Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Sept 27, 2018 13:41:08 GMT -6
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| Ramen's PL: 6,550 (Base 65,500 - Energy Setting) |
Castle Namek was a strange place. A fortified castle the likes of which wouldn't be out of place on Earth, built by a civilization known more for vast stretches of sparse farmland than great architectural feats. On a normal day, Ramen might have wanted to take her time to look around the castle and take stock of it. She might not a scholar of any kind, but even a casual observer can appreciate history when it's so palpable all around them. But today wasn't a normal day: the Saiyan Kingdom and the World Trade Fleet had been in a state of perpetual war for some time now, mostly arising in the form of small skirmishes since the capture of Vegeta. Today was to be one such day, as Ramen led a small force of four Saiyan recruits in pursuit of the Trade Fleet on Namek. She had hoped to find some sort of officer, perhaps even someone of note -- but all she and her team managed to come across was a small band of scouts.
It was the best they could have expected, given the circumstances, as neither force had truly come to the planet prepared for large-scale combat. But with recent Trade Fleet aggression against the Kingdom, Ramen figured it was about time they staged some sort of reprisal. It may not be grand in scale, but it would serve to both prove to the Fleet that the Kingdom wasn't about to roll over and over Namek on a silver platter -- and it might just help with the diminishing morale of some of the Saiyans, given news of recent setbacks.
The battle began suddenly, when Ramen and the Saiyan recruits touched down just outside of Castle Namek, where half a dozen scouts were setting up. It looked like they might be preparing to set off on a mission themselves, but they didn't have time to ask. Immediately upon landing, Ramen fired off a blast that fried one of the scout's spacepods, sending it up in a cloud of smoke. Immediately, the two sides engaged, the Saiyans charging while the Fleet moved on the defensive. Without reinforcements, Ramen's presence would ensure a swift victory. But a battle on Namek wasn't exactly easy to conceal, with power levels flaring up and down with the sudden exchange of energy blasts to and fro the tiny front-line.
"Take prisoners if you can!" ordered Ramen, above the competing shouts and increasing ring of beams and blasts going off. "But don't take any dumb risks!"
It was just a small skirmish, but the embers had been stirred. A larger conflagration might very well have been looming.
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Post by Auber on Sept 27, 2018 13:52:33 GMT -6
THREAD PL: 8,079
Castle Namek was a great monument of history, dating back to Xylo's reign of terror all those decades ago, Auber would definitely have to come here again someday to study it's history, perhaps it may even be useful but right now was no time to be gawking at prehistoric constructions and instead ambush these scouts.
Auber had arrived little more than seconds after Ramen and aided her in the beating of these scouts, she ordered to take prisoners which Auber was not comfortable with holding back so much but orders are orders, she is an authority figure in the Kingdom after all.
He held up a bird-faced WTF scout and punched him in the gut, before throwing him against the wall and then roundhouse-kicking another that attempted to charge at him. So far things were going okay, could be worse, could better, it felt as if the tiniest slip could turn this table around, whether it be for them or the enemy remains to be seen.
An SK offensive was rare to say the least so soon enough, energies might be popping into the fight, but the question is, will they be friend or foe? |
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Post by Kalaboo on Sept 27, 2018 15:35:02 GMT -6
Perched by the edge of the ravine, the man known as Kalabas Strongbone, Duke of Strongbone, utilized a human contraption known as tally-scope to spy on Elder Muccus’ village. Technically speaking, grunt work like this was several stations below his rank, but the ‘thrill’ of seeing the daily life of a specie who saw nothing in war but 'senseless bloodshed’ and 'desperate sacrifices’ was his reward for drilling his Roaring Twenties, all elite soldiers of surprisingly low stamina, to exhaustion. Hence, a duke was doing a private’s duty because there was no-one else available.
The slugmen tended to their crops with as much excitement as a majin shoving strawberry cake through its jowls, putting on a show of skill and patience that would have lulled the invasive saiyan into sleep if it weren't the obfuscating futility of it all. Industrialised farming was far from being a recent breakthrough, so why did the fools resist it? Spiritual reasons? Such savages... Perhaps, after Vegeta returned to the wise and caring saiyan hands of a worthy kaiyan king (or queen), Strongbone would see to the enlightenment of the green masses. Thrall races who were won over rather than warred for tended to be far more obedient, afterall…
The bucolic monotony shattered like a spine when the distant wubwubwub caught Kalabas, and the namekians’ attention. While a mystery to the natives, Kalabas knew well the sound of a grav-bike going at breakneck speed, having heard plenty of those during the Fall of Vegeta. He gave chase, flying close to the ground and at some distance, hoping that soon the clueless fleetwoman would reveal the entry to WTF’s base of operations.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, the sound of which made the driver wobble her vehicle in surprise and Kalabas hide inside a shrub. The saiyan muttered a curse as the alien carried on with her duties… Contrary to her, Kalabas felt like he was needed wherever that explosion took place, although that was probably just his monkey side of his brain itching for a fight. After giving it some thought, he shot down his prey instead of following her further, and flew in the direction of the sounds. Soon enough, he found the source, a skirmish between Auber, what appeared to be his squad of weaklings, and some WTF scouts… Wait, was that the castle whose bombing he had suggested?
With its great arches and bold curves, rising domes and Eden-like gardens, Castle Namek was the only edifice in the entire planet that reminded Kalabas of home; not Podcratter Fortress, but rather the palaces neighboring of counts and vassals, who weren't as worn by time and radioactive sand as his.
Kalabas was very grateful that Xylo’s greatest work stood tall and proud, untouched by the thermonuclear charges whose use he so thoroughly vouched…
But enough about sightseeing, there was a war going on, and a battle to win!
“FOR VEGETA!”
Kalabas fired a beam with both hands, bringing an end to the purple minotaur in white.
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Post by Chamil on Sept 27, 2018 15:42:25 GMT -6
JUSTIFIED REPRISAL
BASE PL: 60,000
"Y-you found another?!" A Namekian gawked as Chamil balanced three starry orbs on top of each other, juggling them about. "Two, actually!" She grinned with pride, allowing the green man to put a hand on one of the spheres. "It's incredible to see Porunga's relics, right here!... And, uh, I've been meaning to ask..." Chamil's gaze sunk. "Is that blood on your hand, or...? Doesn't look Namekian to me, but it smells..." Raising her palm, a bead of sweat dripped down the demon's face. Chapron's blood- a little she forgot to wash off. "...To be honest, yes. I... was in a skirmish with a saiyan and injured my hand a little." She waved her palm in emphasis in spite of the white lie. "Really?! I know you guys have bad blood, but they aren't going to come for us or anything, right? As for your, uh, hand, I'm sure our elder can heal it" Chamil waved her blood-free palm dismissively. "T'is but a scratch. If the saiyans do come, we will keep them out of your hair--"
CRACK--!!
--BOOOOOOOOOOM
The floor rumbled beneath Chamil and the conversing slug man. Whipping around to the source of the sound and peering out the window, the demon would sneer as she caught eye of some monkey-tailed scouts attacking some Fleet folk below... And was that human..? Turning to the worried Namek, the demon would put a clawed hand on his shoulder. "Stay here and hold down the defenses. I'll chase this lot off... You may want to look away if things get ugly." And with that, the devil dove out the castle tower's window, leaving the Namekian to stare down. "AND KEEP AN EYE ON THE BALLS FOR ME!" She called back one last time before orbiting around, her dark ki surging. Ramen donned the armor of the saiyans now- it was a shame to see someone capable like her as a direct foe now, but it was what it was.
Just before another bombardment of blasts struck the cannon fodder of the Fleet, a matching bombardment of yellow spheres came flying in, countering the blasts and sending explosions and smoke across the field! A roar and kiai dispersed the foggy veil, revealing an all-too familiar horned figure, complete with yellow armor with a familiar star cast on the chestpiece. "I spy some familiar faces!~" The goat called in a singsong tune, pointing a finger gun- but a bolt of ki shot from the tip of her claw would fly forwards, only grazing the human's shoulder if it was allowed down it's path.
"So let's get to the point- You're with the Kingdom, I'm contracted to the Fleet, yadda yadda yadda- we;ve heard it both ten-thousand times now probably." She folded her arms, glancing to the side. "Though to be honest I really don't care that much for this fleet stuff. But I can't complain too much with the chances for fights like these!" Extending her palm, the demon began to gather energy, a playful and cocky smirk plastered on her face. She was on a winning streak after all, and might have been going mad with power...
"Ramen, you've proven yourself capable- but I'm prepared this time. Ready for that rematch?" She taunted, sending a quick gaze to the two saiyans, Kalabas and Auber. Her smile sank for a moment. "...And if you're weak as before, you might want to stay out of this. Lest you meet the same fate as the poor sap of a saiyan I crushed yesterday." Chamil wondered how Xana was doing... She was probably depressed or edgy now. That was fun to imagine!
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Post by Ochra on Sept 27, 2018 15:47:25 GMT -6
Thread PL: 48,570
Namek was as peaceful a planet as Ochra had heard. It was something he was quite pleased with. The people of this world had suffered so much over the centuries, yet despite all that, they didn't fall to despair. They didn't devolve into warmongerers, like the saiyans of old and the Arcosians. Granted, Ochra figured he couldn't live a life like that for long, he couldn't deny some days there was an appeal to a peaceful life. Seeing the Namekians tending to their crops and their lives, reminded him of his brief stay with that farming family on Earth. He quietly wondered how they were doing. He should go visit them sometime.
Ochra had taken the time to do some quiet meditation after a small training period. Got to keep the mind sharp after all. Yet it seemed that, despite this planet's peaceful disposition, he was not going to be allowed the opportunity to let his mind settle. Though this time, instead of a voice talking to him, it was something else. A sense of conflict.
Ochra opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the feeling. He could pick out numerous powers, many of them small, fighting in the distance. But then there was one he picked up. A power he had become acquainted with here on Namek.
Kalibas...
Something was going down. Many of the powers were saiyan, that he could tell. The rest he couldn't recognize. Were they Fleet? Or someone else? He could have stayed out of it, but Ochra wouldn't allow himself to do that. The saiyan hybrid rose to his feet, and took off flying towards the source of the conflict.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 28, 2018 15:16:57 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 54,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 54,000/162,000!
In the heart of the battle already stood a proud warrior. Dressed in his glimmering black attire, Majin Mumbo tossed a handful of Ki attacks that Chamil had missed to the sky, their energy winking away like a distant star. The intended victim, a fish-faced alien, scrambled to his knees, thanking Mumbo profusely in his native, gurgling dialect. The Majin simply shook his head, and walked towards the main conflict. "No tanks neccesary; Jus' doin my jahb, soldiah."
Hopping into the air, Mumbo folded his arms, standing behind his horned compatriot. She had a way with words that the Majin lacked, so he simply stood by, watching and waiting for his turn to quip. Taking a swing at someone wouldn't be so bad either.
"You's guys ought ta jus' go home. We can handle da wishes allll on owah own. Hell, we'll even make one for you's guys! What would'ja like? Some coffins, maybe? Heheheh!"
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Ramen
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PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Sept 29, 2018 10:17:25 GMT -6
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| Ramen's PL: 6,550 (Base 65,500 - Energy Setting) |
It wasn't long before the skirmish had flared up into a fully-fledged battle. With the arrival of Chamil and Mumbo, the small Saiyan group -- now including a couple more prominent names that Ramen had yet to be acquainted with -- was set to face cream of the crop, as far as the World Trade Fleet was concerned. The Stargoons, though they might be in the war out of sheer self-interest, were probably the most intimidating of the groups that had been rallied against Earth and the Saiyan Kingdom. Still, Ramen couldn't help but smirk a little at the arrival of Chamil. She was an enemy, and given her gloating over her defeat of Xana, an enemy she should feel bad blood against. But while she sympathized with Xana, she couldn't quite bring herself to level her anger against the demon herself. She was a little too fun.
"You've gotten stronger," she called across to Chamil, curling her hands into fists to begin to release more of her own energy. It hadn't been long since they had last met, but she suspected at her current level the pair might well be an even match. Hell, if Chamil was capable of growing the way her snake-demon boss had at the Lookout, she could even have the edge. Her energy flared to life, coming to a near-equal match with Chamil's current output. A deliberate choice on Ramen's part. "Yeah, we can have that rematch. I'll try not to break anything important--"
She glanced over to one of the weaker remaining WTF scouts, who seemed frozen with the sudden arrival of so many powerful signatures. She pointed her finger towards the man, and before he had a chance to react, fired off a narrow beam straight towards him, coloured pale yellow. If it hit, the poor scout would find himself impaled through the chest in short order. "--Except that guy, maybe," she commented, her tone just a little too casual for the act. Her eyes briefly flicked to Mumbo, and she just blinked at him, momentarily taken by surprise.
"Hey, it's you. Sorry for shooting you in the back that one time."
Ramen powers up to 60,000 PL with energy setting!
She also shoots one of the remaining scouts.
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Post by Auber on Sept 29, 2018 10:56:43 GMT -6
As he suspected, friends & foes alike were coming over, and he recognized all of them, first to arrive was the loud and obnoxious Kalabas who aided their side of the battle.
Next was Chamil, the demon goat who wanted a rematch with Ramen and threatened Auber and Kalabas "I'm not scared of you, asshole." He bit back at Chamil, grunting in annoyance, he could sense another person coming but they would have to get here before he knows who they are.
Lastly was Mumbo, the damnable Majin who tried to kill him the last time they met "I'm gonna rearrange your face, ugly." He insulted, of course he couldn't win against Mumbo, so he was hoping Kalabas would join in the fight, but either way, if he dies, he dies fighting.
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Post by Kalaboo on Sept 29, 2018 14:19:51 GMT -6
The dust settled for some precious seconds, during which Kalabas saw Chamil, of all goat-people, arrive. The duke groaned a groan of loud annoyance with a certain ethereal quality to it, almost as if his soul was being sucked out of his body. In reality it was just his ever-diminishing patience crumbling to dust, followed by quite an intense migraine that required not one but TWO of his temples to be rubbed. “Chamil, the sooner you contract ovine rinderpest and die, the better off the universe at large will be.”, the saiyan sighed as he softly landed next to down to Auber, fluttering his cape as he sized up the Grey Glutton himself, also a new entry to the scuffle.
“Quite the eloquent fellow, are you not? Auber, I propose that we leave this chap’s face as is. Look at those eyes, that jutting jaw, those crooked canines… The face of a real go-getter! Although… not awfully bright, is he?”, the duke clicked his tongue, “Oh well, no majin is without flaw.”
From his spar with Ochra Kalabas learnt a lot about himself and what was expected of him, as a saiyan warrior, to do for his Kingdom… He also learnt a couple more practical things, like a certain handy boxing stance. Light on his feet, Kalabas brought one hand up to guard his core and head, while the other remained veiled by his cape.
Time to get serious.
“Private Auber! Give me a read of everyone you sense!”
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Post by Chamil on Oct 3, 2018 17:43:22 GMT -6
BASE PL: 60,000
"...And make the trouble double." Chamil wiped her hands together as Mumbo approached, smiling smugly the group. Unaware of Ochra's approach still, the demon would hold back a snort and laugh as Auber chimed in. "Looks like you've upgraded to second-grader insults instead of first-grade, child." She rolled her eyes, flashing a finger gun at the saiyan. As for Kalabas... She just shrugged at his comment. "And that's exactly why I'm gonna stay here." The evil demon quipped back, content on ruining everyone's day.
Ramen, though, had ascended to a new level of style. Chamil whistled with an impressed tone as the human went ahead and shot down a soldier, dead and gone. "Huh. I guess you Earthlings aren't all pansies." The demon readied into a proper stance now. "Hey, Mumbo." She turned to her fellow Stargoon. "You mind holding off the mooks for me? I'll take Ramen for a bit- you can have some punches in a few, too." Of course she wouldn't hog the funnest fighter all to herself! Well, normally she would, but she was compelled to share with the other Stargoon still. Spreading her arms out, the demon turned back to the redhead. "Well? Take your best shot- let's see just how much stronger you are."
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Post by Ochra on Oct 4, 2018 4:36:23 GMT -6
"I'm afraid Mumbo's going to be a little occupied."
It was at that point that Ochra arrived on the scene. The hybrid's eyes looked over the scene before him. The two power houses, Ramen for the Saiyan Kingdom, and Chamil of the Stargoons. Mumbo, Kalabas, Auber, and a small squad, or what was left, of Fleet goons. The makings of a real battle here, if things started to get heated up. But the saiyan hybrid remained calm. There was always a way through this, and right now his mind was working. His eyes glanced at the goat demon. "Mumbo and I have some unfinished business to attend to."
He turned his attention back to the dark grey majin in front of him. "As I recall, you wanted to take a crack at me if I got out of prison. Well, guess you get that chance." He could sense the majin was a little bit stronger than himself, and he was aware that majins were notoriously difficult to take down. But Ochra wasn't planning on beating him. Well, he'd certainly try, but he wouldn't be broken up over it if he couldn't. No, Ochra's plan was something else. He glanced over at Auber and Kalabas.
"You two, take care of the rabble, then help Ramen with Chamil." There was no doubt that Chamil was the biggest threat in the room, and if Ochra could keep her isolated and keep the pressure on her, it would be a big step towards their victory.
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RAMEN
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