The Green Day Burns Red [CARNAGE]

Looming overhead, high above the skies of Namek, was the overwhelming fleet of the Dreadspawn; a collection of destroyers, frigates, and battle cruisers that began to steadily spread, forming a blockade over the area of the Mazoku lands, thank in full to intel provided by Ticoga's forces. While Ticoga rallied the spirit of his men onboard his own vessel, Zuqetta would begin a transmission across the ships of her fleet...

Monitors aboard each ship would begin to display Zuqetta, sitting in her Captains chair on the Freezing Horizon. Eyes closed, she would draw a long breath before bringing her attention to the camera. "This is your Admiral, Zuqetta Dreadwyrm, aboard the Freezing Horizon speaking." she would begin, clarifying herself to those within areas of the many ships who could hear only audio, "We have arrived at our destination, our Imperial allies are ahead of us. Today, our mission is a simple one, and will be following the conditions set by the Emperor himself, with some additions of my own."

She would pause, briefly, her hands clenching upon the end of her arm rests.

"First, the Emperor's target is a man named Maxsuz, a man I've come to learn has harmed not only our subject for extraction, but Saiyans across Plant! He has traveled far across the stars, and has committed foul deeds aplenty." she'd explain, her brow furrowing, "But me? I couldn't care less who else the man has harmed... he targeted my cousin, he attacked MY best friend... he's gone to MY world and harmed MY people!" she'd shout, calming herself immediately after, "If I could have his head, I would, but he is to be left for Ticoga."

She hardly knew Maxzus, with reports read en route being the best she could go off of; she learned enough thanks to Ticoga, but wouldn't argue with the Emperor on who would have which target.

"Next is Gira, a young Saiyan girl capable of the Super Saiyan form." Zuqetta would remark, "This is an order NOT to engage, I will not have resources lost to an indecisive obstacle. Should she engage you, offer a ceasefire and retreat, she seems the type to listen to reason well enough." she'd order reluctantly, "If she DOES seek engagement however, I am to be contacted immediately. I'll deal with the Super Saiyan myself." she'd say firmly, "And no one go taking any lucky shots! The Empire wants her incapacitated, that means ALIVE people!"

A small chuckle would begin to form among the crew, they knew Zuqetta hoped to lighten the mood with them in this otherwise serious situation. Though she'd come to have something of an understanding with Gira, if the girl would prove to stand against them, then Zuqetta knew she'd have no choice but to engage. She could only hope it wouldn't come to that, and the girl would see reason enough to allow Zuqetta to reclaim her cousin.

"Now then, as for engaging Mazoku forces-" she'd begin again, "Stay in groups, keep at least two scouts ahead and a rear vanguard. Move in units of five to seven, and do not engage groups larger than yourself. You all know the typical strategies so I'll stop rambling, but let me make clear that if any Mazoku surrender or seem to be fleeing, do not engage. Stay in formation, and keep tabs on the areas in questions. No killing those who surrender, and should you incapacitate those who engage, no finishing blows." she'd order, giving a heavy sigh, "I know it won't always be capable to avoid, put your own lives over the lives of the enemy, but remember that we aren't here to battle."

Zuqetta would then rise from her seat, taking a deep breath before sending a piercing gaze towards the camera.

"We are here for one thing I've made adamantly clear to the Emperor, the rescue of Lottus!" she'd shout, "Dreadspawn! We've rallied today, not for war, but for rescue! Let nothing stand in your way, but remember OUR mission here!" she'd announce with a grin, prompting a cheer from those upon her ship, "We're not heroes, we're not villains, we're Dreadspawn, and our goals are our own! The Mazoku leader? The Saiyan Gira? That cur Max-whatever? WHO CARES!!! We're here for Lottus, and we'll take down ANY who stand in our way!!"

The ship would erupt in further cheers, the crews onboard the accompanying ships doing much the same. It was a nice feeling, something that reminded her of the simpler time she spent acting as a mercenary for hire traveling the galaxy. It was certainly more liberating than being a Queen, locked to Plant, but the fact that she was here now meant she could very much do both.

Her orders were clear, and she'd nearly finished her broadcast, when a shiver rushed down her spine. She'd already turned around, intending for what she'd said before to be her final words, but steadily her gaze would turn back towards the camera, an icy cold glare that would pierce the heart matched along with a most deceptively terrible smile.

"Oh and... should any unit come across Yangcong-" she'd would say calmly, her hair rising slightly before her form surged with the golden hue of her Super Saiyan energy, "-please, do tell me... he's mine." and with that, her message to her fleet would end with a killer smile.

The fleets would begin to launch fighter ships that spread across the planet; the primary order being to blockade what they could to prevent Mazoku escape. Intel of Mazoku ships however was sketchy at best, so the standing order was to act primarily as an intimidation factor. Zuqetta would leave the more tactical stuff to Ticoga, and the actual guy who would know the Mazoku best, Nero if he showed. The last thing Zuqetta wanted was to have an innocent shot down, but with the blockade in place they could at least delay escapees so they could be verified by other forces.

Zuqetta made her way down to the weapons bay; the ship was still well above the atmosphere, so a simple flight out the hanger wasn't exactly feasible. Instead, a pod waited by a missile silo, an interestingly shaped pod like that of a massive bullet. No words were spoken between she and the crew as she leapt into the pod, having it sealed with her within immediately. Controls would be set, and the pod would be loaded.

While transport ships with fighters primed to fight against the Mazoku drifted from the ships steadily to the planet below, from the Freezing Horizon would be shot what would first appear to be a missile at extreme speeds. The missile, in fact being the pod; extremely durable and resistant as it broke through the atmosphere with ease. It sped faster than any of the transports she had which made their way down; it seemed like it would plunge violently into the Namekian dirt below, but suddenly-




And explosion of golden energy, bursting forth brilliantly from the pod, destroying it with ease.
Within the golden light that steadily begun to wane, Zuqetta as she sped down with her own power, finding a place in the skies above the lands. Her gaze would acknowledge any other around who'd show, but her senses were transfixed in locating her cousin. Her heart raced, this would be her first major battle since the war of Hatchi all those years ago. The risks were high, but she couldn't forsake Lottus yet again, not with what she knew, not with all she'd learned.

She'd reach into the breastplate she wore, pulling out a small satchel that was strung around her neck. It was a simple little thing, something gifted to her from Ayu before her departure; remembering the little girl attempting to hold back her tears was a bit heart wrenching. Zuqetta stared intently at the little pink satchel, the blue ribbon reminding her of Calot and the greens reminding her of Ayu. The little girl mentioned something about it being filled with flowers that would protect her, a silly thing, but it brought a smile to Zuq's face. She'd place the protective charm back into her breastplate before then materializing a scouter to her face.

"Ticoga!" she'd speak, using the frequency provided by the emperor, "This is Zuqetta, I've arrive in the skies. My fleet has set up a blockade and is connected to your tactical team for movements. I have troops arriving on transports to bring the fight to resisting Mazoku." she'd explain, "Don't worry, I made your instructions for engagement clear to them. As I said before, I'm here to save Lottus, but I'm here as an ally. If you find yourself overwhelmed, I and my forces are ready to assist!"

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Ginko's arrival with his Emperor on the Relentless to the planet of Namek was awe inspiring. He had been to a few minor worlds here or there, as well as Arcose proper in it's immense Imperial glory, but the world named Namek by the local population was not in his prior visit lists. The double set of eyes scanned the surface from an access window to the side of the forward bay while the ship descended. His scouter heard the commands of both the Emperor Ticoga and his Captain Verst, the alien's hearts pumping faster with the drive of adrenaline coursing through his thick veins. Now was time for war.

The Moginaian's physical body morphed violently as the bay doors opened to release from it's jaws the imperial might of the Arcosian military. His soft yellow body turning a blue-green color as his body grew to many feet higher, his ten foot tall frame imposingly gripping the air with ferocity. The call came from below, his own troops the last ones to leave the ship for the surface below. It made sense, none of them knew how to fly except him, and he was not about to abandon his own people their honor of a glorious death in battle.

"MEN! YOU HEARD EMPEROR WELL. TIME FOR GREAT BATTLE." The voice of the energetic, enraged Moginaian warlord would say proudly to his cadre of trained, extremely violent Moginaian shocktroopers. His growth inspired many in his own people's ranks and while none of them had Ki potential right now, their built figures and frames were evidence enough of their devotion to their newest cause. "Emperor demand blood. Namek evil monsters bleed good, so we drain them! GO TO FIGHT!" With the call to arms, the swathe of large bulbous aliens all single file hell jumped from the bay doors down to the surface below leaving craters in impact. Finally, behind his own men Ginko would throw himself chest-first from the spaceship and land roughly into the Namekian surface. Placing his hand against the surface of Namek's surface and feeling the energy of the planet, he would beckon the world to please offer them great victory and tell them the status of these Mazoku invaders, and he would kiss the grass to show his appreciation for the world and his honor to get to fight on its beautiful surface. His massive horned appearance stood upright, bearing natural carapace armor emboldened with the symbol of the Armored Squadron on his chest above his first right heart. "Hu Hou Hau Huo Ho Ha! (Death to all non-Empire scum!)"

With one of his four hands held high in a tight grip to keep the Moginaians in ranks with the rest of the Arcosian army, Chieftain Ginko's excitement would show from the dribble of molten lava from his draconic maw into the fine grasses below. His voice once more speaking the native language of his people loudly, trying to hype up the forces for the incoming battle. "HO HA HUAHOHA HAHU! (FIRST TO KILL EATS FIRST)" The cheers from the Moginaians among the Empire would cry out in honorable war cries and 'whooping' sounds traditional to their people, their shrill voices like nails on a chalk board. The anticipation for what might come next was on everyone's mind, and at the moment Verst or Ticoga would demand blood, Ginko and his men planned to provide everyone's in an ornate bowl. Not a drop wasted. With his newest access to his new form, though as rough as it was, if he needed he was more than willing to activate everything necessary to win this fight for his Emperor.

320

2,304,000 Pl (Using Heavy Weights at the moment to set it to 5,000 pl)

UT - Appearance Change/Voice Changer/ Ki signature Change On


Items Listed - Arm Blaster | Senzu Beet | Dyno Capsule

6/6 Kp

1/6 Mp

0/250%

ALSO ATTEMPTING TO SPLIT WITH ZUQ




It had been a long time since the both of them had come across paths with one another face to face. Captain Celery was with another soldier scouting for Yangcong's whereabouts for Queen Zuqetta. As they arrived at the top of the hill and landed, the both of them had spotted the cave and Celery looking at the scout. Celery had placed a beacon device of Yangcong's location within the cave days prior. He also handed the scout the tablet which gave the location of Yangcong.

"Tell the Queen that he is in that cave. I will stay here and keep you guys updated."


"Right!"

As the guard left, Celery going inside of the cave and entering it. Within the cave itself was a scenery set in place. A throne chair just at the end of it with lit candles on every end of this 30ft by 30ft cave. Many lights were also installed within the cave for better lighting as well. All of this was his grand master plan in order to fight his former apprentice one on one. Captain Celery walking over to the cave and sat on the throne chair waiting for Zuqetta to show up.

Meanwhile the soldier scout that Celery had sent over to Queen Zuqetta had arrived beside her and handed her the tablet that Celery had given him.

"Queen Zuqetta. Here is the location of Yangcong. Captain Celery had found it and now is waiting for you to arrive."


Celery sat on the throne chair with his hands folded together and his arms resting on the throne chair. Beside Celery would be a table and on that table would be a birthday cake with the numbers '18' on it. He removed his face disguise and reverted back to his original form. Black flowing long hair, his right eye being red and his left eye being his default blue. He sat there just waiting.

It was a dreadful sight. The encroaching armada had become fully visible and the people of Namek started panicking. No matter the goals of the Arcosian Empire, such a powerful display of military might would not and could not be interpreted as anything other than threatening. The Mazoku had committed heinous crimes, truly, but now the entire population of Namek was feeling the reverberations, as well as the creeping feeling of fear settling deep within their soul.

As he had promised his people, Tambo rushed to the scene. Weak, powerless, but still bound by a sense of duty that far eclipsed him and his own safety. It was the sense of urgency and of working towards something far beyond him that motivated the grey Namekian to go against the current.

He joined the battlefield, alone. No one he knew was in sight and he felt like a stranger within his own home. Soldiers by the hundreds poured down the vessels, occupying the Mazoku territory. While most Namekians had already been evacuated, some fighters loyal to King Marimba had stayed to meet the invading force.

“Fellow brothers!” Tambo pleaded. “Cease this foolishness, I beg of you. It’s not too late to back down from this. The crimes committed by this Otama and Sen are not yours! No wise king would send their people to the slaughter!”

Tambo would realize his words fell on deaf ears. Perhaps Nero would reach them, but time was running short. He would unsheathe his weapon from his back and point it towards the army.

“I am Tambo, a Namekian defender. Let it be known that me and my people do not condone the actions perpetrated by that fringe group of the Mazoku. I am here to witness what will unfold on this day and to make sure that no harm comes to the planet or its good people.”

No amount of military might would deter him from protecting what he held most dear.

    "... WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!"

    The day originally started out just like any other day on the peaceful planet of Namek, with Dion getting to finish up a good breakfast with Amara before eventually heading out over to the Diono's establishment to finally get some new hours under his belt. Considering all that had happened to him in the last couple of days- what with having to heal Salvo and deal with the moral complications that came of such a task alongside dealing with the all too real physical realities in light of his one-sided scuffle with the head of the Bonewood house- the bartender was more than happy to finally have an opportunity to take things at a slower pace. After all, surely nothing else was due to happen at least for a little while longer, right?

    That was where the young man went horribly wrong. As soon as he opened the doors to his beloved bar, the sounds of mechanical whirring and stirring began to fill the air. Confused, considering Amara's inventions didn't really have the habit of lighting up the entire ozone layer with the noise that they were capable of making, Dion looked up towards the sky in wonder. Half expecting to see Kronos or Yogu doing something young and stupid to act as an explanation for all the commotion.

    Instead, what he was met with appeared to be what one would call an all-out invasion. Jaw hanging agape at the sheer amount of force that now hovered in the green skies above, Dion knew that there was no way he could allow such a potential threat to his brand-new home world go without proper admonishment. 

    So, taking matters into his own hands, the frazzled fighter took to the skies as well- following the line of the now fully assembled armada until he finally came face to face with a whole lot of energies he could not fully discern. The various strengths and power signatures that now bombarded his senses was nearly all too much for the young man to handle, and as he laid just above the area from whence all this chaos was taking place, Dion struggled to find a means to steady himself.
    
    That was, until an unmistakably familiar energy began to pip itself up on his inner radar. Eyes widening, the brotherly bartender realized that it was the energy of the recently crowned queen, Zuqetta- and it was at that moment that Dion's gut began to wrench even further than it had before. If Zuqetta was here, that meant this entire fighting fleet was likely following her lead as well. Why? What was the point of brining so much attention to such a quiet piece of paradise such as this?

    No, he knew Zuqetta, she wouldn't be doing something like this if it wasn't for good reason. For what reason? That was left to be decided.

    Either way, Dion couldn't just allow such uncontrolled conduct to continue to be left unattended to. He wasn't exactly sure where the others were, but he was already abhorring the idea of forcing either Zhalla or Nero to come out and support him considering all that they had on their plate already.

    The images of their firstborn son flashed through his mind. A son that he promised to protect with all he had.

    Shaking, his messy black bangs hanging all over his face, Dion knew that this was a situation he was liking going into alone. There was no back up coming, no fellow fighter of Namek to provide support- no, he was the support! Namek would not be facing down any sort of cataclysm on his watch.

    And so, taking a deep breath, Dion immediately soared through the burning green sky with a determined look upon his brow. Chasing after the energy of his Saiyan soul sister with a convicted glint within his subtly golden gaze.

    "I've let the people I love down once before."

    "I won't let it happen again."

PL: 102,115 - WC: 667 - TWC: 667 - Dion joins the fray as a mostly neutral party, only here to ensure the safety of his kindred spirit Zuqetta as well as the safety of the planet itself. He moves to join Zuqetta and Yangcong's split.