Chill was back on the hunt once more. This time, he was tracking down the last remaining member of the Stargoons, a squadron of fighters that the World Trade Fleet had inducted into their ranks temporarily with the possibility of a more permanent position among their ranks. After a series of unfortunate events, it seemed the squadron had been widdled down to a single member. The details of the losses were scarce, but having a strong force of warriors on the Fleet's side was important to maintaining any chance they had to stay on top of the Saiyans.
When he had sent out the call over the past couple of days, again and again the transmission seemed to have been ignored. To add to the intrigue and mystery, nobody seemed to know where Mumbo had vanished to after whatever events struck the goons down from two to one. It seemed highly likely to Chill that the reason this Star-Spangled fighter had gone MIA was to mourn, but regardless of the emotions behind his decision, vanishing without notice is not something the Fleet accepts. He needed to track him down and investigate.
It took them a little while, but after some time the Fleet's monitoring specialists had picked up transmission signals and energy signatures that both matched to the Majin warrior, originating from a small cave system near to the Porunga Shrine in the Maima Region. It took some time to find it after flying around the area, but Chill set down at the mouth of the cave and set his finger alight with ki, wandering into the dark.
It was cold, and dark, and damp. Every step sloshed in a small puddle of stagnant liquid or pressed against some form of odd overgrowth, and soon the cave turned to pitch black outside the dim red light emanating from Chill's fingertip. Calling out into the dark, he spied an energy signature up ahead on his scouter.
"This is Lord Chill of the World Trade Fleet. Please identify yourself."
Chill is looking for Mumbo! Sorry for the iffy starter, wanted to get this thread off before sleeep
Post by Majin Mumbo on Oct 29, 2018 15:57:36 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 70,000 | Imperfect Merge (x2/x5P) Active! Current PL: 140,000 / 350,000! It wasn't often Mumbo felt intense emotions, besides anger at all those Goodie-goods roaming around, that is. Most of the time he was fairly laid-back, but the death of Chamil had hit him hard enough that he needed to essentially risk his life to keep living. He had merged his good half with his bad, and now the new entity was struggling to decide what it was he fought for.
Working towards getting the Dragon Balls had to be top priority now. But without a Radar to search for them, and no leads on where Chamil's five balls had gone, he felt lost. He remembered her saying something about a deal with the Saiyans, but they were goodies. They'd never hold up their end of the bargain now that she was gone. In fact, they'd probably just laugh in his face for even trying to ally with them.
So here he was, letting his thoughts swim in this newly constructed man-cave. It had a TV with barely any signal, a large couch with springs sticking out of every inch of the thing, and a fridge that didn't keep anything cold. Sighing, Mumbo tossed a ball into the wall in the dark, catching it dejectedly each time. Maybe he'd think of something tomorrow, or the next day...
Suddenly, a voice entered his ear. It sounded close-by, but how had they not been sensed by him earlier? He realized only now that it was because he literally hadn't been paying a single bit of attention. He didn't even know it was possible to zone out so hard that you can't sense Ki. That was one more bit of info for the books, he supposed. Too bad he never wrote anything down.
"Ah jeez," Mumbo said as he sat up. "Hold on. Let me get the light."
With a snap of his finger, Mumbo conjured a matching pair of lamps. They clicked on, illuminating the back of the cave far too brightly. Mumbo waved at the new face, standing up to introduce himself.
"Hey there. The names Mumbo. Da very last Stah Goon. You ain't one of dem goodie-good Arcosians, is ya? The last one tried to kill me! Hehe."
Chill might find Mumbo's appearance a bit strange. He wasn't just one color, but rather two, sort of like a candy cane. Though his base seemed to be gray, splotches of pink littered his skin, the biggest of which seemed to be a large splash of pink near his right eye. His basic-looking battle armor was dusty and had a large chocolate stain on it. Suffice it to say, it looked like he wasn't expecting company.
"So uh... D'ya want like a soda or sumtin? I've got Hetap, but it's warm."
Post by Lord Chill on Oct 30, 2018 20:59:08 GMT -6
Well, this... was not what he expected. Chill hid his confusion behind a smile as the room sparked bright with light from to mystically realized lamps and the multicolored Majin that looked a little bit like a child's play-doh art project gone wrong introduced himself. Bowing his head gracefully despite the odd appearance, it seemed he had managed to track down the right person.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Mumbo." Chill chuckled when Mumbo mentioned the 'goodie-good' Arcosians. "Hohoho. No, I'm quite the opposite of what one might call a 'good guy'." Looking around, it seemed that he'd set up a place to stay for himself here. It wasn't a very pleasant looking place to be honest, but when the brutish discolored figure walked to a fridge that lacked the telltale hum of a functioning one Chill felt he might tread carefully and accepted his offer. "A soda sounds lovely."
Walking over to the spring laden couch and sitting precariously on the very edge of the seat, Chill glanced around one more time before addressing Mumbo. "I see you've made a little place for yourself here." He wasn't really too sure about how to talk around the subject of Chamil's passing in trying to bring Mumbo back. Maybe it was best to just... bring it up. "I'm sure you must be going through a lot right now."
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 1, 2018 17:57:35 GMT -6
"Ah! Good! Usually people are pretty altruistic around here. Glad to see at least one villain is still running around."
Magically creating a smaller loveseat, Mumbo sat down across from Chill, giving the Arcosian the length of the sofa to comfortably seat himself. Maple usually liked Arcosians, so any Arcosian that wasn't Boreal would get as much hospitality as Mumbo could muster, for his old boss' sake. The Majin grabbed himself and Chill warm cans of soda, before tossing the Arcosian his can.
Snapping open his can, Mumbo's nose crinkled at the hot fizzy smell coming from the new opening. He really wished he knew how to magic up electricity. Before he took a sip, Chill mentioned Chamil, causing the Majin to pause. "Yeah... The Stargoons used to be so cool, you know?Us Goons was da strongest ting in Da Fleet, but uh... Well... It's just me now..." He finally took a sip from his drink, and cringed at the hot fizz. It was entirely unpleasant.
"But! Even dough I am missing my crew,I am still getting stronger! I bet I could probably beat half the old crew with my hands tied behind my back! Haha!""
Growing silent again, Mumbo pursed his tusk-filled lips, thinking on what to say next.
"So... I know you Arcosian guys are usually pretty driven.Even Boreal wuz focused on his hero stuff. D'you wanna like, recruit me or sumtin?I'll be honest with you; I did fight Boreal. He was everything the Goon Code fought to stop. If that bothers you, then I completely understand."
Chill watched another materialization before his eyes, after Mumbo in his fluctuating accent noted his enjoyment in knowing there were others around who still held true the honest, realistic ideals of the selfish and the strong. With finesse, Chill intercepted the can tossed his way and rolled it up one finger and then down his arm onto his other finger. Cracking open the can, Chill curled his nose and creased his brow as he took the first polite sip of his warm soda.
Chill nodded sympathetically as Mumbo spoke of Chamil and the Stargoons being reduce to a single member. The fall of something great was always a painful loss. Ready to offer some comforting words, Chill was cut short by words of pride and a hearty laugh. Chill once again found himself totally perplexed by Mumbo. He was becoming increasingly difficult to read, rather than becoming easier with time.
Then, Mumbo spilled forth some more information. Mumbo had fought Boreal before his passing over the topic of his heroic tendencies. While dissent among the ranks was something Chill actively fought to suppress or remove, when it came to Boreal with each passing day he found himself more and more tolerant of the many people who disagreed with him whilst he was still alive.
Looking up at Mumbo and cringing as absentmindedly took another sip of the sickeningly warm soda, Chill addressed his concerns. "If you're interested, your assumption was right. I've come here to recruit you back into the fold. Your previous quarrels with Boreal are of no concern to me. He was a self-righteous dullard and a failure of leader."
It had caught his attention when he'd first entered, but he hadn't thought too much of it until now. With the changing levels of accentuation and grammatically correct phrasing, Chill wondered why Mumbo now consisted of a mash of pink and grey splotches, instead of the dull grey that his files had depicted him with. "I'd like to know something though, if you're willing to be forthcoming about it."
Clicking on the side of his head, his scouter projected a small image that Chill had operated to withdraw from the Fleet's files. A dull grey majin of burly proportions in star-spangled combat gear stood with a small group of other star-spangled warriors. "I've noticed that your pigmentation has taken a sudden change. Do you know why?" If it was something dangerous or that might compromise Mumbo's abilities in the field, Chill wanted to be absolutely sure he knew about it.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 6, 2018 14:59:26 GMT -6
”Oh. Okay. That’s good to hear.I figya’d you might not want me around. But Maple like you’s Guys, so I want ta help out!”
Standing up suddenly, Mumbo knocked over his soda as he crossed both his arms over his chest, before pulling them apart and over his head. He shouted mightily, and crouched down. A bright light engulfed him, and his energy spiked.
”DA BLACK STARGOON IS HEAH TA SNUFF YOU OUT! HOO-AH!”
The light subsided with his battlecry, revealing him to be in much more proper armor. It was the dazzling black of a real deal Stargoon. A massive star dazzled on his chest, and a smile wider than any Chill had ever seen was plastered on Mumbo’s face. This was the strength of a Goon!
”So? What do you think?Pretty cool, eh?”
Mumbo gave pause when Chill questioned his current situation. He looked down at himself, before pointing out a large splotch of pink near one of his eyes, which he had to remove his Star-shades to show. ”Oh dis? Yeah uh it’s kinda hahd ta explain but uh...Think of it like this: you ever have toys when you were younger? And did you ever lose maybe a leg or an arm from those toys?” He summoned a small action figure of his bulky gray self. It was missing a leg. ”So sometimes you take da leg from anudda toy so you could keep playin’ wit da broken one. Make sense?”
With a snap of his free fingers, the toy in his hand sported a pink leg and arm, and flexed, before disappearing into smoke.
”It’s deeper than that, obviously. But I’m two halves that decided to become whole.Jus’ gimme a few weeks and I’ll be poifectly fused, instead of... Well, Yannow. This.”
”I’m strongah den evah befoah, and da two halves dat make me like each udda.Think of it less as two minds fighting for control and more... Two minds working the same set of controls so the other doesn’t have to do it alone. When the stronger of us is ready, the other will fade into the subconscious. The stronger one is him, by the way.”
One spilled drink, a flash of spectacular light and a booming battle cry later, and standing before the Arcosian lord was one battle-ready Stargoon standing in absolute delight. Clapping politely, Chill admired the bravado and the performance tied into the display. This was the perfect way to show the strength of the fleet, airing it for everybody to see and stealing the attention of those on the battlefield. "Bravo! Bravo!"
Chill chuckled a little as Mumbo finished his transformation and stepped from his pose to answer Chill's inquiry. It seemed that Mumbo had fused with another Majin or something similar in order to restore his power, or 'fill the hole in his chest' as it were, what with Chamil's passing. Mumbo's toy-based analogy was uncharacteristically well put for the loud-mouthed Majin, which left Chill happily surprised. Impressed even, though on the whole it was a pretty simple idea to get across.
To make the news that Mumbo wanted to assist the Fleet even better, he had expressed that he'd be perfectly fused and no longer mentally discombobulated within a few weeks. "Well, that certainly is marvelous to hear, and I'm glad that this re-recruitment was an easy one. I look forward to the return of the Stargoons to the battlefield." Thinking for a moment, Chill wondered if there was anything else pressing to discuss with the Majin now that his return to the Fleet was certain.
Pulling up some information in his scouter and quickly running through it, he stopped at a line and looked through it to Mumbo's gleeful and discolored expression. "Speaking of recruitment, and the goons... Have you put any thought into filling the emptiness among your roster?" He face feigned sorry and empathy for a moment as he continued. "Sorry, if it's too soon to discuss such things."
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 12, 2018 1:08:41 GMT -6
"Haha! ALROIGHT!" Mumbo span in place, posing once more. "Consider the Stargoons a probably permanent addition to the Fleet!" Leaning closer, Mumbo cleared his throat. "Ahem. Sahrry if it sounds rude, but uh... We are mercs and all. If you's guys croak or sumtin... Well... Yannow. Gotta keep da business movin' forwahd and everytin'."
Chill posed an interesting question, one that made Mumbo pause. Who was going to replace the old Goons? It wasn't something he thought of much. Finding Maple had been his top priority, but it seemed more and more likely that he'd never find him. Not until he made it to the end game, perhaps. For now, he'd need to find a new team. One that'd follow him to death if need be... Or at least a few light bruises.
"I've got some ideas," Mumbo said, lying. "But a lodda dem are on Eart. If we ever go back dere, I can start recrootin' some heavy hittahs, but fer now, I tink I gotta get myself in ordaso I can lead whoever the next generation will be with dignity and power."
Chill chuckled heartily as Mumbo once again excitedly span, and announced that the Stargoons were now a semi-permanent subsidiary of the World Trade Fleet. It seemed he was worried Chill would be offended at his lack of true permanency, but Chill simply waved him down. "No need for apologies my friend. If there is one thing an Arcosian can understand, it's doing what's best for business."
Chill clasped his hands together in a decisive motion when Mumbo spoke of his ideas. "I will keep that in mind as I plan ahead for the future. There are a number of valuable assets on Earth worth looking into, that list now including your potential candidates. But right now, it has become very clear to me that until this Dragon Ball hunt business is over we need to keep all of our strongest on this planet." He crossed his hands into each other and strained his expression. His next words her hard to say.
"We're going to have to work as hard as possible to prevent them summoning the Dragon... They are far too strong."
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 24, 2018 1:42:22 GMT -6
"You got it, Boss!"
With one more jumping flourish, Mumbo landed on one hand, before flipping back to his feet. "From now on, I will try my hahdest ta stop doze goodie-goods from makin' a wish! Goon's Honah!" He punched a fist to his chest, holding it over his heart with pride. It almost looked like a tear was forming under his shades, but he quickly shook it away.
"Now! Let's get going, huh? No reason to waste time in this dank old cave.I godda train some mooks, find some bawls, kick some ass... Shouldn't be too hahd right? Hehehee!"
Without another word, Mumbo blasted through the cave, smashing a hole through the ceiling with the force of his flight. Rubble crumbled in his wake, and an enthusiastic, hearty laugh echoed upward. Chill sure did know how to pick 'em...