Post by General Kraktus on Feb 5, 2019 21:33:47 GMT -6
Kraktus paced around his ship observing the large graphs trying to figure out how best to use his troops. He had a new batch coming. This time he'd not let any in his ship. Last time an Ozzaru blew up his ship. While he had gotten it fixed, it still stung that he had that happen to him. He clenched his fist as he smashed a nearby desk. He thought of that super saiyan he had meet. He had no time to wait to grow stronger. He needed good soldiers now. He didn't need them tomorrow when he was dead. He felt he was losing it a bit. He rubbed his temples as he took in a breath. He had to look good for the troops. If they saw a weakness they may have been rebellion. He could not have that allowed under his watch.
Kraktus walked out of the ship as he saw at least 50 new soldiers waiting in the area already in armor with another group coming forward. Being a general did have its perks. It allowed him to find the best of a group. Find soldiers perfect for serving him and molding them into warriors of the WTF. The downside was it sometimes made him a target. Kraktus face grimaced as scouter blinked checking the power levels. Nothing really stood out. Guess it was another unimpressive branch at least in the strength category. Yet on a trip back to Namek, that was what he needed. Strength and the willingness to fight no matter the odds. He'd move his hand waiting for everyone to salute him, he was the general afterall that was what he expected in a man of his postion.
When Vetur had said 'Join my WTF squad' Logan didn't exactly expect that started extending to 'oh and also go to boot camp and meet with an important general'. If he had known that was the case, Logan would've taken all two-hundred and six of bones being broken over this. Regardless, with the Arcosian taking period watch on his behavior, he couldn't exactly just skip out. Henceforth he was shuttled across the frozen island (that he was already conveniently on) to an undisclosed camp. His dismounted the transport along with three others, adding to the already formidable size of the combat unit stationed here - perhaps about fifty, give or take. Though he wished he could cause inconveniences for the army as a whole, any rebellion would probably spell his death - considering he couldn't really defend himself if attacked by a powerful foe. So he had permitted himself to don the armor with the insignia of the WTF emblazoned on it, scowling as he fell into line and ignored the other soldiers around him. He may not have been particularly powerful for the big hitters, but compared to the grunts he was just about average - towering over a great lot of them additionally.
It wasn't long before a much larger spacecraft let down its' ramp, allowing a uniformed alien to stop out - scouter visible upon his (face?), the red contrasting against the sickly aquamarine their skin was colored. He struck an imposing figure, power radiating from his figure despite being a foot under the human - Logan finding himself flinching slightly as the general came closer. The recruits around him began to do a salute, Logan hastily following suit a few seconds later as he waited for the alien to begin a speech... or something along those lines.
Post by General Kraktus on Feb 6, 2019 17:38:28 GMT -6
Everyone had follow his orders so that was a start. No point in training anyone who could not take orders. They usually were the first to die by either getting themselves killed or saying something to kill themselves. Kraktus eyes wandered around and his scouter beeping to life as it scanned the nearby powers. Nothing out of the ordinary expectations for one power. <300> was the number that caught his eye. Everyone else there was so much weaker. Sure 300 was still weak but there was potential. "You," Kraktus called out pointing towards Logan. "Step forward." He'd said motioning for him to come forward as he looked over the rest of the crowd. "He is the strongest person here. You see that everyone. Someone who came prepared to join the army. Someone with strength. We need strength but also need a mind. A sword can only cut if you hit. So I must ask recruit." Kraktus raised his hand motioning for Logan to step closer if he had not already. "Why have you joined the army. Tell everyone here let your voice be heard."
Ah fuck, really? Logan's nerves were already on edge when the Alien's gaze had settled upon him, taking all his willpower to keep from squirming with the increased amount of attention he was receiving. ...Oh. So his power was above that of these grunts. Surprising but not at the same time, honestly. Logan swallowed nervously, stepping forward. It looked like Kraktus wanted to make an example of him, though in a surprisingly positive way, at least. So far it seemed the general assumed him to be a standard recruit rather than his... questionable origins. Perhaps Vetur wished to preserve his pride? Or, at the very least, keep Logan mostly to himself...
"Sir," he said voice neutral and eyes straight ahead. "I am involved with the World Trade Fleet to better myself as a warrior and strategist, Sir." which, of course, wasn't really a lie. He had accepted Vetur's terms, which included growing more powerful. He would've preferred to not be in the WTF to do so, but when the cards were in hand there was little you could do but play them.
Post by General Kraktus on Feb 7, 2019 16:43:28 GMT -6
The man stepped forward. He seemed to be a well-built human. Good, he'd be of use in the army. Not some weakling that'd slow them all down. He'd walk over to get staring right at him. To get a good look and to make sure to hear what the man said. He wanted to be a better warrior and strategist. He'd smile, he was not just trying to be a brute. He'd clap his hands together forming a frown, "Everyone else go train with the officer. You need work before you can be like this one." Kraktus crossed his arms behind his back, "You." He'd say speaking to Logan. "Walk with me will you. I'll be bringing you to my ship." He'd say turning his back on Logan and began to walk. His scouter was still on the man so he was keeping track of his power just in case he tried to run off. Not that he'd get very far if he did. It'd only be wasting his time and Kraktus didn't like having his time wasted.
Instincts were kinda silly, weren’t they? I mean, sure, they that let ‘not let you die’ thing, but sometimes the things they did to these ends were quite annoying.
During his first spar against Hale, Nashi, regrettably, was coerced into using his signature technique, the Blue Bro Behemoth. Bringing it out was truly a mammoth task, mostly due to how finicky instincts are and how difficult it was to trick them into acting how you wanted them to. The Blue Bro Behemoth could only be brought out using some degree of instincts in high octane situations; to bring it out then, he had to hold his breath to the point where his instincts would force him to breath in, and just as that happened slap himself (which normally instincts would prevent from happening at full force), all while focusing on the traumatic memory of using the technique for the first time. His goal, now, was to increase the accessibility of the technique by increasing his control over his instincts.
Continually fighting instinct with will when holding your breath was boring, and dangerous. The next best thing was to work on the body’s instinct to not hit itself as hard as it can; while in Heaven Nashi worked on this, but for the purposes of ‘sparring against himself’ rather than anything instinctual. That’s how Nashi found himself continually punching himself across Yunzabit Heights, an environment he chose due to its frigid hostility.
With one punch in particular, Nashi was blasted off to a clearing he hadn’t seen before. He hit some grass, forming a small crater between a ship and a crowd of armored nerds. ”Gee, I really need to remember to hit myself up, not down…” Nashi got up from his crater, not a mark on him, and checked his surroundings. There was… a spaceship! Looking behind him he saw what could have only been a squid zoanthrope, Logan, a bunch of boring no-names in the background, and— wait, Logan!?
”Er, hey, Logan! Fancy seeing you here. Whatcha doing with Davy Jones over here?”
Lovely. Now he was getting abducted by capitalist calamari to board a ship to parts unknown. Vetur wouldn't be pleased with that, but it wasn't as if the Arcosian was of particularly high rank within the WTF as far as Logan could tell - while squid man here was a general. He nodded stiffly, falling silent as he followed Kraktus to the ship in slow deliberate steps. He was honestly starting to get a bit afraid on where he'd be taken and inducted to for Kami knows how long. He supposed a simple 'could I stay here?' wouldn't go over well with the general either. It seemed, for him, that all hope was lost. He glanced to the side - catching a last glimpse of the natural greenery, Nashi walking over- wait. Nani!? Nashi was here!? And he arrived in a smoking crater!?!? Logan stopped, shook, and said: "Nashi! What're you doing here, sensei? Didn't I let you know that I was scouted by a very pleasant Arcosian who didn't kill me and gave me the great honor of joining the WTF?" with each word Logan gave an overexaggerated wink and pronunciation, attempting to let the cat man clue into the fact that no - he didn't join the capitalist empire of his total free will and he'd much rather like to no longer be here but was stuck due to the guy next to him. "This is General Kraktus, who was about to escort me away from basic training." he glanced back up at the military commander, hoping that he hadn't attracted his ire considering he could probably squish Logan like a bug. And that wasn't particularly good for his health!
Post by General Kraktus on Feb 10, 2019 23:44:10 GMT -6
His scouter roared to life. <210,000!>. He'd spin right around facing the blue-haired humanoid who had arrived? Who was he and why was he here. He seemed to know the boy. And the man had the gall to call him Davy Jones. He heard a snicker in the crowd as eyes grew dark. He did not like having his authority challenged. The boy explained he had been recruited by an Aroscian who had not killed him and let him join the WTF. He'd snorted, "So someone attacked you and forced you to join. That not gonna show any loyalty." He'd looked at Nashi. "I'm also not Davy Jones. He wishes he was me." He corrected the cat man. He'd crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, I was going to train you myself. You unlike the rest of them have a spark of potential. I assume your friend disagrees with the notion I should train you and make you a servant of the Federation." He'd asked Nashi waiting to see how he responded. Things could go from zero to a hundred really quick.
”Oh, you know, I just happened to punch myself here. No biggie.”
Logan was speaking in weird tones. There were only two explanations: either he was trying to communicate with subtext, he was being possessed by a ghost or some manner of alien parasite or mind-altering technology, or this was the doing of Maple. Yes, that’s three options, but two tends to become three anyway around the 50kPL point. ”What? No, you never said anything about—”Wait.”Oh, of course, you’re referring to that time with, ya know, the thing, that happened, and you said stuff about it. Of course.” Logan was telling him about a thing that never happened, and Nashi was clever enough to figure out he was supposed to play along. Considering the rest of what he had to say, Logan wasn’t scouted by not an Arcosian who wasn’t very pleasant, probably only mildly pleasant who did kill Logan and gave him the great dishonour of not joining the WTF! Something about that seemed fishy but Nashi was too preoccupied to figure out what. And there here was not Kraktus, who was not a general— that much was obvious, given that Davy Jones was a captain— and who was not escorting Logan away to advanced training. Nashi understood perfectly, with the strict exception of all of the things to be understood.
”He must have gotten his wish granted.” Maybe this guy successfully gathered the Dragon Balls. Yes, that would explain it.
”The Federwhatnow?” Ledinjin, the FPR, that had something to do with a Federation, right? ‘Rebellion to restore the Federation of Planets’, or something. They were opposed to the Fleet, which— hey, didn’t Logan say these guys were ‘WTF’? That meant Fleet. This is a bad guy!
”Yeah.” Things were getting serious. Nashi’s face turned stern. ”Yeah, I take issue with that big time.” Nashi released some of his blue aura. It was compact, since Nashi had mastered it a great deal (it was truly permanent, after all), but there was a deep power in it also. He entered the Leopard Kung Fu stance, each hand positioned in ‘paws’ at varying heights in front of his face. ”I’m going to take my friend home now, where he is treasured as a person as opposed to a tool. And, if you disagree with that notion? Then I suppose I’ll just have to show you your locker.” Geddit? Because, Davy Jones’ Locker, a metaphor for… and, he’s a… Anyway.
Logan shuffled awkwardly, not yet abandoning Kraktus' side out of fear of retribution. Nashi showing up was a welcome, if unexpected and complicated, thing to have happened. He wasn't particularly sure what he should do...? So instead he took only a few steps down the ramp, turning to face the WTF general to explain. "Yes, this is my teacher and friend, Nashi. He'd be very adamant about bringing me back with him - perhaps as much as you are in recruiting me. To be blunt, it is not in my capacity to so freely choose such an important decision, so I leave it between you two." For now was the unspoken message behind his words as Logan straightened back up, having hoped he appeased Kraktus enough to not draw his ire. If he turned full rebel, Vetur may catch wind and that wouldn't likely end well for Logan or his recently un-snapped bones. He didn't fear the pain as much as he did the thought of them hurting anyone else he was connected to. Nashi's words, while honestly funny, wasn't boding well for a non-violent solution here. He knew Nashi was super tough, but Kraktus wouldn't be a General of the World Trade Fleet for nothing - he'd likely put up strong resistance if push came to shove. And if or when it did, Logan was powerless to help in both senses of the meaning. He was too weak to actually hurt Kraktus, and couldn't risk retribution further down the line for direct insubordination... for now.
Post by General Kraktus on Feb 12, 2019 15:27:51 GMT -6
This was really odd. Both of them were talking like they lost some brain cells. But he paid it little mind keeping his eye on Nashi. He was a lot stronger than the boy. Then he said something about the wish and the federation. He’d paused. The Wish he had no idea what that guy was going about? What wish would he get? Namek only had dragonballs.“My Mistake I didn’t mean Federation. I’m getting everything mixed up today. Suppose that what I get. It's Tuesday after all. Everything is fucked up on Tuesday.” Kraktus mused. Tuesday was always an unlucky day for people. “I meant the Fleet. But I suppose a Federation would be the leader of the fleet if we had any. Or a Dictatorship but that does not have the same ring to it don’t you agree.” He’d asked the two of them.
Things had also become more difficult. The Catman was not going to let his friend go. His friend Logan also was not going to decide himself. But it seemed to him that he wanted to leave. He was annoyed that they sent this whitewash recruits. Viens began to form on his forehead. This was second-time people were tricking him first was Carro. Nashi finished of saying some stuff as Kraktus sighed. “Yes, I see. He can leave.” He said as he grabbed a button from his coat. “You, however, will not.” He’d press it as a bright white beam hit him from his ship. He knew he had to transform to stand any chance. His form changed into a hulking mass of tentacles and a twisting maw. His teeth clicked as he grinned. “So you really want to try to stop me, Boy.” He’d call to Nashi. “From the ears and tail, I assume your mother was a cat. It makes sense for you to think you can defeat someone like me but didn’t your mother ever tell you.” He’d launch his tentacle arm aimed to slam and knock Nash aside if they hit. “The sea has creatures that eat cats like you!”
Son of the Sea Powerlevel:175,000
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2019 15:28:17 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added powerlevel
Nashi was 700x more powerful than Logan. It wasn’t especially relevant, but it was especially neat. ‘Logan’ was a useful unit of power measurement, but not quite as pleasing to the mind as the far more established ‘Raditz’ system. Someone should really make a table out of that, but unfortunately no one is that much of a nerd. Wait…
Logan, Nashi noticed, was being quite neutral in his wording. He mustn’t have wanted Kraktus to turn his ire towards him, but Nashi felt it was quite silly. After all, couldn’t Logan sense that Nashi was actually four hundred septillion times more stronger than Kraktus? Nashi couldn’t sense ki and couldn’t afford a scouter-enabled phone, but he was pretty sure the margin in power was somewhere in that range.
… Wait, so did Davy Jones wish he was Kraktus or not? Yes, or no, it hardly mattered. Because it was a Tuesday. Yes, that must be it.
”Aw yeah? Well how about I— wait, ‘yes’?” Nashi wasn’t expecting Kraktus to agree. He was expecting a fight, which he’d then inevitably win. It was almost as if— ah, there it is. Nashi’s shocked expression turned to a serious, knowing smile.
A white beam came out from the ship. Nashi prepared to dodge but that ended up not being necessary; for it was not the cat that the ship shot at, but the squid! Within moments the vaguely person-like thing that was Kraktus turned into a swarming mass of tentacles, eyes, teeth and backs that was also, apparently, Kraktus. ”Ugly feller, aren’t you?”
Nashi resisted the urge to make a slight correction. His mother, Perry, was half Immortal Fairy Cat™ native to Otherworld, but he was half right. Good enough, given what he was expecting.
Quickly entering his Leopard Kung Fu stance, Nashi struck away the amorphous-yet-morphous mass of what may be mockingly called ‘limb’. ”Oh yeah?” He didn’t especially understand the quip, given that cats weren’t known to travel on ships or swim all that much. Did that mean that sea creatures would go up to the land to eat cats? Spooky. ”Well fish is a common ingredient in catfood!” He said it as if it were a far better quip than it actually was.
”Eat this, Thing-That-Clogs-Up-The-Drain! Blue Bro Ball!” Nashi formed up a sphere of blue ki in his hands, tossed it above him, jumped and struck it with the Power Pole (like it was a tennis ball and the staff a racket) squid-wards!
[A1] Blue Bro Ball used, for 69,300PL, against Squidward! Did you get that, by the way? Squid-wards. Hah. please laugh
Well. That went from zero to a hundred in an instant. One second, Kraktus had been taunting Nashi about eating cats - and the next his ship fired a laser beam at him which turned the Aquatic General into something that looked like it came ripped right out of a Cthulu mythos book. Neat. Nashi, for his part, was blue. Logan could tell his Power Level had spiked, but, unless he was completely blanking out not much else appeared different. Either way, standing next to a battle where a stray attack could instantly kill him was probably not the play to make, so Logan decided simply to back up a couple steps, watching in curiosity as the battle begun. A few of the other recruits who were still in the immediate area had also come over to watch and place bets, money swapping hands as the writhing mass of grossness did battle with a magical cat and his extending pole of justice.
Post by General Kraktus on Feb 14, 2019 10:34:07 GMT -6
He was strong. His first blows were knocked away by Nashi. So his scouter read the truth. Nashi seemed to not of liked his comeback because he made one that was worse in his mind. He would have said something but he decided to just focus on fighting and not lose focus on someone just as strong as he was. Then Nashi threw his attack right at him his scouter beeping to life. It was a powerful attack he’d need to defend himself. One of his tentacles formed a mass of purple energy which transformed into a hand. He’d spun it around slamming it into the ball of energy and causing an explosion. Both attacks were gone now and from the smoke, one of his tentacles jetted out trying to slap Nashi around once more. Kraktus looked over at Logan briefly noting the boy had decided to stay out for now. He was glad the human knew his place on the battlefield. He was strong but he was not ready to play with the big boys.
N1:Soul Claw. Both attacks clash and Fizzle. No Damage Kp:2/3
To counteract Nashi’s blue ball, the wet mop made of flesh shot out its own slapping purple hand thing. Blue and purple collided in a terrific, terrible, terror-filled blast of blurple that nine out of then doctors would agree was filled to the brim with terror.
”Now, now, I don’t think you heard me clearly. I said:” Nashi whacked away the tentacle that flew towards him with a quick motion of the Power Pole. He wasn’t scared, why would he be? He was fighting a lobster and a squid each in the process of eating each other, except with legs. And he wasn’t afraid of lobster, or squid, or legs, so he had no reason to be afraid of whatever this guy was supposed to be.
”Blue!” You know the drill. ”Bro!” A ball of blue formed up in his hand. ”Baaaaaazinga!”
For a Blue Bro Ball was not what Nashi was going to use. Instead, he was going absorb his energy back into himself, and bonk the ceaseless yet soon-to-cease mass of ‘life’ full force with the Power Pole with a strong up-to-down force. Bet he wasn't expecting that! Immediately after making contact he’d retract it back down again so Tentacle mcSquid couldn’t try to grab it with one of his many, many, holy shit that’s a lot of appendages.
”I never got your name, by the way!” Or, if he did (which he didn’t), it must have been a very forgettable name indeed. ”I’m Nashi, but you can call me ‘oh, by the Kais, I give up’. Or at least I’ll think you think that’s my name, since you’ll be saying it a whoooole lot.”
Power Pole special ability used. 69,300PL towards Kraktus. Because Power Pole, and no KP was used, +1KP.
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