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Post by Lottus on Jun 24, 2024 21:25:22 GMT -5
The sky is dark over Hatchi City, the winds smooth and only softly blowing a warm breeze. The Tuffles had retreated into their homes for the night, but the ever present anti-oozaru cannons that Cheri had seen to having created blink ominously around the city's distant borders. The cannons no longer served their primary purpose, but still made excellent deterrents against particularly large packs of Saibamen and Saiba-Beasts. Lottus had been on the receiving end of Tuffle artillery during the war a few times, and it had sometimes managed to drive the Saiyan forces back from key battle lines.
But such weapons were useful only really during a war, and that war was over. The damage that the city had incurred during recent attacks was now long repaired; hardlight technology as well as other advancements made possible by key members of both the Tuffle and Saiyan engineering corps had made such structural repair work more efficient and expedient.
Peace, though not quite tranquility, thrummed through the city. Cargo ships bearing the Saiyan Royal sigil fly in and out of the city, flown by Saiyans and Tuffles alike, while hover vehicles pass below through the streets, shining their headlights as they go. The city nightlife here was much similar to other worlds, it would seem. Far, far above, beyond the clouds and in sight of the vast, inky black of the night sky, a crackle of red electricity.
Once. Twice. Small jolts. And then more, larger, more frequent; and then - the air bulges. The space seeming to stretch, gaining more edge and pointedness, until a crimson and black blade of glowing malicious energy pierces through the veil. It extends further, and finally stops after reaching almost two meters in length; slowly, the blade drags down, splitting the air like cloth. The blade retracts, and the rip gurgles with roiling and vile light; fingers push through the rip on both sides, and pry the two sides apart. The shadowy silhouette of a Saiyan emerges through the rip in reality, and presses the edges aside as it moves from Hell, to the Living World.
Lottus casts his gaze back at the rip, waiting as the aberration of nature slowly seals itself once more, no longer being forcibly held open. Nothing followed Lottus through, fortunately. He'd have had to obliterate anything that had managed to do so, but he wasn't in the mood to cause a scene. No, the Saiyan Warrior was exhausted. He'd traveled to Hell forcibly to seek out Vale, the Shinjin that claimed he could show Lottus a way to not just defy death, but to use the energy created by death.
What he had endured to gain such power, he would never say. Not out of fear of what had happened to him, but because he simply had no desire to share that information. It was his to know, alone. Lottus watches the rip repair itself, ending with a final SNAP of electrical defiance, and turns his gaze downwards to the city below. How easy it would be to drop a ball of deadly and destructive Ki onto the city. To bask in, and take in, the energies that emerge from death, to strengthen himself.
Now, though, was not the time for it. Not yet. How long had he been in Hell? Time doesn't pass in Otherworld. He could have been gone mere minutes, or entire weeks. He wouldn't know until he...
"...Until I go home..." Lottus mutters aloud. It felt strange, coming off of his tongue; to call a place home. But home wasn't a place, not to him. It was no house, no town, no city, no society at all. It was the entire reason he'd sought Vale, so that he may increase his power yet further - home was a person, soon to be two people. Home, was Jagaimo and their soon to be born daughter.
Perhaps she would be repelled by his actions, by how far he was going to gain more power. But it was justified in his eyes. Justified in how he felt; he'd failed his mother, he'd failed Rapini, he'd failed Salvo - he would not fail to protect Jagaimo. It didn't matter how many souls were ripped apart to fuel his new power source; it didn't matter how many worlds burned to ash - for if they must burn, they will burn.
Earth. Namek. Arcose. These were the worlds most threatening to the future of Jagaimo and their daughter. Individuals, even those currently dead, would soon make themselves threats to his family. They, too, would feel the searing agony of the power of death, ripped away from those that die or have died, and turned into his weapon.
As these dark thoughts play out, Lottus begins the long flight to the other side of Planet Plant, where home awaits...
But such weapons were useful only really during a war, and that war was over. The damage that the city had incurred during recent attacks was now long repaired; hardlight technology as well as other advancements made possible by key members of both the Tuffle and Saiyan engineering corps had made such structural repair work more efficient and expedient.
Peace, though not quite tranquility, thrummed through the city. Cargo ships bearing the Saiyan Royal sigil fly in and out of the city, flown by Saiyans and Tuffles alike, while hover vehicles pass below through the streets, shining their headlights as they go. The city nightlife here was much similar to other worlds, it would seem. Far, far above, beyond the clouds and in sight of the vast, inky black of the night sky, a crackle of red electricity.
Once. Twice. Small jolts. And then more, larger, more frequent; and then - the air bulges. The space seeming to stretch, gaining more edge and pointedness, until a crimson and black blade of glowing malicious energy pierces through the veil. It extends further, and finally stops after reaching almost two meters in length; slowly, the blade drags down, splitting the air like cloth. The blade retracts, and the rip gurgles with roiling and vile light; fingers push through the rip on both sides, and pry the two sides apart. The shadowy silhouette of a Saiyan emerges through the rip in reality, and presses the edges aside as it moves from Hell, to the Living World.
Lottus casts his gaze back at the rip, waiting as the aberration of nature slowly seals itself once more, no longer being forcibly held open. Nothing followed Lottus through, fortunately. He'd have had to obliterate anything that had managed to do so, but he wasn't in the mood to cause a scene. No, the Saiyan Warrior was exhausted. He'd traveled to Hell forcibly to seek out Vale, the Shinjin that claimed he could show Lottus a way to not just defy death, but to use the energy created by death.
What he had endured to gain such power, he would never say. Not out of fear of what had happened to him, but because he simply had no desire to share that information. It was his to know, alone. Lottus watches the rip repair itself, ending with a final SNAP of electrical defiance, and turns his gaze downwards to the city below. How easy it would be to drop a ball of deadly and destructive Ki onto the city. To bask in, and take in, the energies that emerge from death, to strengthen himself.
Now, though, was not the time for it. Not yet. How long had he been in Hell? Time doesn't pass in Otherworld. He could have been gone mere minutes, or entire weeks. He wouldn't know until he...
"...Until I go home..." Lottus mutters aloud. It felt strange, coming off of his tongue; to call a place home. But home wasn't a place, not to him. It was no house, no town, no city, no society at all. It was the entire reason he'd sought Vale, so that he may increase his power yet further - home was a person, soon to be two people. Home, was Jagaimo and their soon to be born daughter.
Perhaps she would be repelled by his actions, by how far he was going to gain more power. But it was justified in his eyes. Justified in how he felt; he'd failed his mother, he'd failed Rapini, he'd failed Salvo - he would not fail to protect Jagaimo. It didn't matter how many souls were ripped apart to fuel his new power source; it didn't matter how many worlds burned to ash - for if they must burn, they will burn.
Earth. Namek. Arcose. These were the worlds most threatening to the future of Jagaimo and their daughter. Individuals, even those currently dead, would soon make themselves threats to his family. They, too, would feel the searing agony of the power of death, ripped away from those that die or have died, and turned into his weapon.
As these dark thoughts play out, Lottus begins the long flight to the other side of Planet Plant, where home awaits...
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