Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Sept 3, 2018 0:35:07 GMT -6
What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger
Xanathrozza Guar - 10,000 PL
Chapron - 8,000 PL
It’d been a while since Xana last got her ass kicked by Vocado. In fact, it’d been so long that the memory of the fight was finally starting to slip away. There were videos of the fight, sure, but what was that if you couldn’t have the real flesh in blood in your eyes, ready to knock your lights out? That’s what brought Xana to the Saiyan base today, to maybe catch a lick of that same strength today. She stood in the war room, floating above scene without a sound. Her plan was to wait for Vocado’s entry and get the jump on him, maybe surprise him enough to get real damage in.
With the Saiyan was her sentient sword, Chapron, who was asleep in the sheath Xana provided. The machine radiated ki at a constant, giving the sword food to enjoy while she rested. It was the optimal idea for a stealth mission, as large amounts of food made the blade drowsy. Watching from the ceiling, the girl tapper her foot on nothing, waiting with a sigh every other minute.
I get you’re the king and all, Vocado, but didn’t you have a meeting today? You’re late…! The Saiyaness said, not realizing that it was her that was behind on the schedule, missing that the meeting was, in fact, two hours ago, leaving the king almost no reason to enter the war room. The false queen groaned and crossed her arms, popping open her scouter and letting the messages zoom by. There was something about Banzo going rogue and how Hercule was still under some mind control thing, but Xana wasn’t looking at those. Instead she was focused on where the King might have been instead, leaving her unaware of her surroundings as she typed away on the red device. OOC; sorry it sucks
Thread Power Level: 48,000 "Yes, that part I understand. What doesn't make sense to me is why you think I don't know the risks!"
The voice carried from behind the door, and before Xana knew it, those doors slid open. From the hall, Vocado appeared, his cape wrinkled and his hair frazzled more than usual. He turned his scouter off, and tossed it onto the table in the war room, taking a deep breath. This was the third time this morning that Goud tried to dissuade him from this mission. He wouldn't have it.
He blinked in surprise as he noticed Xana, fixing his hair with a single hand through his hair. Now it looked more like its usual self; which, of course, was still a mess.
"Ah!" he said, exasperated. "I see you're... Early. Or perhaps I'm late." He tried to check the time on his watch, but was distressed to realize he had never worn one. If he hadn't tossed his scouter, he'd check that, but he had a feeling there were about six voicemails waiting already.
"Let's keep this simple, then. I assume you know why I've called you? Only thing is... I think we're missing a few members for this meeting. I called Cress already, but the others should have been here even before you."
He checked his scouter. Apparently, in his frazzled state, he forgot to hit send. With a flush of red, he hit the button a few times, and away the messages went. Hopefully they'd be here soon.
The right to hold a retinue was one of the few and meagre perks of being a duke without a duchy, and so, twenty soldiers, none of them saiyans, were allowed to serve under Kalabas’ direct command, for him to do as he pleased.
Hard as it was for Kalabas to accept the lack of true sons of Vegeta within his ranks, his counteroffer of having a say in every step of the recruitment process was sweetened by a sleep-deprived administrator, who relinquished complete control of the operation, defeated by the Duke’s soul-crushingly stern gaze.
Twenty soldiers, all of them accomplished warriors from thrall species subservient to the great saiyan race, were at rest with their officer in a tourist retreat near North City after a long day of training, bonding over wine bottles kept cool in spite of the suffocating heat of the sauna. Seconds away from passing out, Kalabas felt something rustling in his hair and then fall on his lap, it was his comm device!
”You Got Mail!”
“Damn all of this to hell and back!”, cursed the saiyan, cheeks flustered by steam and liquor. His small mob of guards, with varying states of drunkenness, lagged behind their charge, so swift was his flight through the labyrinthine hallways. Surely, feared Kalabas, the matter at hand was a repartition of the lands of defunct, heirless lords! In other words, there were dubious claims to press and no time to lose!
Upon entering the War Room Kalabas’ face twisted in confusion. It was far emptier of distinguished people than what he would have liked, he saw only two kids, one clad with a cumbersome sort of cape and the other armed with a toy scabbard.
“Pardon me, but what are you runts…”
All in a span of a second, Kalabas’ heart sunk, his tongue dried, his eyes watered, and his knee bent. Knelt on the ground before his king, the Duke pledged his allegiance.
“I, Kalabas Strongbone, do sincerely swear upon blood and honor to bear true allegiance to His Majesty King Vocado, and defend him to the utmost of my power against all that is against his Person, Crown or Dignity; his Majesty, his Heirs and Successors. By blood and honor I disclaim, disavow, and solemnly abjure all that is good for Arcose. And I do solemnly swear, that never will I exercise any privilege to which I am or may become entitled, to disturb or weaken the royal rule. And I do solemnly, in the presence of our people, profess, testify, and declare that I do make this oath, and every part thereof, in the plain and ordinary sense of the word, free of evasion, equivocation, or mental reservation whatsoever. For Vegeta, I serve you, my King.”
He hadn't grown an inch, the bastard!
Last Edit: Sept 9, 2018 13:49:44 GMT -6 by Kalaboo: Coding
In the training room, Cress hovered around, punching and kicking at the air. The speed of his limbs moving toward their targets sounded like gunshots due to the incredible speeds being displayed. In the middle of his training, however, he was interrupted by a beep coming from his pocket.
Removing the source of the sound, his device, from his pocket, he read the notification he’d just received. A meeting was being held in the war room! Could it be? Would it be the day they’d retake Vegeta for the Saiyan Kingdom? Stopping his training, Cress descended back to the concrete floor and made his way to the bench.
Picking his armor up off the bench, he’d slip it down over him a second after. A grin showed itself as he exited the training room and made his way to the war room. Slapping the button on the wall gently, the door slid open, revealing Xana, Vocado, and Kalabas, who was giving a whole speech while kneeling.
He walked in, waiting for Kalabas to finish his speech before finishing. “Are we here for what I think we’re here for, ‘cause i'm ready to kick some ass.” he stated while cracking his knuckles, his grin still strong. If it was anything less than retaking Vegeta, he’d probably be disappointed.
Last Edit: Sept 11, 2018 17:17:10 GMT -6 by Cress: editing
Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Sept 16, 2018 15:53:43 GMT -6
What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger
Xanathrozza Guar - 10,000 PL
Chapron - 8,000 PL
As the War Room door opened, Xana’s hand stopped and she stopped breathing. Vocado walked through the door, with hair gone wild and a half asleep stare. The man seemed stressed, which was to be expected from the King. Xana prepared to pounce the king, rearing her legs back against the ceiling, biting her tongue softly as she concentrated. She wasn’t going to mess this up.
"Ah! I see you're... Early. Or perhaps I'm late."
Oh, it seemed that plan went up in flames fast. “Dammit, how did you see me?” Xana said silently, though she knew she wasn’t hidden very well already. Descending from the roof, the Saiyaness closed her scouted, landing on the table with her hands on her hips. Vocado tossed his scouter onto the table, and seconds after it hit, a call came through, as evident by the yellow text suddenly vibrating on the screen. “Sheesh, that’s rough.” Xana leaned down and picked up the orange scouter, pressing a button on the side to set the device into sleep mode so it wouldn’t go off constantly.
Xana hopped off the counter and skid the scouter back over to the king. “Wait, a meeting?” Xana said, eyes widening. “Oh, r-right, I forgot! Haha…” In reality, Xana didn’t know she was invited to this meeting, which is why she was caught off guard. As of her disappearance, the Saiyan Kingdom seemed to remove her rank, at least metaphorically. She was not a second in command anymore, but she was still head engineer. Perhaps this meeting was to clear that up. “Oh, yeah, I totally know why we’re here! But… just to clear things up, what was that thing we were going to do? I… may have… forgot that, too.”
Before she could get an answer, another Saiyan entered, face red with the effects of drink. His opening statement was to call the two royals runts, which made Xana smile awkwardly, her eyes uncertain of who this man was. Even to his absurd entrance, Chapron remained uninterested, more focused on the game in her hands than the man who was slinging around a bottle. “Sir, are you-” Before she could finish, the Duke fell to his knees and began reciting a royal code of some sort, stating that he pledge his allegiance to the mighty Vocado and all of his family. Xana, stunned from the sudden encounter, could only stand with grit teeth, eyeing Vocado, then the man on the floor.
In her moment of weakness, Cress entered as well, his eyes holding a blood curdling rage behind them. Cress, a saiyan Xana had seen only once or twice before, was a powerful Saiyan, one who kept up with Banzo even. The only difference is that he seemed to take his strength moderately, so perhaps he didn’t outrank Xana… yet. When he entered, he spoke of fighting, which made Xana go on full alert. “F-fighting?!” Xana turned to Vocado, her voice holding a tinge of excitement, but it held fear more prominently. “Is there fighting happening soon?!” Xana needed training, so her excitement was definitely up, but the last time she checked, fighting usually meant a potential war. Was Arcose or Vegeta at hand?
Vocado smiled at the two new arrivals. Knowing Kalabas was alive, and seeing Cress in such high spirits was wonderful for his own state of mind. This trip to Namek would go great if these three were excited already. Now, if only that other new recruit was here... Mochi seemed so eager to join before. Was he late? Or just got lost? Whatever the case, he'd be filled in later if need be.
"Right then. It's good to see you all in such fighting moods. Especially you, Kalabas. I was convinced you'd died on Vegeta months ago. Glad to see your expert skills in verbose equivocation remains as sharp as ever." He motioned for the Duke to stand, and moved over to the head of the table. "Let's get right to it, shall we?"
Sitting down with a sigh he couldn't help but let out at the comfortable cushioning, he pushed a button at his end of the table, causing a projection to appear from the center of the table. It was a dull blue simulation of a massive planet. It was covered in water, with islands dotting its landscape. On one end of the planet was a massive castle, with a city beneath it.
"As some of you may know, Planet Namek has been in the shadows for nearly as long as the Saiyan Kingdom itself has existed. Though we live alongside Namekians on our homeworld of Vegeta, many of them were born there rather than their own home. Meeting a Namek-born Namekian is a bit rarer these days than you'd expect... Until today."
He zoomed the projection out further. A myriad of debris floated in Namek's atmosphere. "This is a model of Namek and its surroundings just two weeks ago. As you can see, flight was deemed too dangerous thanks to the intense asteroid field. However, let me show you an image taken just this morning." He clicked the button again, and suddenly the debris was gone.
"We've already sent scout droids to confirm the validity of this image, and it is all too real. For some reason, Namek has opened itself again; intentionally or otherwise." With another click, the projection returned, focusing now on the Supercontinent that held the grand city from before.
"Whatever their reasons are, we cannot let this opportunity slip by. You three are tasked with the following: make contact with their leaders, gain their trust, and offer our protection and assistance. History tells us that Namek was a titan of power before the Solar Empire disbanded. We may be on the back foot now, but if we gain the strength of Namek? The Fleet won't stand a chance."
"However. There is another, perhaps more important objective, I want you three to accomplish."
The image changed again, this time to a set of seven orbs. Each one had strange markings on them: a small star on one, a pair of stars on another; each one had a rising amount of stars, until the final in the center, with seven stars.
"These are the Dragon Balls. The reason we came to Earth. Legends say that if you collect all seven, a mighty beast will appear and grant you any one wish. Unfortunately, our efforts have turned up nothing here. What we do know, however, is that Namek has their own set. It was part of why the Mazoku Empire lasted as long as it did." The image zoomed out, to show 7 blinking dots on a small circular machine. "However, finding them will be difficult. Xana, I want you to work with the locals, and build a tracking device. They used to be quite popular, so bootleg devices have infested the Earth toy market. Here's a baseline to work with."
Vocado tossed the technician a small device. It had a green screen, and a white casing, with a button on top. Should she push it, however, it would simply say all seven Dragon Balls were in this very room.
"I'm not sure if that'll help, but that's the best we could find after weeks of scouring the markets. Trust me when I say we procured much less enjoyable bootlegs before that one."
He shuddered at the memory, before turning off the projection.
"Now, if the lot of you have any questions, we can go through those. If not, then start preparing for your journey. I've already commissioned a ship that should give the lot of you enough comfort for the journey. It'll be done before you depart."
With his impromptu vow over, Kalabas was left breathless and at loss of words for the one he intended to declare to Xanathrozza, who outranked him greatly in the matters of state despite being even less of a stickler for protocol than Vocado.
Fortunately, the musclebound dum-dum that was Cress stopped the noble from calling the false queen a silvery beacon and a solace of forever inquiring brilliance by asking his betters if his guess, whatever it may be, was right. Kalabas wondered if his comrade was about to receive some few stretches of land, an assumption that led him to believe that true nobility was indeed in the shitter. He liked Cress, he was as great a soldier as he was a friend, but the mere thought of seeing the stoic brute sat upon a chair, rumbling orders like any other tinpot despot, was enough to make the Duke press his quivering lips together so as not to smile.
Then Cress immediately continued and said something about kicking posteriors, which earned quite a reaction from Xana.
From the pitched shrills that were Xana’s questions, the Duke understood that she was in equal measure excited and fearful. To some degree, Kalabas felt sympathetic, he believed that the scraps and remnants that made up the Kingdom's forces were too few in number, but not necessarily power, to mount any kind of planetary offensive, but even still, from what he had heard and lived so far, Kalabas expected Vocado to assign him to one of two fronts: Vegeta or Arcose.
If given the chance the duke would take the Roaring Twenties and himself to the once beating heart of the Saiyan Kingdom, sate its unquenchable thirst with enemy blood, and from it rebuild the foundations of a strong, eternal Emp- Kingdom, ruled by kings, descendents of peasants and worse… Suddenly Kalabas remembered why he and Vocado never talked much. Still, he was a wee touched when the pint-sized monarch expressed genuine delight in knowing that the last of the Strongbones still lived. What a swell guy.
When the princeling motioned the duke to rise, he obeyed, following his commander with long, powerful strides, sitting scant feet away from him, inching closer whenever something peaked his interest. His massive frame occupied much of his side of the table, but despite his efforts not to disturb the briefing, twice his fidgeting distorted the hologram.
Anxious to ask the hard-hitting questions, Kalabas stood up at the end of the presentation, restarted the projector, and flipped through holograms until he found the one with Namek free of cosmic clutter.
“In Namek it will be wise to expect nothing from the cabbage farmers, little from the odd warrior zealot, and hell itself from every Mazoku that crosses our path. I warn you, my honored King and esteemed comrades, that chief among these people might be monsters capable of great evil, perhaps even... Xylo.”
Sudden thunderclaps quaked the skies at the mere utterance of the eldritch namekian’s name, but in the war room echoed only a faint yet pervasive rumble.
“Odd… Well, as I was saying, Namek has just returned from centuries of isolation. To even assume that the slugmen will tolerate our continued presence there is dangerous, they might be already engaged in parley with the World Trade Fleet. So, I propose the following contingency plan, in case the natives reveal themselves a hindrance…”
With a finger stronger than most men, he pointed at the castle towering over the planet’s only city.
“... we blast all of them to kingdom come.”
With the press of a button, the hologram ceased to be. Kalabas returned to his seat, brow furrowed and fingers tapping as he devised his plan.
”Thermonuclear charges would poison their crops and water, perhaps even outright disintegrate the strongest of them, but put our already few men at risk, also… Fortunately, even the most inexpensive of radsuit bootlegs will do.”
Entire people, reduced to whittling numbers, weighed little in Kalabas’ heart as he jotted down some estimates on the label of his empty champagne bottle.
”We do have thermonuclear charges, I am certain?” He asked Xana, hoping that the dwarfish genius could somehow conjure literal megatons of the stuff.
Stating his desire to kick some ass earned quite the reaction from Xana. Judging by the tone of her voice, she sounded a bit fearful. Cress heart held no fear, courage standing in its way. A few seconds after that, Vocado would voice his opinion on there high fighting spirits, barring Xana. Then, he'd move over to the head of the table, stating that they were to get right to it. His anticipation to hear the mission high, he made his way to one of the seats and sat in it, awaiting the details to come.
As Vocado pressed a button only mere inches in front of him, a hologram sprung to life, revealing a hologram of a large planet covered in water but littered with islands. As soon as Vocado uttered the words 'Namek' his disappointment grew. Damn, I was hoping I'd get to kick some fleet ass. It was still something, though. Better than sitting on Earth and not doing much, seeing new places was always enjoyable.
A few words stood out from the rest, though. Dragon Balls and a wish... could you wish for anything and have it granted? It seemed this mission wasn't going to be as boring as he'd imagined it, partly making up for the whole 'not retaking Vegeta' thing. After Vocado's speech was over and he'd tossed a device to Xana, Kalabas made his move and brought up a plan for if they met resistance from the Namekians. "That's what I like to hear." he said with a newly-formed grin. He let Kalabas finish up before speaking again.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary- but I do like the idea of kicking some ass. Also, why use thermonuclear devices? I've been able to put down resistance on many planets on my own during my jobs, so I'm sure one of us could handle that without the use of them." he said before turning to King Vocado. "I have my own space-pod, I'll be using it." he informed Vocado.
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