracking his knuckles as he surveyed the city proper. "Way I see it, only way we'll get to see what a Plant at peace can do, is if we give it enough breathing room to actually work its way up to crawling."

Korla smirked and sighed. "And you keep saying you ain't a poet boss. So, what's the plan then?" she asked, both her and Rassica knowing full well what the idea would be. Judging purely by the grin that was spreading across the Heran's face.

"Rassica, Korla, run collateral. I doubt the evac was properly finished, so keep an eye out for civilians and get them the fuck out of here." Erbia ordered, nodding at the areas with the denser population of low energy signatures. "Stick together though, last thing we need is the locals getting confused about who's side we're on here. Keep an eye out especially for the scientist types. I'll try and work on dealing with the bastards that I can..." he said, glancing over towards the energy levels closest to the center of the city. "Starting with that bastard..."

All three of them nodded at one another, glancing up at the ship apparently claiming Hatchi as the property of the Jormungandr crew, a name that rang a vague bell to the mercenary pirate crew. "Seems we won't be alone at least in the evac stuff..." Korla mused before firing up her rocket boots and taking off towards the city.

Rassica placed a hand on Erbia's shoulder and nodded at the Heran. "Don't do anything stupid alright?" she asked, Erbia nodding back at her. "I try not to. See you two after this is done. Keep each other safe." he ordered, both of them given one final nod before taking off towards their respective goals in the city.

"Oi! Dickless!" the Heran roared as he came slamming down towards the murder happy Arcosian in the middle of Hatchi, trying to slam his fist straight into their gleeful face! Regardless of whether he managed to hit or not, he'd crack his neck from side to side as he stood there in front of the bastard in the aftermath. "How about picking on someone with a little more bite eh?" Erbia asked, a smirk clear and present on his face. "Been a while since I fought an Arcosian... Do try not to bore me~" he chuckled.

WC: 716

Erbia tries to slam Axis with Merc Masher!

(8k PL Slot) Light Attack Technique || Merc Masher

Description: Just your average every day punch and/or kick that's enhanced by energy.

Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: N/A

Merc Masher PL: 6,640

Character Stats:

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Erbia Stats:
PL: 33,200
KP: 5/6
MP: 2/6
Damage: 0/250

Rassica Stats:
PL: 4,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
Damage: 0/250

Korla Stats:
PL: 4,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
Damage: 0/250

Last Edit: Nov 21, 2022 11:06:32 GMT -5 by Erbia

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Nasu
Indomitable Force

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 150,466
XP: 19,952
Saiyan Soul (x5)
Super Soul (x18)

Tag: @nasu
Posts: 640

Minion PL: 1
Minion Forms: N/A

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 21, 2022 18:28:40 GMT -5

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Post by Nasu on Nov 21, 2022 18:28:40 GMT -5

Emptiness.

That was all that ran through the Saiyan’s mind for the longest time. A blank space where he could potentially create or define anything and he chose to use it to refine his mind and spirit, with both eyes closed he sought something else beyond physical effort and reward, with both individuals in his head that struck at one another endlessly in various shapes or forms. It was hard to tell if it was a pair of fighters or simply waves that danced together, back and forth, without much of a concrete sense to such imagery if not the very conflict that brewed within him and increased his focus.

He meditated. That was it, in a few words. Was it strange that perhaps one Saiyan such as this one would commit to such an activity? Not quite, he felt that it could yet grant him power in one shape or form, and that it could somehow allow to better nurture the strength he worked so hard for time and time again. Besides, if he was to train now, he would be tired for what was to come. He had already done all he could to possibly prevent as much bloodshed as what would have been caused otherwise, even if he tried to look for them preemptively what would have that accomplished?

Would he not also play their game, at that point?

“Then so be it. But should you tire of this charade, I shall be here…”

Those last words echoed in his mind shortly, understanding that he was gone. That entity had decided to give it up, in loss and sorrow, he had accepted the reality out there and yet, it did not mean that the darkness had escaped Nasu. In one way, it was like he was not really gone. Things were just back to normal. Every living being bore darkness within them, and the Saiyan had become extremely aware of it, more than some of its most violent specimens would ever do so, still to this point he was at a loss for words. If only Erebos were here he would ask him for advice, or assistance even. He knew Erebos would fit right into this whole picture with the incoming battle.

Speaking of which, he had asked Cheri to suit him with battle armor. And a cape. In truth, he believed that it was useless at this stage. Not many materials could withstand such powerful ki, but in truth, he gave her the design after the one he used to wear in his youth; in a way it gave him focus simply by wearing it.

And now, the time was ripe. Much like a thief, it struck behind his back; a potent energy that swirled with malice and blood lust, one that immediately had Nasu’s eyes wide open. He had been floating up a building not too far from the center, even if Vocado had been given certain instructions, but since he would not join them, Nasu did anticipate that they would be discarded for other plans. Therefore he did not quite wait at the pointed location, and simply found a place he could meditate and keep himself to his own devices.

The man landed on both feet upon the concrete of the building, he turned around and witnessed a rain of blood falling down upon the city. In the air yet remained falling debris, corpses and the like after the deed had been done.

“Lottus…”

His mouth voiced with disdain and a trail of anger that pulsed down his forehead. His eyes stunned for a moment but his motions did not halt, rather he immediately reached out for a scouter he had asked for special occasions, or well just to catch up with Cheri when he was off world. Anyhow, he began to fiddle with its side controls, forwarding a signal to both Vocado and Cheri. There was probably not much sense in having to alert Cheri, she had to know this just happened, she was always stuck in one of the offices. As for Vocado, he decided to leave another message as it all unfolded.

“Vocado, are these Jormungandr folks with you or are they also the enemy?”

He claimed to be protecting the city in their name, which was a little misleading but he knew that Fukushu and Lottus were not here to conquer, so he did not immediately associate them with the opposing side. Anyhow, he had his target for now and that was whom he was going to run after. Then he would keep the scouter away from sight, back into his garbs. The anger that had first been expressed in words began to slowly be unleashed across his body, his knuckles making disjointed and acute noises while he closed those fists tightly and silver trails of power surged through him. He tapped into his full power and shot off for the skies ahead.

“It was not my intent to involve you into this, but if your fangs yet yearn for the blood of the wicked, they are currently killing innocents… children, too. Please, lend a hand if you can. I must look out for the monsters ahead.”

Nasu knew that the tigerman Chaznut’s senses were sharp enough to tell what was going and what kind of leagues they were dealing with at the moment, of course he would not blame him if he did not feel like it but if the Saiyan knew him well enough, he knew he would not stand by while the vile had their way. Thus, he tried to reach out to him with his telepathic abilities.

Then again, he wondered again on whose side the Oozaru belonged to, thus he decided to also contact him telepathically. He would not have any information Kabe could potentially use against him, in the end it was probably better to clear his intentions with the fellow Saiyan before charging in for Lottus.

“I am Nasu. I am here to defend Hatchi from the invaders. We have not met before, but if you are here to give them hell, then count on me. Soon more of their soldiers will march in here, probably together with their space pirate leader Fukushu.”

The warrior still made his way to Lottus regardless of Kabe’s response, for the very simple reason that right now he could sense the Berserker Saiyan’s power well enough and tell that he had just made it that far and was a serious threat. As he flew, all he was now currently concerned about was the Berserker and as soon as he could spot him… Nasu knew he did not intend to give him any quarter.

"HHAAAAAAAAH!!"

If he was indeed in that wicked Berserk state, there was not much use talking to him either, thus the Saiyan immediately launched a haymaker into Lottus’ mug, while he channeled the wrath that he could contain across his vocal chords to meet him with a war cry. He did not quite expect this to go as smoothly as it did at the lake, but there was also a vast difference from that day; back then Nasu was calm and collected, while now even his face sported a couple of veins, with his eyes dead locked into the fellow Saiyan’s soul.
WC: 1,224
Total WC: 1,224
Thread Power Level: 100,000
Power Level: 500,000
HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
Resources: Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Combat Learning, Avenger, Trump Card, Sacred Water, Sparking
OOC Notes/Items Used:
Contacting Chancellor Cheri and Vocado with Scouter
Saiyan Soul (x5)! Power Level: 500,000
[Utility] Telepathy to contact Chaznut and Captain Kabe
[Utility] Primal Fear: An additional variation of Rosemary's ability. Nasu channels a colossal dragon's roar, instilling his enemies with fear and doubt. It does not apply to allies. Requires OOC consent from players.
[Utility] Hardened Mind not to go berserk while fist-fighting Lottus
Nasu is launching a haymaker in Lottus' face, for old times' sake

Last Edit: Nov 24, 2022 16:37:31 GMT -5 by Nasu

Ward
Indomitable Force

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 120,000
XP: 5,298
Kaio (x4)
Dai-Kaio (x6)
Equilibrium (x14)

Tag: @ward
Posts: 738

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 2:05:54 GMT -5

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Post by Ward on Nov 22, 2022 2:05:54 GMT -5

Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth, which is why the gut punch of reality and realization reminded Ward why he so rarely attempted to enact one of his own. Running to Arcose to plan for a Saiyan attack has failed as the Saiyan King never came, then seemed to vanish leaving him with a throne he hadn't planned to sit on. His plan for balance using the Empire had failed thus far as things became more unbalanced in a way that bringing the Empire into it would only cause more problems and potential wars. Now he was staring down the barrel of a plan that was barely his to begin with, attempting to move pieces in place on a board made of thin ice.

Something had clicked in him speaking with Cato, her telling him she had her own plan which entailed joining up and helped this Lottus he had still yet to speak with or even see. All these plans and schemes, politicking and promises, but he knew he had to act, perhaps not in the way he would have been expected to as Brumal, but as he stood there away from the battle, he knew that there was no Brumal, no Rainer, all part of a swamp he was knee deep in. He had been playing the mortal game, trying to fit into their roles by acting as a Saiyan to observe, acting as an Arcosian to gain power for his balance, but it wasn't his way for all he had tried to convince himself otherwise. This entire plan quite frankly wasn't his way either.

The ships he had sent with Cato as they stood in the Destron Crags, on the order of this Brumal, trying to evacuate a few Tuffles from Hatchi were long gone, all ordered back to Arcose. The emperor ready to swoop in and help was gone, left in the Destron Crags with all of his plans. Floating above Hatchi, no more than a few inches off from the same spot he had floated back then, looking out towards Hatchi, towards those attacking it, those defending it, and those that were chaos incarnate, a familiar sight in both directions. This time the Shinjin wasn't there to protect anyone, uttering a single word out loud that likely no one could hear given all that was going on.

"Balance."

This wasn't about what was smuggled into what part of space, or what Empire, Government, or entity was to profit or be damaged most by it, this was about the greater balance, and something he should have done a long time ago. A weapon that was already destroying part of a planet being produced and moved outside of it now, posing a true threat, and as Ward say it, not just to lives, but to balance. He hadn't let himself be pushed to a point that his resolve would take over and do something about this when he was on Plant before, when he was in a position, telling himself it wasn't his problem, weapons were weapons and wars were wars, but it was surprising how much clarity was gained stepping outside of himself and into a different skin and differing perspective for so long.

Hovering closer to the city, he looked down to his fists, clenching and opening them a few times, feeling a comfort he hadn't in a long time as he had shed his Arcosian skin, not having to hide his power, not having to hide his face. As he finally moved as close to the center of the city as he could, he paid no mind to those giving their statements and declarations, and little more to those fighting or attacking around him, as he began to let out all that pent of energy he had been hiding for nearly a year as his power began to spike as he let out a primal scream. All that pent up stress and frustration releasing in an instant as a white aura surrounded him.

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{Balance}

"The instrument of true balance has returned. If you must hide then hide, if you must run then run. Life and death are all a part of balance, and I hope you find your peace mortals, in the after life."

His right hand raised over his head as a large formation began to appear, much quicker than it seemed it should given the size that it was becoming, darkening a large second of the city and creating a shadow over it as the creation grew. It was hollow, empty, lifeless, but for the few that could see what was above the shadow, a replica of Hatchi itself was floating above, and the Shinjin below with a look of ill-intent despite the emotionless look on his face. Bringing his arm down slowly, he stared down at the city, at those standing in it looking up, those that arrived or were waiting, and those running past those now forever still. With little more than a twitch movement of his eye, his right hand gripped and the building above tore apart sending what equated to a meteor shower raining down onto the city.

Thread base Power Level 100,000
Full Powering up to 600,000

Finally using Utility Technique - Magic Materialization: Grand Structure

6 KP
1 MP

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2022 2:06:49 GMT -5 by Ward

Marimba
The Orchestra

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 143,708
XP: 4,635
Great Namek (x5)
Caste Hero (x16)

Tag: @gamerishkt
Posts: 265 Male

Item Malus: 6,500

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 4:01:54 GMT -5

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Post by Marimba on Nov 22, 2022 4:01:54 GMT -5

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~One Month Before the Invasion~

Marimba had been meditating in his cavernous dwelling for hours now. Ever since Nero healed the scar, the Mutant had been doing busy work for the elders. Helping to build new tunnels to tap into the water supply, slaying hordes of underground monsters who weren't worth the time of day to him anymore, digging out or erecting abodes for others, and training weakling Mazoku who seemed to lack true potential.

The land of the Northern Scar was prospering, and it wasn't as if he wasn't being compensated for his work. Yet, Marimba was growing tired of it all. Namek had been peaceful, too peaceful, and ever since Crotona had left the planet, there had been no one strong enough that he knew of to challenge him. No one aside from Nero, whom his attempts to find had failed time and time again.

He had even visited villages of the Dragon and Warrior clans, publicly demanding an audience. Yet, his attempts would result in the villagers refusing to give him information on his whereabouts, and often outright demanding him to leave. Any message he told the villagers to deliver, he had never gotten a response to, whether it be because they truly did not know where he was or that they simply saw no reason in giving into the demands of some "mad demon".

Marimba stood up and walked into another room in his cave, containing his attack pod. Opening its door, he entered inside, before powering on a computer interface installed within. He was listed in the Hera mercenary index under the alias, "Vuvuzela Orchestra". His webpage listed information such as his power level, pricing, his appearance, experience, and how to contact (via encrypted contact line). Not wanting his criminal activity to be linked to Namek, he had used his appearance-altering abilities (and a toupee) to disguise himself as a human-like alien when posting pictures to the account, or when working a job.

He had received two jobs before this. One was to guard a Tuffle fleet, on an expedition to explore a "Spacial Rift" containing unknown life forms. The second was a request from a Konatsian King, who wanted to use Vuvuzela's might to bolster his invasion force so that he could "reclaim" the city of Lux. And now, it appeared Vuvuzela had a third brand-new request from a "Fukushu". A request to join an invasion of Hatchi City. One that the battle-starved Marimba would be happy to oblige.

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~DAY OF THE INVASION~

Marimba sat at a table on an outdoor patio of a bar in Hatchi city. He was mutated (Via Mutate-Form UT) to appear as his Human-like Mercenary alter-ego Vuvuzela, who was an 8-foot-tall obese man with brown messy hair, a bushy mustache, and who wore an expensive-looking brown business suit.

After chugging his 6th mug of alcoholic iced tea, the inebriated Namekian slammed down the empty mug, shaking the table and nearly breaking it. He was angry because things had gone truly disastrously against him ever since his journey to Hatchi City one week ago.

During Space-Travel, his attack pod began malfunctioning, disabling his hypersleep. Not only did he have to wait miserably awake for 3 days to even get to Planet Plant, but when entering orbit, he found he lacked control of his ship. The Hatchi City Spaceport Security being quick to notice the erratic behavior managed to stop it with a tractor beam before it crashed, but as a result, the authorities questioned Vuvuzela and seized his pod.

Initially, he was told he could have his ship picked up and towed to a shop the following day. But the following day came, and the Hatchi police refused to allow him to reclaim his pod, now saying that it was being held as part of an ongoing investigation, refusing to elaborate on what kind of investigation or where it was being held.

Not only did this compromise his mission, but it left him unable to access the encrypted line between Fukushu, and his Attack Pod Computer. Remembering this, Vuvuzela tightened his grip, crushing the glass mug in his hands, to the concern of the other onlookers on the outdoor patio.

He should have obliterated his computer the moment he arrived, and prepared alternative access to the communication line. But the Namekian was all too green to think of this beforehand. All he could do now is wait until the invasion starts, and look for Fukushu in person.

"Just gotta sit here and wait..." Vuvuzela mutters drunkenly, his eyelids getting heavier as they begin to shut.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

Suddenly, the sensation of a hostile Ki with overwhelming power and bloodlust surges through Vuvuzela, striking him like an electrified tidal wave and shocking him awake in a full instinctual panic. Reflexively, he jumps into the sky and flies away at top speed before his mind even has time to rationalize what is going on.

The next thing Vuvuzela knows, he is touching-toes centimeters away from a city-shattering explosive wave, consuming everything in its massive radius. The mercenary, now starting to properly think, begins grinning widely, his heart racing and ki-energy flowing outwards, excited for battle. The explosive wave chasing him fades, revealing its perpetrator, whose identity was unmistakable. It was none other than Lottus, the mighty Saiyan Fukushu had said was going to lead the attack.

The word mighty didn't even begin to describe how his Ki felt. If the Ki of his former Master, Crotona, was like beholding the tallest mountain, Lottus' Ki was beholding the same mountain from the bottom of the deepest abyss. It was incomprehensible, impossible to see the end of it. If Vuvuzela had to fight against that, it would mean certain, instant death.

However, Instead of crushing the disguised Namekian's warrior spirit with its weight, it felt more like it was pushing him from behind, driving him onward. It was inspiring. Hence, how he could continue to smile so widely amidst it.

Vuvuzela could sense all kinds of other, powerful ki signatures popping up all around him, some stronger, some weaker, but almost all of them formidable, until another gigantic one, no... TWO GIGANTIC ONES that could challenge even Lottus emerged, causing the Mazoku to shout aloud.

"I was expecting power here! But this is maddening!"

An entire copy of Hatchi City inexplicably materialized in the sky, covering the original city in it's umbra, but Vuvuzela was numb to it. It felt inconsequential in the wake of the sensation that the entire world was going to explode when these powers collide. Even a being like himself, the strongest of the Mazoku clan, and possibly the strongest of ALL Namekian kind, had no business competing in the same universe as these titans.

"If that's the case... THEN I'LL DIE ALONGSIDE TRUE WARRIORS!"

Vuvuzela's body begins rapidly growing into a 32-foot giant. His power surging outward violently, being one tremor among many that shake the world around them. Debris rained down upon the raging Namekian from the collapsing buildings above, only to be obliterated into dust by his fearsome aura.

"TO THE VERY LAST DROP!"

The now-titanic Vuvuzela condenses energy within himself, preparing his assault in advance against whatever foe he'll soon clash fists with.

Using "Mutate Form" (UT) to look like a human-alien. Using "Disguise Race" (UT) to disguise ki-signature as a Non-Namekian.

WC: 1197

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}

Beginning Phase

Base Stats	Base Stats	I	Traits	Traits
Hit Points	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%	I	Mazoku Clan	∞
Power Level	39,546	I	Battle Wisdom	(1/1)
Ki Points	(6/6)	I	Regeneration	(1/1)
Momentum Points	(0/6)	I	Brawler	(1/1)
Status	-	I	Tactician	(1/1)

Action Phase:
Activating Great Namek (X5). Using Tactician to Add Stasis to Assault Rush. Attack Stored (0/3 Turns).

Category	Technique Name	Technique Stats	Technique Modifiers	Results (if hits for attacks)
Enemy Attack	-	-	-	-
Defense	-.	-	-	-
Own Attack	Assault Rush	2KP, 40% (79,092 PL)	Stasis	Stored. (0/3) Turns.

End Phase:
Great Namek (X5) Active.

Base Stats	Base Stats	I	Traits	Traits
Hit Points	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%	I	Mazoku Clan	∞
Power Level	197,730	I	Battle Wisdom	(1/1)
Ki Points	(4/6)	I	Regeneration	(1/1)
Momentum Points	(2/6)	I	Brawler	(1/1)
Status	-	I	Tactician	(0/1)

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2022 5:03:51 GMT -5 by Marimba

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Metabo
Potent Warrior

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PL: 50,000
XP: 11,336
Hatchling (x3) Fledgling (x6)

Tag: @metabo
Posts: 121

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 12:44:54 GMT -5

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Post by Metabo on Nov 22, 2022 12:44:54 GMT -5

Thread pl: 40,000 | Items: N/A

Despite pretty much having all of the time in the world to get her pod fixed up and ready to finally head on over to the big ol' clan base up in orbit, Metabo has yet to figure out how it'll get done. Her lack of aposable thumbs makes it quite difficult to do anything on her own, and there are few locals out there willing to lend her a hand, with others lending hands in different manners. A talking bird seems to be the kind of thing to get many saiyans to be on edge around Metabo, and they might get the wrong idea that she might be an experiment of the tuffles.

One blast from the raven does the trick, of course, but she was still getting nowhere anytime soon. Metabo was about to just call in quits for today and see if there was anybody who could pass the time and make things entertaining for her when her pod suddenly starts crackling with a voice. She doesn't quite recognize the voice, but it called out her name and ordered her to go to some place named Hatchi City and that they're squaring up for a fight. Could that be Fukushu's voice that she's hearing?

"Well at least something's coming out of today," Metabo mutters to herself as she pecks a keypad inside of the pod, bringing up a map of the planet. Locating Hatchi City was rather simple, and in short notice the raven takes off from the pod, looking to see what sort of challenge awaits for her when she arrives at the soon to be rattled city of the tuffles.

Within minutes she arrived at the scene, and it already looks like she's late to the action. Blasts of ki are being fired left and right, and buildings are already getting completely demolished. There are just so many powerful and capable fighters that it was starting to get a bit overwhelming for the raven. She was on edge, and yet she never felt more excited. The clan intended on going to war? That's perfect for drawing out the full strength of whoever would come to defend the land. First, however, she's going to need to figure out just what is going on, and figuring out whose supposed to be barking orders is the first priority. "Fukushu!?" She squaks as she flies in front of a teal man with orange hair. The guy looks a bit scrawny compared to the description of Fukushu that she was given, and she had no idea that this man in front of her is, in fact, not Fukushu but instead a completely different heran. "Yeah, sorry about not showing up at the station yet, but I'm here now. Now, who's with who here? I'm eager for a fight, but I'm not looking to accidentally blow up another clanmate."

Metabo has arrived at the scene and is confused
Pl: 40,000
Word Count: 499

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2022 12:45:33 GMT -5 by Metabo

Vocado
Indomitable Force

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PL: 111,000
XP: 605
Oozaru (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @shredvoc
Posts: 730 Male

Item Malus: 21,000

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 13:27:27 GMT -5

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Post by Vocado on Nov 22, 2022 13:27:27 GMT -5

Voices. Explosions. The echo of crumbling buildings and ruined lives. Vocado flicked a thumb over his nose, sitting up. The storage room he sat in was dim, and the lone bulb swung to and fro with each explosive wave outside.

”This is it, boys.” He looked to the others. Two dozen in all. Saiyans from his past; warriors who’d been in squadrons long-since disbanded, veterans from the war, and those who were far too eager to join the Shredder Corp. It certainly wasn’t as big of a force as he wanted, but even a single Saiyan would be enough.

”Consider this a black op. Nobody knows you. Hell— You’ve never even heard the name Hatchi before. Some of you will die, but that’s how this goes. You know what you signed up for. Who you signed up to stop.”

There was an eerie silence among the crew. Toma, the ancient-looking Saiyan who ran the Nameless Bar, nods. ”When’s Perilla showin’ up? She still owes me Zeni!”

Sighing, he pat the old coot on the back. ”With enough bad luck, you’ll see her soon.”

One of the others, a middle-aged warrior, spit out a bone from his meal. ”Win or lose, I’m just glad we got to bust some heads. Wish this Lottus bastard would’ve brought more reinforcements, though…”

”Trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself today…”

A dozen scouter messages streamed down his feed. Cato, Kabe, Nasu, and a handful of other operatives he’d placed across the battlefield.

”That’s our cue. Last chance to back out. Nobody will blame you if you tuck your tail and run home.”

The other Saiyans laughed in unison; a makeshift warcry.

Vocado stepped into the light of Hatchi.

In the chaos, a spark shot skyward. Whizzing through the air, it traveled up and up and up, before popping like a balloon and expanding.

A false moon. Thrumming with energy, it invited the Saiyans to drink in its blutz waves, and become the beasts they were born to be.

From the commerce district, a rumbling could be heard. Faint at first, but in the moments that followed, it grew louder. Impossible to ignore. Soon it was clear that the shaking was footsteps. Hundreds of footfalls in unison.

With a roar, two dozen Oozaru leaped from the shadows, baring down on the battlefield. They clashed with Fukushu’s operatives, as well as anyone else who wasn’t a Tuffle. Odd as it was to their minds, the orders were given and would be followed without issue.

Leading the charge was an Oozaru in stunning purple attire. Shoulderpads lined with the fur of animals that had gone extinct of their homeworld of Sadala, and dyed dark with the blood of fallen warriors.

Vocado.

”STARTING THE PARTY SO SOON?! I ALMOST MISSED THE INVITE! GWAHAHAHAAA!”

Floating above the battlefield, he surveyed the scene and quickly found a few things to be true.

Nasu had already engaged Lottus, there was a god spouting nonsense…

And Fukushu was unoccupied.

He snarled to himself, deciding in a snap decision to ignore the Heran for now, and glanced over at the shinjin in the sky.

”Godling. You hold no jurisdiction here. But by all means, feel free to join the fray. I’m sure someone will be ripe for battle!”

With that, he turned away, and shuddered as his power erupted. He’d gotten mountains stronger since he’d last used the Oozaru state. The strength he’d gained allowed him to focus and prevent the beastial mind from taking over.

Clicking his scouter as he tore through the air, he brought it close and spoke into it. Since it did not grow with him, he had this one chance to deliver a message.

To Cato, Kabe, Nasu, Amara and Cheri, he spoke this:

”Hatchi will NOT fall this day! Jörmungandr’s crew is with us, and the might of Oozaru alongside it!”

Maybe he was overselling how important kabe was, but it didn’t hurt to give the kid some credit.

”Hear this, proud warriors. Give them hell, and if they give it back, dive into the abyss and rip their hearts FREE from their skin! GWAHAHAHAA!”

He crushed the scouter in his massive palm, and landed in the city center. With a roar, he reared his leg back, and loosed a mighty kick that erupted with a shockwave. Fine Ki control shaped the wave into a crescent, and allowed it to travel with deadly accuracy toward Lottus!

Vocado arrived with two dozen Oozaru! These NPCs will attack anyone on the opposing side, and can be dealt with rather easily if you so choose. It’d be cool if you guys didn’t insta-kill them but that’s entirely up to y’all.

[UT] Powerball used! Any Saiyans with Oozaru may use it to transform into Oozaru!

Oozaru (x5) is in effect!

Used [ITEM] Scouter to contact Kabe, Amara, Nasu, Cato, and Cheri

Used [Medium] Shotgun Salvo to attack Lottus!
70% Power = 307,300 damage incoming!

KP: 2/6
MP: 2/6
HP: 0/250

PL: 439,000 (Base: 87,800)

Resources: Sparking, Burning Ki, Tactician, Avenger, Arm Blaster, Dyno Capsule, Sage’s Staff

Active Effects: N/A

Spent Resources: N/A

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Chaznut
Rising Soul

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PL: 30,000
XP: 3,093
Unrestrained Might (x3)

Tag: @chaznut
Posts: 64 Male

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 14:27:41 GMT -5

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Post by Chaznut on Nov 22, 2022 14:27:41 GMT -5

Chaznut has been laying low since he came to this planet with Nasu's help. He wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he felt deep in his gut that soon a storm was about to explode upon the region, and he learned to trust those instincts that carried him through his lonely existence on earth for many years.

As he lay low, using his wraith-like presence to evade detection, he saw what was happening around him, the evacuations taking place, and soon enough the war-torn atmosphere that engulfed this pitiful city in its shadow. He gritted his teeth, his sensing abilities assaulted on all sides by compelling presences, up and down, left and right, it was almost maddening and hard to keep track, and through it all, he faintly caught Nasu's voice speaking to him with what he learned was the Saiyan's telepathic abilities.

'So, it has finally come to this, eh Nasu?' He spoke back to the voice but knew that the Saiyan wouldn't be able to hear him, as he didn't have the same ability to speak with someone's mind. He took a deep breath, his titanic chest enlarging as he closed his eyes, finding his center, and released it in an explosive gust and with it, most of his worries and concerns.

Now wasn't the time to worry about the bigger hitters, not just yet. For now, he had a job to do, and as he turned his sight on the Arcosian gleefully murdering innocent people without care, he knew that he'd find satisfaction in striking down this wicked criminal. Using his Anti-Sense to his advantage, he left his hiding spot and advanced upon the Arcosian, weaving and dodging the meteor shower raining down upon the city as he did so.

Once he was close he snarled as he aimed a powerful punch at the back of this wicked soul's head, aiming to send them sprawling should it connect. "Cease this needless violence, you wretched creature!" He put some space between them after his surprise attack, not concerned if it worked or not, and took a battle stance, giving the Heran nearby a curious look but regarded him as an ally, given that they were trying to stop the Arcosian just as he was.

All he wanted was some adventure, perhaps a change of scenery, but instead, he got a war brewing between many different factions. He cursed whatever God was listening for his luck, and got ready for the trials ahead of him.

"I shan't let you spill any more innocent blood!"

PL: 20.000
Modifiers:
Transformation PL:

Summary: With Anti-Sense On, Chaznut jumps to try and surprise attack Axis with Light Attack || One Punch for 6.000 PL alongside Erbia

Light Attack || One Punch
A powerful punch imbued with Chaznut’s wild determination.
Power: 20%+10%=30%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: None

No Items - KP: 5/6 - MP: 2/6 - HP: 0/250
Traits: Anti-Sense (On) || Restrained Might (on)

WC: 427
TWC: 427

Chaznut's Plotter

Mel “Tarine” Tomago
Potent Warrior

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PL: 20,000
XP: 9,078
Escalation (x3)

Tag: @tarine
Posts: 193 Female

Item Malus: 6,000

Minion PL: 10,000
Minion Forms: Battle Hardened (x4)

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 22:02:03 GMT -5

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Post by Mel “Tarine” Tomago on Nov 22, 2022 22:02:03 GMT -5

Tarine assumed he'd be feeling some sense of fulfilment when he finally made it into Hatchi… but for whatever reason that wasn’t to be the case. He hadn’t been there for long, or even on Plant for that long as a matter of fact- but it was strange…

But why was that? This was what he wanted- he was supposed to be here for the Tuffles and as he was finally aware he couldn’t do that from Earth now could he? The sights might have been so far removed from home that he couldn’t find a familiar point of reference other than there were indeed buildings and the air was still heavy on his lungs but that didn’t mean he didn’t belong!

The streets were empty- obviously that was the real problem.

It was something he’d noticed shortly after he set foot in Hatchi, there really weren't that many people around besides the occasional armed guard or uneasy looking civilian… this alone was feeding into his own sense of anxiety, he’d heard rumours something was happening soon but he didn’t want to trust in something like that… even the idea filled him with-

Then the world was ripped from underneath him- stuck in his own nervous thoughts he hadn’t had time to react before a pressure wave surged forth from the street beside him and sent him slamming into a building- it took more damage than him thankfully, the concrete like material cracked and he slumped to the ground in shock.

But the impact wasn’t what stunned him, though his ears were ringing, what truly sent him into an almost catatonic state was that power- the sudden emergence of something so ungodly strong- so truly monstrous it permeated his entire body and shook his core in a way he hadn’t known existed- the pressure alone felt like it could crush him in its entirety.

He’d start by crawling; he wasn’t even aware the entire block was barely left standing- he just wanted away from that.

A few or so buildings passed and he could at least summon the will to stand- his breaths were coming out just as unsteady as he was to his feet and his heart was threatening to break free from his chest but it was a start to seeing exactly what the hell happened.

So with wild glances he took everything in- buildings had their windows smashed, cracks ran through the earth and bodies laid mangled by th- bodies? His eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the horrifying scene in front of him- he didn’t want to, a person, head crushed by falling rubble, fluids leaking out onto the ground- he knew they were dead, he couldn’t sense anyone beyond that pulsing, overwhelming, collection of ki from the powers around him but he didn’t need to feel anything to know they were gone. But he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t… because that was a Tuffle.

At one point in time Tarine could have been called normal, because back then he was, he was simply a human, and if he still was, if he was just Mel, he would have been rightly terrified… and to be fair he still was but after having come into contact with probably one of the worst aspects of Tuffle science, being twisted into something that he very much didn’t agree to at the time… that sight meant something else- it hurt. A prickle in the base of his skull quickly shooting through his nerves and suddenly his head was throbbing. He could feel his hands begin to shake and eyes tearing up, but he wasn’t about to hide it because why would he? They were dead, he had failed, his one purpose in life was to stop them from dying out and at the first chance he got they were already dead.

The roars of several Oozaru reverberated throughout the city, for better or for worse, this is what broke Tarine out of his “mourning”- head jerking up in surprise, tears still very much wet on his face- which is when he saw them. The Saiyans, the Great Apes, bellowing, throwing buildings- this was their fault.

Regardless of the truth, he could feel it now, their signatures were all over the city, the one behind him too, that monster felt like a Saiyan too… he should have known this would happen, decades of war wasn’t enough and they came to finish the job- murdering his people- HIS PEOPLE. He wouldn’t let that happen- he wouldn’t! Every one of them needed to die- disappear? He didn’t care, they needed to get out of his head so he could keep doing what he was supposed to do.

His rage was now bubbling uncontrollably, he could feel something was about to break and he wanted it to- his anger was barely held back by violent tremors as a bright orange aura began to lift off of him.

Then he heard screams, proper terrified screams, his head snapped round to the source, face now almost blank with fury. That noise meant one thing in his mind- more Tuffles were dying- and he was going to kill whoever was responsible.

So he took off, slow at first, but as he charged forward more and more energy was released from its confines, shooting far above his previous maximum- still a gnat compared to half the people now swarming the city but he wasn’t in a particular state to care. And then he saw it- a blood-stained lizard thing surrounded by bodies, other more alive individuals too but he was laser-focused on that one monstrosity- the likely culprit. It might have been fast but that wouldn’t stop him, one powerful kick off the ground he was racing towards them, a maelstrom of ki forming in his fist as he planned to drive it straight into their back…

Thread Info
Tarine - 30,000 (10,000) || Antisense Off || Escalation (x3) Active!

Combat Info
KP: 2/6 (-4) || MP: 2/6 (+2)
Damage: 0/250%
Tarine targets Axis with You- you! (50%, 4KP, Bleed) for a potential of 15,000 PL! If this does more than 20% damage to his total health, he will be inflicted with Bleed for two turns!

Items: Blood Ruby, Arm Blaster, Dyno Capsule

WC: 1,007
Total: 1,007

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2022 22:07:03 GMT -5 by Mel “Tarine” Tomago

Jagaimo
Dreadspawn

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PL: 113,000
XP: 36,894
Oozaru (x5)

Tag: @jagaimo
Posts: 519

Sins of the Unfinished War - [Conquest] Nov 22, 2022 22:08:15 GMT -5

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Post by Jagaimo on Nov 22, 2022 22:08:15 GMT -5

The young Saiyan sat in the shade of a pink leafed tree in one of the many parks the Tuffles liked to maintain within their city, her eyes closed, deep dark rings beneath them, her skin pale, the pallor unhealthy for someone who had previously spent so much time outdoors weathering the elements. For three whole days she’d been sat in the same spot now, focusing on her breathing, how the world felt around her, falling into her memories when she found the perfect combination of breathing and stillness of being, reliving them in vivid detail over and over, seeking some kind of answer from them without knowing the right questions. She had pushed hunger down as it gnawed at her stomach like an angry Saiba-Hound, sustained by will despite how her guts twisted, empty and aching. The dark mane of hair she normally took so much pride in hung lifeless over her shoulders, the clothes on her body the same she had left the hospital with over a week ago, torn in places, her appearance resembling not much more than a beggar really now. It was quite likely she needed a shower after sitting for so long but it didn’t matter to the young woman, all that mattered was not falling into another haunted dream, anything to stave off going back to that place one more time.

Something had happened and it was hard to put the pieces all into place…she’d been injured, she’d been healed…but something had happened since…She could see it flitting at the edge of her vision when she was awake and it invaded her dreams when she’d slept…at times she’d woken screaming and covered in sweat but couldn’t understand why. She barely ever remembered what happened but it scared her enough that she’d taken to avoiding sleep, forcing herself to keep going until her body was too tired to continue and practically dropping where she stood…only to wake with a start before she could fall deep enough to gain any real benefit…

She hadn’t slept in for at least three days…

The explosion shook the entire foundation of the city, vibrating through the bedrock like a signal drum, the sudden avalanche of power washing over everything, standing out like a star in an empty sky. Whatever it was had announced its presence in a spectacular fashion, snuffing out so many other pinpricks of light with its flaring strength. So many so quickly…like a bomb had gone off and devastated several city blocks…so much life lost so fast…

Jagaimo screamed again, her hold on the calm lost…her senses so open to the city, listening to its heartbeat and feeling that every snuffed flame felt like a needle in her chest. Her body sagged forwards where she was sat, head falling, a gasp of breath and pain escaping her quivering lips. Slowly she raised her head and looked out at the skyline of the city, concentrating on the direction she had sensed the explosion, the initial blast replaced by a power that she had felt only a handful of others ever achieve. The city was under attack.

She wasn’t the only one that felt it, she was sure. All across Hatachi she could feel other powers blossoming, rising to meet the initial power she felt, many falling short but all blazing brightly when compared to the hundreds that barely registered against the wash of Ki that flooded the city streets. There were smaller powers converging on the source of the first disturbance…still powerful but not like the first…while elsewhere she could feel others moving about…more candles being put out in her senses, whatever lives they had yet to lead, ended in mere moments. So much violence committed to so many she could practically taste it in the air.

Even as she rose to her feet she could see streaks in the sky overhead, attack pods streaming down towards the city, while in another part of the sky a massive cruiser appeared, on par with the warships she had seen in her time on Arcose, but the message from this one was clear. She didn’t know the name but it stood with Hatchi. A power had erupted below it and a powerful voice claiming the city against all comers rang out…from whom she couldn’t tell…with so many so close it was hard to tell where some powers began and some ended…

There…she felt it almost before she saw it, the glittering orb that shot into the sky, rocketing above the tallest building…not an attack but a signal…a signal to all Saiyan’s that they were being called on…who had launched it didn’t matter, what did was they were willing to unleash that destruction on the city they had already conquered once before…

On her feet, eyes closed to the glowing light, open palms at her side she could feel it calling, hear the bellows of her brothers and sisters as they thundered through the city towards whatever destiny awaited them. One was not with the others however, she could hear his voice ringing out, calling out challenges and promises while directing its kin and even though she had only met him once, she had been close enough then to listen to his voice…and even altered as it was she could hear the same man that had tried to break her for trespassing in the palace not so long again…So at least she knew Vocado was here and fighting to save the city…where had he been when they’d fought for the throne, to lend his voice to the birth of a new Saiyan kingdom? He led the Oozaru, of that there was no doubt…what they would do against the forces laid out before them who knew…

The single word had caught her off guard. If she hadn’t been so far removed from the centre of events she might never have caught it as it sounded through the sky above Hatchi…it seemed off, detached and cold…but she couldn’t place it anywhere…she could barely make out the figure it belonged to floating above the city, the massive power emanating from it the only thing that allowed her to pinpoint its exact location. Whoever it was made even the first power she’d felt pale somewhat…it was incredible…and then an entire city appeared from nowhere, floating above the figure, high above the Tuffles capital. Whatever it was a copy of it certainly looked real enough to the young warriors eyes, it even cast a long shadow over the city that was being ravaged below it. And then something cracked like thunder and one of the buildings exploded like some giant hand had crushed it like a child's plaything…huge chunks of masonry suddenly descending all across the city, death guaranteed for any that fell under their shadows.

Whatever was going on was big and players had descended on the city from all corners, powers beyond most peoples imagining. Jagaimo didn’t need to imagine, she had felt power like this on so many occasions, power that rooted a person to the spot in fear or made them run as swiftly as they could in the opposite direction. The young lady laughed unexpectedly…louder than she had in days now, eyes opening to the light of the false moon…fighting against it and pushing down the beast that bellowed in anger at being restrained for so long. She was stronger than the last time and the creature had less power over her now than it had before but she knew if she let go it would relish the chance at freedom…she couldn’t let it on this day.

Bones ached when she moved, the force of her take off showering the area where she’d been sat in dirt, the tree that had shaded her for the last few days rocking but still standing with her departure, its roots running deep. She knew she was masked, it had become like a second nature to the young warrior now, her desire to hide from her own nightmares manifesting even when she was awake now. She felt her own power bloom inside her, for once responding when called, flooding her body with strength, the lead weight of fatigue in her limbs lifting as her body reacted to the sudden rush of power. Power flared around her, bathing the buildings in a purple light as she passed them and took to the sky, jaw clenched, eyes fixed.

She didn’t know enough about what was going on to make any kind of decision on the players involved but there was something so obvious she could help with, she couldn’t just stand by. Power be damned. More people were going to die if she did nothing. Her speed increased and she streaked through the sky, a defiant shout on her lips as her path took her right into the largest of the falling debris, obliterating the stone into dust, the impact slowing her upwards path a little before she rushed to catch another piece of the shattered structure. She didn’t know where the fight had come from, or what it was about…she couldn’t see the true enemy but right now it didn’t matter.

Jagaimo could be a shield…

Jagaimo resists the effects of Vocado's False Moon (UT) and rushes to defend against the falling meteors...

Thread PL: 45,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
Dmg: 0/270%

Traits: Antisense (Active), ~~Saiyan Pride,~~ Burning Ki, Restrained Might, Noble Blood.
Items: N/A

WC:1,580
TWC: 1,580
Posts: 1

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2022 22:14:19 GMT -5 by Jagaimo

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