Post by General Kraktus on Nov 28, 2018 15:44:00 GMT -6
Kraktus had finally figured out where it was. The Saiyan Kingdom's little base. He needed something to do on this planet. He needed to get stronger. After his fight with Sensoa, he realized he was falling behind. He also felt a strange lack of growing power. He felt he was getting close to a breakthrough but it disspeared. That feeling of combat and advancement. So he decided to check out the base may be to find a fight or something to do. The Saiyan could help with that. So he'd arrived at their base. He'd give a look around and decided to just sit on a rock as he began to fire blast from his left hand. He wanted to gather some attention and start something without putting himself in a postion to be murdered. He'd much rather be living bored and weak then dead and well...weak. "Anyone here," Kraktus called out. "I'm looking for a saiyan to fight. Or someone in the Kingdom in general. I gotta find something to do." Kraktus didn't get his hope's up. They were most likely busy or if anyone was here they were not worth his time. He keeps his scouter ready just in case someone strong did come to challenge him.
In an odd twist of fate, Ramen had been so focused on ensuring the wishes went by without a hitch, she forgot to even consider the possibility that they might face opposition after they had concluded. But on her way back from the wish ceremony, she found herself confronted by a strange alien who had just fired a blast from within the base itself. He clearly wasn't a Saiyan or a Namekian, and she definitely didn't recognize him. He wasn't one of them, so the only real options were that he was some sort of pirate or a member of the World Trade Fleet.
Probably the latter.
After taking a moment to watch him from above, she touched down on the ground not far from where he was sitting. She was kind of in a rush to get off this planet at this point, but the path to her space-pod was evidently going to have to go through this man. "I don't know what you're here trying to do, but I'm not in the mood for this. The Kingdom is far too busy to entertain the whims of dim-witted squids, so you should probably pick up and leave. If you want a fight, then you'll get a fight. You just won't walk away from it."
With that, the redhead crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at her would-be adversary. It wasn't usually her preference to pick on people that far beneath her in strength, but he came to her base looking for trouble. It was time to pay the piper.
Post by General Kraktus on Nov 29, 2018 16:40:42 GMT -6
He'd look over as someone had arrived. A Red-Haired Woman in Saiyan armor. He never saw any Red Haired Saiyans before so she must have not been of their kind. Still, his scouter beeped a shocked look on his face. "101,000 huh." He'd grin, he didn't know how someone had become that strong what seemed to be in their weakest state but he didn't complain. This could be a lot of fun for him but also some good training. He'd wave his hands. "Dim Whitted Squid. Oh...You must still be mad we took over Vegeta. Though you're not Saiyan I assume. Never seen a red-haired saiyan. I just wanted to ask some questions is all maybe get a fight. Beneficial for everyone maybe I can tell you info about the WTF if you give me what I want?" He'd say to Ramen. Clearly, she didn't want to deal with him but he wanted to see what he could learn about the Saiyans. Plus telling them some false or misleading info could be worth a few laughs. "If not we can just fight. As for walking away. You won't kill me. Many have tried. Plus if I think i'll die." He'd point into the distance. "I happen to be able to run pretty fast."
Active Power Level: 14,000 Active Transformations: None
During his search for the Saiyan Ochra, having been stirred across his planet by the Black Skies that foretold the awakening of Porunga, Oboe found himself soaring high above the Outer Plait; A destitute land once revered as a home for the wicked and callous now retaken by the planet’s wilderness. The volcanic touched ground was home for a number of violent, mutated monstrosities – but right now they all seemed to be hiding. An enormous power the likes of which he hadn’t felt before resided before him, in an area of land that seemed to have been colonized for the moment by an away base. With the darkened sky and the Note left behind by the comrade he’d made only a short time ago to guide him, Oboe careened towards the base without hesitation.
His training had allowed him to reach out with his power and – through some mysterious medium – was able to Feel the presences below. One was powerful – that much was certain when compared to others of his kind – though not as bottomless of well of potential as the other presence residing closest to the base. Curious if this was one of the Saiyans he’d met – and if their miraculous “Zenkai” was the cause of this uptick in power now residing on his home world. Could it have been Nashua? The young Saiyan girl whom he’d met helping one of the villages closest to his own? Maybe it was Ochra – preparing to leave for Planet Vegeta and having gone through some sort of Metamorphosis; Oboe couldn’t be sure – but as he approached ground level, he realized how wrong he was.
On one side, a creature in armor – not unlike the Saiyan’s own – approached. Long tendrils and an oblong head gave the individual a very aquatic disposition; The semblance to the Namekian Gorgar was astounding! This was the power whom he’d initially sensed, the waves of malevolent intent radiating from alien life-form truly spoke volumes to his intentions. His actions could be described as Lazy, absentmindedly firing a series of energy waves from an extended hand. He’d called out to the occupants of the forward-base issuing challenges due to…was that…boredom? There truly was a wellspring of personalities amongst the sea of stars.
Opposite, there was indeed a…Saiyan (He thought?) residing in this area, unfortunately it was one he had yet to have encountered. Red hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a fiery nature to boot; She called out to the less humanoid looking declaring her disinterest and irritation. This was the one he’d sensed prior – the wellspring of power so great it terrified him to the core. He could sense the faint presence of Ancient Namekian energy, validating his suspicions once and for all. The Saiyans had managed to use the Dragon Balls. While it was true his interactions thus far had put him in a position to agree more with their plight than any other, he still disagreed with the use of his Planet’s most prized and exclusive artifacts.
Nevertheless, Oboe touched down upon the ashen soil, his staff attached firmly to his back. The dark violet and black outfit combination was unique to his village; As was the large purple orbs decorating his waist. A faint glow emanating from each sphere. His neck was adorned with a Traditional Namekian Neck wrapping, long khaki colored robes obscuring olive colored skin. Landing only a short distance away from the two – He’d very clearly glance at each warrior before slowly walking towards the Red-Haired warrior’s side of the spectrum. His voice, a soft baritone, carried on the wind.
“Apologies for intruding, I was looking for – whom I’m assuming – were a few of your allies. Saiyans, actually. My name is Oboe; I see that you’re still feeling the effects of our great dragon Porunga! A great honor has been bestowed upon you – please; Don’t sully your hands by resorting to violence. Surely you can see this one is no match for your prodigious might!”
Oboe turned to the Gorgar looking creature, his left hand reaching up to grasp a firm hold on his staff – appearing as if he was entering a defensive posture. He called out to the other, an angered looking contorting his normally peaceful features into a warped view of his inner self. With a firm declaration, he called out to the ‘squid-man’; “My planet needs no more wounds from combat. Cease this incessant desire for violence and walk the other way – trust me friend; I don’t believe this a fight you can run from...regardless of your speed.”
Though Oboe’s voice carried weight, they were the pleading nature of his pacifistic people. Truly, it wasn’t that he wished to engage in combat – it was that he did not desire to see any more damage caused to the surface of his world in the name of Justice least of all for sheer entertainment! The very thought of individuals slamming their flesh into one another for the simple bravado of proving their might was a ludicrous concept validated only by those of the Warrior Caste. Still, that did not indicate the Namekian wouldn’t attempt to enforce his words by physicality – should violence erupt. His simple hope, was that in this simple moment, a voice of reason could dispel the need for any more bloodshed. It was, of course, the will of the Dragon Caste to heal the wounds of the many. Be they physical, or otherwise.
Coming back to the base to see this strange alien here was souring enough for Ramen's mood, but his sarcastic response didn't exactly improve things. Still, she kept her expression neutral save for the beginnings of a smirk beginning to appear at the edge of her lips. This man had come for a fight, but she would make certain he didn't get one: this base wasn't an open training facility for wayward Fleet thugs to wander into, and she was already well within her rights to use force to remove him. But before she could raise a hand to him, another individual appeared. This one was a Namekian, and he seemed to have a more peaceful disposition about him. She offered him a small nod of the head in greeting and held off long enough to hear him out, but it wasn't anything that really convinced her to change her course of action.
He was right that Namek didn't deserve any more violence. But, she couldn't abide by Fleet wandering into her home, however temporary it may have been, without repercussion. Chamil and Mumbo had special permission to do so. This man did not. "The honour you're talking about cost lives to receive," Ramen stated, eyes fixed on the Namekian for the time being. "I don't intend to misuse it or abuse it, but I'm also not going to withhold violence just because I received a small boost from your ancient dragon. He knew full well that the wish would be used for combat, and yet he still granted it."
Then, her eyes fell on the Fleet member in question. "We also made sure to call upon him to resurrect the dead of my planet, slain by some of this creature's superiors. With that in mind, I see no reason to play peacemaker or entertain the whims of hired killers. Until we pack up and leave, this little base here is Saiyan Kingdom territory. And he's part of a genocidal faction we happen to be at war with."
She raised her hand to the alien at that, allowing a sphere of red energy to swell to life in her palm. She wasn't planning on allowing him to linger for long, nor did she have any intention of playing fair to prolong a fight. But at the very least, she supposed she could grant him a warning shot. As her ki continued to gather in her palm, she focused the remainder of her energy inward, causing her power to surge on its own. She wasn't going to ascend to full power at this point, but he deserved to know how truly outmatched he was.
"If we were anywhere else on the planet, I wouldn't have bothered with you. Picking on the weak isn't exactly my favourite past-time. But you walked into enemy territory like a fool. This is the price you pay."
When her blast reached full power, the crimson of the ki casting a brilliant grow across the camp, she let out a calm breath. "... and as far as Vegeta goes. Don't pat yourself on the back too much for that little conquest. You're about to lose it after holding it for less than a year. I'm sure your Arcosian overlords are effective enough at shepherding you and the rest of your unthinking gaggle. But if you can't get the job done in the end, can you really be proud of it?"
Without waiting for an answer, she let the blast loose. As the ki left her fingers, it released a powerful gust of wind that plastered out in all directions through the sheer force of the energy alone. There was nothing controlled or careful about it: a warning shot though it may have been, she couldn't have cared less if it mangled her target. The power hadn't gone to her head, but the frustration of being on Namek for so long might have.
Ramen uses her x2 Focus Energy and boosts to 202,000 PL.
She fires an [N1] Red Crush at Kraktus for 66,660 PL damage.
Post by General Kraktus on Nov 30, 2018 19:44:57 GMT -6
Before things could really go forward someone else arrived. A Namekian man by the name of Obre. He’d roll his shoulders his eyes lingering on him. He said he wanted to make allies with the saiyans. The namekian wanted them to not fight each other. He’d roll his eyes. Though he mentioned something about Porunga. The man shrugged as the Namekian seemed to make it clear that if he didn’t stop he’d be in some trouble. “I just wanna test, I want to be at the edge.” He’d look at Ramen. “I’ve seen people so strong. Stronger than you. Kayen and Boreal. Those monsters but also their goal of a war.” Kraktus grinned, “Too bad Boreal got too cocky. Wonder what happened to Kayen.” He’d put his hand to his chin thinking for a moment.
Then Ramen made clear she’d grant his wish. They would have a fight. No matter how short it was. More about this wish making a dragon to gain power. He’d frown then growl. “Pathic.” He’d say smashing his fist. “You needed a wish for power. How desperate are you? I thought for your people with warriors. Not cowards. Did you lose your backbone somewhere along the way? Don’t you want to see a fight? Feel your blood pumping through your veins. Yet, you needed a wish for power. What are your afraid of.” Clearly, that had pissed him off. He could get using those wishes to revive their dead. He understood it even if it was flawed in his mind yet for power? They got it for Power. What coward didn’t work for power. They simply wished to be stronger. Clearly, this one must have been weaker then her power showed. Clearly somewhere before this day she had lost that spark. They all had.
Then she talked about how they’d lose Vegeta. “Good, you can have it. Might be fun to watch and see what happens. But in our heart of hearts, we know the pain still there. The sting of defeat. Not that I care. When I was there it was only to get stronger. As it is today. I know the strength of the saiyan people now. When you watch them scream praying for their lives. Yet they were the others no matter how battered they grew stronger. Defeat only brought then victory. That curse. Pain brings strength and defeat brings victory.” Kraktus paused as she seemed to be charging up a strong attack. With the press of a button, his ship would be sent Blutz wave energy into his body. His low power level would skyrocket. His body tightened up as he felt the blast impact and knock him form away with ease. It was a powerful attack indeed but he’d not be so easily defeated. He’d fling one tentacle from the smoke and attempt to knock Ramen into a nearby rock face. “I know that was not your best attack. I want to see it right now. I want to see if your Power boost or whatever you all had also got rid of your backbone. I’ve worked for all my strength. I expect my enemy to work for it just the same.” He’d call out in a mocking tone to Ramen.
Transformed Powerlevel:90,000. Took 74 Percent Damage but does not give a damn.
It had become abundantly clear to him that neither of the two individuals before him would cease their volatiles back and forth. The woman, nerves quite particularly irked, had made up her mind with such finality that even Oboe – as detached from the scenario as he was – couldn’t help but feel the palpable malice being directed towards the strange Alien. His words came next, but unfortunately the Namekian would never have time to regard what was spoke as the Red-Haired warrior channeled a prodigious blast of Ki energy from their hand, directed toward the invader. Oboe, shocked and overtaken by the sheer force of the attack, dove for cover in response to the incoming shockwave of damage.
The cacophonous explosion would rock the area, a rumble causing the ground itself to buckle and bend to the whim of the Saiyanesque Warrior. While the woman had made it clear she didn’t wish to pick on the weak, the other had clearly asked for it – so when the woman finally acquiesced? It was too late for words. Instead, Oboe would be the unwitting bearer of news, he who would take this information with him into space, of how ruthless the warrior people can be.
“..No…” He’d utter under his breath, his mind not wishing to accept that there wasn’t a better way. Yet, as the other powered up, his force of strength rising in response to the attack, Oboe realized he was in the wrong place. There was clearly no speaking reason to these two, and so with that – as the waves of destruction finally subsided, Oboe would rise back in the air with a chastising look upon both off-worlders. His voice echoing down to them.
“I’m sorry that this is how it must be, I can appreciate your plight Saiyan; Please, end this swiftly.”
With that, Oboe would illuminate within a cloak of gold before exploding with momentum back into the sky. There was nothing for him here, and there was no need to get involved with a Suicidal Maniac and his Homicidal Compatriot. Everything was nearly over anyway – The Saiyans were leaving. Not wishing to witness a massacre, Oboe would continue forward and leave the area behind him; The search for his ship having retaken priority in his mind.
Exiting the Combat Zone; Oboe was hoping to speak reason but was unsuccesful
CHECKING OUT THE FOE | Ramen's PL: 202,000 (Base 101,000 - x2 Modifier) |
The alien's comments sounded eerily close to Ramen's own sentiments on the subject of a wish for power just a few short weeks ago. But, considering its source, she couldn't help but find the whole situation that much more amusing. Her poor mood coming across him in her own camp was almost lifted by the comments, even if they were meant as insults. "It's quite rich that someone like you is here trying to cast judgment on our wish. Your people planned to funnel power into a single one of their warriors in an empty hope that it'd be enough to help them stand-up to..." she paused a moment. "Well, teenagers and civilians, given your organization's track record for incompetence."
"We didn't need to wish for power. We decided to use the last wish to give everyone a little boost, but make no mistake about it: it doesn't change anything in the long run. I would've been far superior to you before the wish. Hell, I'm pretty sure I was far superior to you months and months ago before I even started to take fighting seriously--" she laughed a bit more openly now, resting her hands on her hips as she regarded the alien with the same morbid amusement. "Don't try to use a little magic trick as a scapegoat to explain why you're so pathetic yourself. Your organization makes a habit out of stealing other fighter's power through absorption and brain-washing. Compared to that, a bitter fight over a few artifacts is hardly something to turn up your nose at. Your Arcosian friends could have had the very same, had they not turned tail and fled at the first sight of a challenge."
"... But I suppose that's not the way of the Trade Fleet, is it? It's all cowardice and surprise attacks."
She barely paid any mind to the Namekian as he began to depart. She was rather certain he wouldn't be taking kindly to their fight, or to the way she was talking, but at this point it wasn't that much of a concern to her. She was through with Namek and unless they came under threat from the Trade Fleet again, there was no chance she was going to be coming back here anytime soon. Certainly not enough to fear for her reputation with one wandering pacifist. Besides, when Kraktus launched his attack, there wasn't really enough time to address him either way.
With their current power gap, Ramen was able to spot the tentacle coming from far away. There was smoke concealing its approach, but her senses were tuned enough that she wasn't fooled. As the tentacle went sailing past her, she leapt upwards into the sky and held in place for a moment, wagging her finger at him in a mocking fashion. "Now, now. Let's put all of this in perspective. I had to work for everything I have now: I trained to a point far beyond anything you're capable of, and we won those Dragon Balls fairly from the Trade Fleet. It took blood, but I'm sure you're not the type to scoff at that."
"This really is just a fit of jealousy on your end, isn't it? It must be embarrassing to find yourself so out-matched by a human." She practically savoured the word, raising her hand to aim another attack at him. Reddish energy sparked to life in her palm again, an attack almost identical to her last. She wasn't outputting any more energy than she had before: soon enough, a familiar orb reached full-power in her palm.
"If you want to see my strongest attack, you need to at least prove you're worthy of it. I have no intention of giving that pleasure to someone that amounts to... what? A fly on the wall."
Ramen fires another [N1] Red Crush at Kraktus for another 66,660 PL damage.
Post by General Kraktus on Dec 12, 2018 16:33:02 GMT -6
The Namekian pulled back. He realized it was useless to try and talk to them. They were going to fight and one of them would be defeated. Then Ramen said something that the didn't know. She claimed the wtf planned to use the wish themselves to gain power. He'd began to laugh. "I'm curious which one told you that. I'd like to know so when I get back I can give them the same speech I gave to you. Power is meaningless if you didn't earn it by sweat and pain. As for my organization. I like the ring to that. If it was the boss that was. I had a plan too, to destroy you all. Yet, my boss thought he didn't want to lose any assets to win the war. Really, if the wtf intent is to defeat you all, then I find it laughable. That is not our goal. If it was, then Boreal would still be alive instead of in some ditch where he belongs." Kraktus stated as his eyes locked at Ramen.
She may have been strong but he'd think of a way to damage her. Still, she keeps talking and he keeps making her mad. "You're lucky I don't run things. Or maybe you're unlucky. I want to have that climatic duel just as much as you lot do. Our strength versus your strength. It'd be fun to watch if we were all on the same level. Yet, we're not at that level yet. Soon though and I cannot wait for that time. It gets my blood flowing." Kraktus body bulked up slightly as a fiendish purple aura surrounded his body. She made it clear she worked hard for her strength. They worked for the dragonballs. "Orbs that belittle existence. Hunting for them nearly ended the WTF." Kraktus admitted to Ramen. "Though having that one-eyed saiyan was even worse of a choice." He'd grin. He knew Kayen was still out their somewhere. Maybe she had joined them. If so, all was not lost. There was still hope of the war he wanted to see. Yet, it may have not been fought between the WTF and the Saiyan Kingdom.
She made it clear she was human and she seemed to be trying to anger him by asking if he was embarrassed he was losing to a human. "Why would I be Embarrassed? As if your species change how strong you become. You think too little of me. Or you think too highly of yourself. As you said you earned most of your strength by blood. Yet, using the dragonballs for strength make your impressive power not as shining. Though I suppose you don't care for my ramblings." He'd watched as Ramen fired off her Attack. He'd swung all seven of his tentacles forward. A powerful hand of Pyshic energy formed and catch the Blast of energy. The Hand exploded into bits but it blocked the blast. From the smoke, Kraktus leaped forward swinging all seven of his arms down trying to hit Ramen with at least one of them. "Sadly for you. This fly can bite back. So don't go thinking your power will protect you for long!"
Up2: Soul Purge- Using his races mind power Kraktus Focuses it into his arm. It forms a massive Psychic Arm that crushes someone under its weight. Does 66 Percent of his Powerlevel in Damage. Powerlevel:60,000. Blocks Red Crush. Kp:1/3
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