Generational Lessons

    Lottus' scouter had bleated with an alarm, almost at the same time that Lottus' own senses caught the sudden surge of energy. Grinning, he flies towards the source, and is surprised to find that it was one of the Mazoku stirring up the pot a bit. She'd so far killed two of the Low Class Saiyans - and seemed rather pleased with herself.

    No stranger to smacking around those weaker that didn't have proper self preservation instincts, Lottus didn't really care that she'd done it. Killing was just life on Plant in general. But her bellowing is what made him decide to stick around. She wanted a challenge - he could give her that; not that it would be a challenge for him. Deciding to play with dramatics, Lottus drops out of the air overhead, slamming his feet into the street with enough force to crack the street under his feet like panes of glass.

    "Having fun killing the weak ones?" Lottus remarks, highly amused. Unlike with Cabasa, whom had caught the crowd's interest, the Saiyans nearest to Lottus actively scramble to get away from him. A smaller portion of the crowd erupt in a raucous cheer - each calling for the same thing Cabasa had; blood. Lottus tilts his head side to side, audibly cracking his neck. "Took a page from my book I see. Well, if it's a challenge you want - here I am, Insect."

    Lottus doesn't bother powering up - not yet. He wanted to toy with this Mazoku. She stood no chance against him even with aid before; and now alone? Well, it would be amusing at the very least.

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It felt like a good day to die, Haka thought—Loading a Hypershot Slug into his trusty 'Peacemaker'. It was his prized possession. Arent too many rifles made from Katchin out there, he wondered, slamming the slug down the chamber's length. Was the only type o' weapon that could handle a Heran's raw strength. He didnt bring it out often... Haka usually used the 'Conquerer' for most jobs. Glancing over at the glitchy dispatch, though, he'd probably need it more than ever.

Haka sighed. He knew what that word meant; Anyone worth their salt knew. There was only one guy on Plant any hunter cared for. It was rare that Galactic Patrol ever asked anything of him. They knew he worked better this way... But they'd asked anyway. Big wheels were turnin' sure enough. The news had come to him through the back channels already. A ten million credit bounty. Damned Imperials must be scared shitless, He chuckled. And the patrol went and added another million to the pot.

Two million, in his case. They really wanted this Saiyan dealt with. Dead or Alive, they'd said. It was odd, given that the Patrol were kindly fellows. Well... If you consider life in a bubble cell kindly, anyhow. Haka gazed into a secondary display in his cramped little ship. Lottus, a planet busting bastard. Haka had his doubts about this one. He'd never tell nobody, of course... But he had his limits.

He'd caught countless maggots—Pursued a hundred Makyan bandits across the perils of Soriyan Space. But the fabled Saiyan Lottus? He gazed into the display. Met the man's gaze—Through the holopic. After a moment, tensed up—He relaxed. A killer's eyes if I've ever seen em', He thought, leaning back a little. All the more reason to deal with im'...

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Haka blended in well enough, and he'd found the man rather quickly. He'd gotten into trouble fairly often, and more likely than not... The other feller didnt walk away from that trouble. He felt a certain sense of anticipation as he prepared himself. He'd always enjoyed fighting, especially against the odds. He was a lot like these Saiyan folks really. Not that he liked it much, but t'was who he was. He left his hat with the rental he'd taken up occupance. Strapped a leather harness with twenty more uncharged Hypershot's danglin' from it. 'Conquerer' floated above his hip. He'd foregone his usual outfit and poncho, wearing only a basic chestpiece of Patrolmen Armor. And pants, also.

No need for the dramatics... This job would be Do or Die. He moved out the next he heard of Lottus causing trouble. He went quick, following his own rhythm now. Spotting the fight, and the surrounding crowd, Haka scaled the nearest building to him.

And he waited. Didnt recognise the Namekian feller. If he acted quick enough, he might even save the unlucky bastard. They exchanged some blows. Haka sucked in his breath. His vision narrowing, body relaxed. A shot rang out, a sizable ball of warped energy rocketing toward the back of the Saiyan in the blink of an eye. Haka didnt bother to see if the shot hit—He dashed for the edge of the building, deftly sliding another slug from his harness and racking it. Doing it almost on instinct.

Yes, something clearly wasn't right - if her memory served her right, Lottus was actually smaller than when she fought and defeated him alongside her Mazoku brethren. The answer as to why it was the case was delivered when the Saiyan's height experienced a sudden spurt alongside his energy level, causing Cabasa's charge to miss the mark. Pushing back against the titan's chest with her soles, she put some distance between herself and her foe with a backflip seeing her deploy her wingspan to remain aloft.

Lottus' comment pertaining to her appearance fell on deaf ears, but what he said about her being outmatched only galvanized the teal Mazoku further. "Ah, Lottus..." Cabasa's fanged smile grew wider, her bloodshot eyes glazed with a manic glint mirroring her masochistic proclivity.

"I have NEVER won a fight; a few months ago I was a fourth of the runt I currently am, yet the first thing I did when arriving on Namek was to throw myself at Gandigan again, again, and again." The battle-cast maiden landed with a forward glide, approaching the Saiyan with heavy steps buckling the ground until she was uncomfortably close to him. "Torn limbs, flayed skin, gouged eyes, and the sweet metallic tang of my own blood; the thousand names of hardship, of progress." She spoke with an unwavering voice, her countenance bearing a smug leer full of defiance that she directed at her hated foe.

All of that self-assured composure faded away after Lottus returned the bullet that tickled his nape from where it came from. Realizing what had just happened, Cabasa's face turned purple, her noseless visage now horribly wrinkled with vitriolic emotions. Her clenched fists shook under the yoke of a burgeoning anger directed at a much weaker opponent.

"WHO DARES!" Ignoring the promise of being made a stain, Cabasa simply bolted past Lottus with a soar, her vermilion eyes now basked with pools of pink light that she let loose at an irregular interval, peppering the vicinity with short bursts of ocular beams in an attempt to obliterate whatever cover the Heran sought refuge behind.

"REVEAL YOURSELF, WRETCH. I WILL PEEL YOUR FACE OFF AND FEED YOU YOUR OWN HEART!" What was the most insulting: Having an insolent cur ruin the perfect fight or Cabasa's own impetuousness by not honoring her Saiyan opponent with her unbridled ferocity?

That was for Lottus to decide.

    As Cabasa unleashes upon the sniper's probable location, Lottus smirks. Indignant because someone was trying to interrupt their fight? Well, that he could understand. But whoever it was, they could be ignored - for now, at least. He wasn't at all any more fond of being interrupted than the Namekian before him seems to be. But still; he can't exactly ignore the fact that she had so conveniently put her back to him, could he? Why, that was just rude of her to do! This isn't Namek, and she is alone this time around.

    Lottus cracks his neck, and the walks up behind Cabasa, and reaches for her left leg, seeking to seize her by the ankle in his vicious grip!

    "Hey now - let the small fry go; you challenged me after all!" Lottus laughs.

    With a mad cackle, Lottus would yank at Cabasa's leg, and attempt to swing the Namekian around over his head several times before bringing her crashing down face first into the pavement! Still maliciously laughing, Lottus then yanks her back into the air, turns, and would bring her smashing back first against the road pavement again, before spinning around on his back heel, and hurling Cabasa towards the nearby buildings!!

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Unfortunately, Lottus emerged once more—Unhurt, despite his efforts. But that was expected... Haka had read his file. He continued to wait for his chance... And really, he'd had a fair few chances. He felt a little bad for Cabasa... I mean—Sure. She did seem to be tryin' ta kill him earlier, but watchin' her flail around wasn't too nice neither. Haka had aimed for Lottus's wrist once, simply outa' pity. But he had the foreboding feelin' that, if he interfered again (without actually hurting the big feller)... Well, things would get hairy real quick.

Eventually, the assault on the blue namekian ended, and the Saiyan launched her into a nearby building. Crazy strength, he thought. Though, he was really more impressed by how Cabasa had managed to survive. Even with a buildin' collapsed all on top of her... She didnt seem to mind it none. Haka was a little lucky that these two were fighting then—His job would've been a lot harder without Cabasa drawin' all the fire.

It'd take a whole lot more power if he wanted to actually hurt Lottus. But unfortunately... Haka wasn't the best with energy control. Maybe he'd be able to manage, just for a second. He found that sometimes, when he got all emotional—He was able to tap into some of his innate strength. Thinking quickly, Haka began to cycle through all the things that made him mad. Disrespect... Bullies, People makin' fun of old guys... Losin'... That fuckin' asshole! Willy C!

He felt his anger heighten as he thought up all these unpleasantries, and worked immediately to "surge" some of that emotional strength into the chamber of his repeater rifle. With a glowing plasma chamber, Haka took aim just as Cabasa began to sling some hot fire downrange at the Saiyan. Haka launched a flurry of his own glowing slag, five rounds. All aimed at Lottus's head.