Ramen
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Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Feb 24, 2019 15:20:28 GMT -6
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS
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The weeks following the liberation of Vegeta had seen the war fall dormant to many minds. But the Trade Fleet had continued to operate on Earth, working towards its bleak future for that world its usual callous disregard for the lives they toyed with. They had suffered defeats here and there, without a doubt: the battle on Namek had cost them their most capable general and their most vicious soldier. But it seemed no number of defeats would stay their hand: they had nothing to fear but the loss of a few expendable warriors. But while it seemed nothing would so much as give them pause, that didn't mean they couldn't be met with a just reprisal. Their war would no longer be against passive defenders.
To that end, Ramen and a squad of her fighters, trained during that very war on Namek, had made their way to Arcose. An hour and a half before they intended to make their presence known, a transmission would be broadcast across the capital. It was a warning to evacuate on the grounds that a catastrophic event was about to occur: an asteroid, made of a metal too powerful to be safely destroyed in the atmosphere. At first, the report was dismissed. But another came fifteen minutes later from one of the planet’s monitoring stations. With proper encoding, the reality of this supposed threat sunk in for the wealthy, Arcosian population. Evacuations would begin almost immediately.
At one half hour to impact, the streets of the Capital had quieted. Some remained: the suspicious and stubborn, those who refused to believe that such could happen to their beloved city. Those who thought they could stop this freakish disaster in its tracks. For some it was personal, a desire to protect a home they held dear: to others, it was more patriotic than that. The gilded skyline of the Capital spoke of unmatched wealth: the fruits of an empire that existed only in the world of exchange. Even the most hardened foes of the Trade Fleet would have to begrudgingly admit that there was beauty here… along with a whole lot of decadence.
But any illusion surrounding this mysterious natural disaster was soon quashed. Another transmission came, this one bearing truth. There was no asteroid or any other cataclysmic event. The city was indeed under threat… but it was from a war that many here couldn’t bring themselves to care about before today..
“Any civilians who haven’t left the city,” came a voice. “Do so now. This city will be reduced to rubble… consider this an act of kindness that you didn’t show us.”
There was no further explanation needed. Though the woman in the message did not identify herself, she spoke with the haughty inflection of a Saiyan elite. They were the natural enemy, aside from that… the only ones with the motivation to attempt something on this scale. That warning may have been enough to convince a few more residents to leave, but it also drew defenders back to the city. More time might have been helpful, but too much time would have meant forces arriving from other planets. It couldn't be helped if some chose to remain. Ramen had wanted to offer time for evacuations. Her lieutenant had wanted to strike immediately. This was the middle-ground.
One half-hour later, the Earthling and her fighters emerged. Within moments, their power-levels registered across every scouter within range. But they weren't about to wait for the Arcosians to come out and meet them. There was no time to waste, and they burned a trail through the sky en route to the Capital. Most of them were average, the same sorts of fighters you might expect to find on any other planet. But the one leading them was another story entirely, and with a storm of red lightning following in her wake, she struck a terrifying image for her adversaries. Even without the power reading.
“Hold off the defenders,” Ramen commanded to her lieutenant as they crested over the outskirts of the city. “I’ll handle the rest.”
The lieutenant, the same woman whose message had no doubt been replayed countless times across the city by now, nodded in confirmation before peeling off with the rest of the warriors. There were only six or seven of them, but they formed a defensive line around their leader. The defenders wouldn't be far behind, and soon the skies were alight with energy blasts as the two sides engaged. Doubtless, the Arcosians held the upper-hand against the Saiyan fighters. But their mission wasn't to overwhelm the defenders: it was only to hold them off and to stall for time. Soon, an orb of energy caused the sky to glow in brilliant crimson, as the crackling electricity that surrounded its source grew to a nightmarish pitch.
It was one final warning to those below of what was to come.
WARNING - DEATH ENABLED THREAD
Ramen is powering an attack that will destroy the inner core of the Freeza Capital! If she is not challenged within 72 hours, this will succeed. She is focusing her attack on the core of the city, allowing the less affluent outskirts as well as wide stretches of the rest of the city to survive more or less intact.
Accordingly, her success here will radically alter the nature of this board and likely spawn a new sub-board.
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 25, 2019 16:15:34 GMT -6
Mollusc had been heading to Arosce to explore its land. Really Mollusc wanted to gather knowledge. After leaving the Kingdom it has been what he been searching for. Without a purpose, he was lost. Maybe if he went from planet to planet he could find one. Arosce was different from the rest of the universe and their foe. But what made them their foe? Surely there was a reason. Maybe they were just misguided like he was. When he had arrived there was a panic. Some people worrying about some lady who was going to blow up part of a city. Mollusc had decided to check it out. When he had arrived his worst fears had been confirmed. He knew who this was.
In the sky above was Ramen. Red hair and a new set of armor it seemed like. She seemed closer to Kayen then the Ramen he knew. She was going to blow up the city. Sure no one seemed to be around but these were still homes of people. He wanted to understand these people. Mollusc made a rash decision. He was not ally of the Kingdom. Kayen even had said it when he was defending Vegeta. He was no ally of Arosce either. So he staked his own claim. Mollusc crossed his legs and sat down in the middle of the city. If Ramen fired her attack then he’d prob get blasted and the city still leveled. But he didn’t think she’d do that. She’d prob want to know why her friend was sitting in the middle of the street waiting. He didn’t move a muscle he just sat there and waited. Even with the battle above, he'd let them fight. The Arosicans versus the Saiyan was not why he was here. He was there for the city.
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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 Feb 25, 2019 16:34:53 GMT -6
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS| Ramen's PL: 2,080,000 (Base 130,000 - x16 Modifier) |
The growing battle was raging around Ramen as more defenders peeled away from the city to engage the skeleton force of Saiyans. But they would have to hold out even longer than she had expected as someone appeared that stayed her hand, at least for now. It was hard not to recognize Mollusc's energy when she locked onto it, and seeing him there in the middle of the city, just -- sitting down. She groaned to herself and allowed the orb to vanish in her palm. For now, the storm over the Freeza Capital was allowed to subside.
"Hold off here for a little longer!" Ramen shouted, before dipping into a dive down towards the center of the city. If he was sitting there waiting for her, there was a good chance he wanted her to come down there. No doubt he would try to talk her out of this course of action. She knew full well he had concerns about the Saiyans, but she doubted very much she could talk him into this particular act. After all -- she didn't have much more than trust to go off of.
Within moments, she planted down into the ground near the Namekian, dusting herself off as bits of debris scattered from her touchdown. She spared time for one glance over her shoulder to the Saiyans fighting above: she couldn't afford to spend so much time here that she lost any of her own here. This was supposed to be quick.
"I don't think I need to tell you that this isn't a good place to be sitting," she scolded, lips curling into a frown. Although her eyes shone a crimson red courtesy of her new transformation, she didn't seem all that different from her usual self just yet. "I'm fully aware that this looks bad, but just trust me on this one. We've tried to make sure the people around here got evacuated... as long you don't sit here in the street, this will be the most bloodless act of war I could have managed."
Anticipating the protest, she added, "They're like an infestation on Earth. Picking off easy targets the minute they think they can get away with it. They don't get to turn my planet into their sandbox without reprisal."
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 25, 2019 17:43:57 GMT -6
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In the movies, the super-villains always had such grandiose, infallible plans. How unrealistic, he thought, inwardly mocking their preparation. They're so strong. Why do they need to plan things out? But, perhaps now, he saw their meticulous plotting in a new light- a new light that he could now apply to himself, as he darted through the icy skies of Arcose. He realized, perhaps, that you didn't always have the power to bend a situation to your will- no, sometimes, you needed to know what you were going to do.
Synthesia knew what he was going to do.
He had waited for this moment, waited with baited breath, in a pod in orbit around Arcose. He had stolen an airship and left his beloved earth, with nothing but a few potted plants to look at while he was in the dark, unfeeling void of space. He was alone, but the bird-themed pod he had stolen was intuitive, and it didn't take long for Synthesia to be blasting towards Arcose. When he arrived, it was quiet. The next day? Quiet. This gave him time- time to plan for the inevitable- the inevitability of a Saiyan attack. They were revised- they must want revenge. He knew.
Now, someone was planning on blowing up the city. Bingo.
His pod landed while they evacuated, and he raced through the unfamiliar skies as fast as he could- it didn't take long for him to meet the perpetrator. Strangely enough, it was someone he knew.
"...Ramen..." He croaked out, easily locating the redhead in the skies. She descended, but he followed, catching the tail end of her talk with a Namekian. Needless to say, it already seemed like the inevitable was going to happen here.
But Synthesia was going to try. He needed to try.
"...Ramen, please, call off the attack." Synthesia descended, the prideful fire that usually ignited his face replaced with a subdued, tired look. "I've, I've thought about this a long while. Destroying this city will bring more harm then it will prevent. I promise you."
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 25, 2019 19:38:35 GMT -6
Mollusc sat there as Ramen had come down. Guess that had worked. She made a note this was a bad spot to be sitting. He looked up and nodded but didn’t say a thing. Not yet he was going to wait and see her reasoning. She tried to explain herself, how this was not as bad as it looked. She had let everyone go flee if they wanted too and go find somewhere else to be. As long as he moved no one had to die. “So If I don’t move you’ll shoot,” Mollusc said a frown on his face. She noted that they had been a problem on Earth as well. So she needed to send a message. “So why not rid of them on Earth?” Mollusc frowned. “Instead you're here. Who's houses are you blowing up? The people hurting your friends or the people following those who are?” Mollusc posed.
“I don’t care that your trying to do the right thing. Because your not. People on Earth are dying, that is true and they needed someone to stop the bloodshed. I don’t care if you blow this place up. I don’t even care if you went rampaging down the street and took out all the leaders.” Mollusc said rubbing his head nose. “If you blow up this City the WTF will fight back fiercer than ever. Before it was a fight for conquest it will become one of survival. Maybe they will fight in a straight battle but I doubt it. Seeing how Strong Kayen was. She is a super saiyan now. Surprised me, but I guess it makes sense.” He waved his hand he had gotten off track. He didn’t have a lot of time. “What is your plan after. If this does not have your desired effect. How far will you go. If you ask me, you’ll go too far. I won’t allow my friend to do something boneheaded. So go home. I’m not moving from this spot till you go.” Mollusc said stubbornly. He had seen the plant person arrived but he was focused on Ramen. His arms sat on his lap waiting if Ramen decided to try something stupid.
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Ramen
Administrator
PL: 217,000
Akuma no Gisei (x16T) Soul Mastery (x24P)
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Post by Ramen on Feb 25, 2019 21:01:53 GMT -6
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS| Ramen's PL: 2,080,000 (Base 130,000 - x16 Modifier) |
Before she had a chance to hear Mollusc's reasoning, that annoying Pride Trooper appeared in the sky, as if from nowhere. She really hoped she hadn't some how picked him up as a stalker after that last, blood-pressure-raising meeting. Despite his usual snobby attitude, he just seemed... tired. Resigned, almost. Whatever it was, he wasn't pleased to see her actions here either. She appreciated the sentiment, and she knew she probably would have agreed with it just a couple short months ago. But now, that kind of thinking just didn't seem to be enough.
"How will it do more harm than good..?" she turned towards the Trooper. "We've been locked in an undeclared war with the Trade Fleet for so long now. The Saiyan Kingdom even longer. No matter how many little camps they have dotted around Earth or Namek or whatever, you can't deny that this place--"
She waved her hand back to indicate the city. Decadent, to her eyes.
"This place was built off of the funds of every stupid, self-centered thing that Fleet has done. We can't win a war if the only thing we do is sit on Earth and let them casually attack us when they feel the urge."
Unfortunately, what had seemed obvious proved to be a reality as Mollusc himself made it known he was in opposition to the attack. She glanced back at him and huffed, but shook her head fiercely. "I'm not going to take it too far. I'm not one of them. I'm not even a Saiyan. I want to stop the bloodshed, but there's nothing I can do if the Fleet just hides all the time. And I don't want to wait until they kill a few more thousand to come in and slap the wrist of whatever replaceable soldier they've sent that particular day."
"So--" she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm going to blow up their palace and their high-rises and whatever other luxury nonsense they've got nestled here in the heart of their favourite city. I'll destroy banks and markets, whatever. It won't end the threat, but it's a start."
"I'm tired of letting them get away with everything. This makes sense!"
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 26, 2019 14:59:10 GMT -6
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"Is that really what you think? Let me tell you what I think is going to happen if you follow through with this." He spoke in a dull, muted tone, casting his gaze across the city filled with the species in which he despised. He hated every bit of them- their aggressiveness, their arrogance, their tendency to conquer, all of it. None of it had any merit in his Earth.
Or at least, that was what he used to think. To some extent, he still believed it, even as he was putting himself in harms way for them. That wasn't what was important, though- Ramen, for as infuriating as she was, loved Earth as well. Synthesia couldn't ignore that fact- and if he was lucky, she wouldn't ignore it, either.
"It would be one thing if you were attacking the Fleet. I'd help you, if you were. But you aren't. You're attacking Arcose, not the Fleet." Synthesia stared at the ground as he spoke, thinking over the carefully-rehearsed words he had planned to say for so many days. "...That's like attacking the entirety of North City just because some bad people live there. It doesn't make any sense- and, on top of that, you cause even more problems."
Synthesia glanced at the redhead, and at the Namekian sitting below her. The Namekian had the right idea, but he clearly wasn't getting through to her. "Those Arcosians who didn't agree with the Fleet's actions might now be more sympathetic- they won't hear that you destroyed the upscale portion of Frieza City, they'll see that you attacked Frieza City. Then, they'll hold a grudge against you, and you've now made more enemies." Synthesia then spread his arms out, motioning to the city all around him.
"And what do you think is going to happen when they need to rebuild the city? Best way to do that is with the Dragonballs- so that means a bunch of Arcosians fight for the dragonballs, some of which might have been our allies, if you hadn't destroyed the city, in order to repair it. More bloodshed. More damage to Earth." Synthesia dropped his arms, rubbing his eyes of the fatigue that plagued them. Perhaps when he put his mind to something, really saw it through, he wasn't nearly as incompetent as he came off to be.
"I don't like Arcosians either. Not at all. But this isn't the right move- if you want to attack the Fleet, attack the Fleet, not Arcose."
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Kalt
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Post by Kalt on Feb 26, 2019 16:15:35 GMT -6
PL: 10,000 | No transformations or effects active
"Then again, if the Fleet didn't take the first strike, they could one day find themselves on the receiving end of vengeful Saiyans..."
The victory of being correct was bitter. A foul, rotten, horrible feeling which entangled his emotions and kept them locked in a twisting maze of locks and branches, no one feeling coming out on top victorious. One moment, he had been taking a ship en route to the capital as planned, and the next it was in danger. They were warned. A blip had come about on his trip, waved off by the attendants as nothing more than paranoia and predictions. An asteroid turned into what amounted to an invasion. The Arcosian, having arrived during the evacuations, had done his part to assist. The Frieren Family and their factories were proud of the people they employed and the communities they helped - it was his duty first and foremost to help all who needed it.
His status and manpower at his disposal did greatly to help, funneling and sorting through the crowds of civilians as they were taken to a border station outside of the city - a solemn affair that was built with such a scenario in mind. Among those leaving in fear of their lives was not just the wealthy. People of all status and gender were fleeing. They didn't understand why. Perhaps it was for the best.
So many souls. Displaced and nearly killed over a grudge.
...It wasn't right. The destruction of Freeza Capital wouldn't harm the Fleet in a meaningful way in the long run. A blow to their pride and dip in the treasury? Of course. Then who was to bear the remainder of the punishment... other than the people. Kalt himself supported the Fleet, to an extent. He backed them out of fear that an event like this would take hold of the city - he backed them because his estimations of this shadow war being fought out of revenge rather than that of a direct conflict were well founded and proven.
Yet, in the end, he knew not of what the WTF did outside of Arcose. His priority and focus, as was the same with most Arcosians still on the planet, weren't on conquering. Not every last one of them believed in superiority. This was not an act of war - it was an act of terrorism. Long ago shed were his armor and cape, leaving the Arcosian to stand with only his bio-armor against the still air of Freeze Capital. He didn't know who exactly was leading this offensive manuever. He didn't know if they were Saiyan or not. He didn't know if their anger was justified. Answers to any such things, however, were meaningless.
The small act of mercy in allowing an evacuation beforehand was appreciated, but it did not wipe away the fact that they had publicly announced their intentions to 'reduce the city to rubble'. For the first time in his life, Kalt was afraid. True, primal fear. What little progress he thought he'd made in his training was instantly dashed away - replaced by a burning desire to turn tail and flee along with everyone else.
...But he refused.
It would mean turning his back on everything he'd done up until now. He had held no grudge when his mother, father, and fiance were brutally murdered just for being Arcosian. He had held no grudge when he was born into a working-class family, silently breaking himself daily just to advance another millimeter up the social rung. To run and hide in the face of the enemy was to be shameless.
He glanced upwards, cognizant of the futile attempts to defend the city by what soldiers remained. They were outmatched. Even if in a wild turn of events they managed to reach the supposed leader, the sheer power radiating from them was more than enough for Kalt to guess the guards wouldn't stand a chance in hell of stopping her from destroying them and the city.
Kalt took a step forward, closer to the epicenter. He was lucky that the invading force's soldiers were pre-occupied, otherwise he himself would've likely fallen as a target. He took another step, shivering as the waves of energy continued to roll off the woman encased in red, his body all but screaming at him to retreat. Another. And another. Even if any of them knew how to sense energy, his abysmal reading likely wouldn't sound any alarms. Soon enough, he was close enough to shout - eyes settling closer to examine who was here.
The woman from before - missing a tail. A Namekian, calmly planted in the middle of the street. A boy, draped in white with flowing green hair.
Kalt hesitated. It was not too late to turn back. Getting this close was almost certainly a death sentence. His body shook, hands clenching together as his nails drew a thin stream of blood from his palm.
"P-please..." His voice was quiet and shaky, his breath coming in uneven intervals. "You m-musn't..."
Damn it all. Why was it so hard!? He'd tossed aside his pride years ago! Swallowing it now and begging for the city to be spared shouldn't be this difficult! "STOP!" That time, it came in the form of a shout. "STOP IT! PLEASE!" One hand was outstretched, almost as if he expected a handshake and a pleasant apology. "I know not your own reasons for deciding upon this course of action... but please. I beg of you. This isn't the way to resolve issues." He fell to his knees, hoping his words were getting through. "I shall grovel before you myself, on my hands and knees if I must! You've no reason to listen to me... I, who am nothing but a bug to be squashed at your leisure..." His head hung low. "If you wish to take out anger on the Arcosians, take me in their stead. These people...! They are innocent of all crimes you could think!"
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 26, 2019 17:33:11 GMT -6
Did she want to stop the bloodshed? Blowing up a city was not stopping anything. Mollusc huffed. “I never said sit around Ramen. I said you need to take out the leaders, not their buildings.” He countered. They won’t hide for long. As I said I'm not much worried about the consequence of today. It is about the future.” Mollusc arms rested on his legs as he saw Ramen was not attacking yet. She went on to note she was just going to blow up some buildings. That was what this was. A temper tantrum to him anyway. He had to admit perhaps he’d of acted that way in the past. But Ramen’s own advice had given him a clearer path in his mind what he needed to do. “Ramen. Your not blowing up the city.” Mollusc said as if he was talking to a kid a frown on his face.
He was about to speak but then Syn spoke. She was talking not the WTF but she was attacking Arosce city. That was a good point, it was not like they were the one waring with them. It was just the military of the Aroscians at least how he saw it. Big difference between the Kingdom and the people living on Vegeta. The plant person also noted that when they needed to rebuild they prob try the dragonballs leading to more fighting. “Those are really good points. Thanks, plant lady.” He’d wave and turn looking at Ramen. He raised his hand again but someone else had run up. An Aroscian who seemed to beg her not to blow up. He tried to beg as Mollusc waved his hand, “No need to beg. She won’t destroy the city.” Mollusc got up looking down at Ramen. “I will not fight you. But I won’t leave. If you want to go try to stop the war. Go to the leader of Arosce tell them if they don’t join you in the fight against the WTF or denounce them then you will declare war on them as well. Make the WTF coming from their hole by slowly yanking their home from them. Blowing up some buildings won’t do that.”
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 26, 2019 17:41:59 GMT -6
Kalabas sat alone in his pod, silent and deaf to the machines that walled him off from the infinite vacuum between the stars. Through his window he saw Arcose, a sordid little planet defiled by its own children, a primordial chunk of ice now turned into a wretched hive, not one of scum and villainy but arcosians, their subjects, and slaves. Battlestations, ships, soldiers, like frenzied swarms they protected their hive against the dozens of Saiyan Kingdom pods coming their way - all but Kalabas’ were manned by machines, yet in all of them were warriors, bio-warriors. Saibamen to be exact, as powerful as they come, sedated beyond function yet alive, tools ready to serve with their deaths. The Fleetmen fired their blasts as Kalabas put on his seatbelt, just in time to hit his head on the control panel instead of being throw into deep space by the chain of explosions. He cauterized the shallow cut with a flick of his thumb as the chaos unfurled around him, surprised but not startled when a body hit his ship and turned into a meaty red splatter. The Duke spearheaded the charge further into Arcose’s airspace, soon reaching its lower orbit, briefly followed by his drone ships, their batteries spent at last. He watched them fall, whistling as they turned the twisted black spires below into flaming debris. He smacked his lips, a sharp smile curling them as he broadcasted a message to the entire planet “People of Arcose, rejoice! The time of your reckoning is now! Your wanton slaughters, your cruel dealings, your bondage over the North Galaxy end today! So says I, Kalabas Strongbone, Duke of Strongbone, in the name of all of saiyankind and every people and nation that stands against your barbarous ways!”“Little more than a year ago Vegeta fell to your forces. Millions of my brothers and sisters were purged, many more put in shackles, and for what reason were these heinous acts carried out? It was not hatred that guided your murderous hand, nor ambition or zeal! It was weakness. You are not deceived, I said WEAKNESS! Of every empire, the Fleet proudly stands at the weakest, the most fragile! It reigns through terror, of its people expects the worst, cultivates the worst! It emboldens the perverse soul, it seeds fear and loathing in every heart! Your wills are not your own, your fates are not your own, your very lives were forfeit for those in your command! Fear ensure loyalty, and the Fleet knows this well! But fear no more... Good people of Arcose, the Saiyan Kingdom has come to your aid!”“FOR THE KINGDOM! FOR VEGETA AND ITS ALLIES AND THEIR PEOPLE! FOR EVERY SOUL CLAIMED! FOR EVERY PLANET CONQUERED! DEATH TO THE WORLD TRADE FLEET AND WOE TO THE VANQUISHED!”“HUZZAH!” Kalabas kicked open the hatch and hopped off of his pod, launching himself at the gathering of power levels on the other side of the planet, his aura raging mighty and imperious as his powerful hand caught hold of Kalt’s neck. “How bloated must your ego be, little arcosian, to think your life is worth those of a thousand million others?” he sighed “Perhaps… it is!” He turned to Ramen, his steel vice grip tightening with each passing moment “Commander Ramen, forgive my intrusion. Is this creature, this bug to be squashed - as he put it so well - , as worthy as he says? How many of our people has he killed, this enemy of ours?” A ball of ki surged next to the frost demon's head, shining with purple haze.
Kalabas joins the fray!
Base PL: 89,000
Ooz. PL: 445,000
Ooz. PL + To Arms!: 534,000/178,000
KP: 3/3
Kalabas charges up [A1] Execution Beam (PL: 29,370)!
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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 Feb 26, 2019 20:04:51 GMT -6
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS| Ramen's PL: 2,080,000 (Base 130,000 - x16 Modifier) |
"Let me try to process this..."
At this point, Ramen was getting frustrated. She knew a lot of people wouldn't be comfortable with an attack like this, but for them to show up here, at the worst possible moment to preach at her -- it was a stroke of miserable luck. So now she had to waste time while her own soldiers fought for their lives in the skies above trying to convince them. And everything she knew about these two told her that this would be a long argument. One that would probably be more like beating her head against a brick wall than actually talking.
"We shouldn't attack this place because the Fleet aren't the only ones here. Because it would be just too mean to blow up a few important buildings and they might want to get back at us. Because they're apparently so incompetent they would need to rebuild with the Dragon Balls even if the loss of life is almost non-existent."
The attack might not have been the most savory thing in the world, but to her it made perfect sense. The appearance of the begging Arcosian did sting a little, but she did her best to swallow the regrets he had managed to provoke. It felt bad to reduce someone to such a mess, but how many people had probably begged for their life at the hands of the Fleet and their Arcosian benefactors only to be struck down? She regarded him for a moment, but pried her eyes away and let out a sharp huff.
And then, there was Mollusc. Trying to scold her here, after everything. "I'm not going to blow up the whole city, that's not the point. I want to level a district or two. Maybe this doesn't make sense to you two, but do you know how this looks to me?" she glared at them each in turn. "You're not thinking this through -- either of you. Instead, you're trying to paralyze us to inaction. Fighting the Trade Fleet on Earth is an impossible task. They're cowards."
"If we can't hit them somewhere," she insisted. "Then there's nothing we can do but wait while they continue to suck their thumbs, waiting for us to turn our backs... and then another Satan City happens. Another Vegeta happens. No, Arcose isn't all Fleet--but this money came from somewhere, and even if this is just a shot across the bow. We have to do something to them."
As she was arguing, Kalabas' dramatic message played across the city. Even at this tense moment, she had to bite back a laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of everything coming out of his mouth. It would be good to have him here, despite their past disagreements: he would be able to help talk sense to Mollusc and Synthesia, surely. She put the argument to the side for the moment and turned to greet her fellow with a casual, two-fingered salute. But as he launched himself forward to grab the Arcosian, that same regret began to creep over her -- no, it was some sort of guilt.
She shut her eyes and released a frustrated breath. This was turning into a mess. She had the power to put an end to this right now, but she knew she couldn't. "... Good to see you, Duke. I know the Arcosian has probably committed countless crimes before. But for the sake of sticking to the plan and not... jumping to conclusions--"
She let out another annoyed breath, turning her attention back to Synthesia and Mollusc. Back to the unwinnable argument.
"Just knock him out. And drop him off... somewhere in the outskirts. I told them to evacuate to begin with."
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 27, 2019 16:08:15 GMT -6
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Things were quickly escalating- an Arcosian arrived, and just as soon as he arrived, his neck was grasped by a peculiar man, no doubt another Saiyan who had decided to break out the form due to the circumstances. Without thinking, his lithe form darted in front of the Duke's, between the shimmering orb of Ki and the Arcosian, who was still stuck in the Saiyan's grasp. As for said Saiyan, Synthesia sneered at him, almost more enraged that he had forced him to protect an Arcosian then he was at his apparent genocidal urges.
"Do you see, Ramen? This Arcosian is begging for his life, for his city, and the first thing you jump to is that he's a war criminal. Doesn't your own soldier right there seem far more like the war criminal than the Arcosian here who's begging for his life? That's ridiculous! Are you hearing yourself?" Apparently, some of the fatigue had been replaced with adrenaline, the child of nature laying out his arguments as clear as day.
"Arcosians like this one are the ones you're hurting with your action. Perhaps some of these corporations fund Fleet activity, but there's so many other ways you could prevent them from doing so. First-" Synthesia spread his arms out, motioning towards the entire city. "Figure out who's supplying the Fleet, and who's making an honest business for themselves. Target them, if you want- you can figure out where they get resources, starve them that way. No, instead, you decide to 'level a few districts.' Don't pass this off as something small! It's not small, even if your damage on the city seems like it is! Do you want to make an enemy of every Arcosian, just like the Arcosians decided to make an enemy out of every single Saiyan? Don't do that! We gain nothing- you're the one that's not thinking this through! If the fleet is sitting around sucking it's thumbs, let it! If they're so weak that we can barely even find them, then we can surely protect the world from them."
"As for you," He turned his gaze to the Duke, pointing a vitriolic finger at him. "That Arcosian isn't going anywhere. If he has something to say, we will hear it." Synthesia turned his head back to address the Arcosian in question, his face stern and determined. "Fear not. I'll make sure no harm comes to you while you're here. I swear on my Pride Trooper title."
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Kalt
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Post by Kalt on Feb 27, 2019 21:07:40 GMT -6
Kalt's faint spark of hope was dashed as everyone present all but completely ignoring him, sparing the Arcosian a glance or word of acknowledgment at most before he was shoved back into the sidelines. It stung. Though, it seemed, fate had not yet made the point sink in quite hard enough. Before he could even take another breath, a shadow descended upon him. This threat, however, proved to be far more tangible than a simple bed-time monster. Before he really had a chance to react, his neck was enclosed in an ironclad grip. It might've hurt, had his body not been entirely covered in bio-armor, but pain was far from the point of the action, to begin with. Kalt didn't react as 'Kalabas' casually threatened to do away with him, sighing internally at the behavior of the presumed Saiyan.
It was... disheartening, but not unexpected. This was more of the reaction he had been expecting from the assault's leader, so he supposed this was a silver lining if nothing else. He stayed put for a few moments as the others debated, listening to their words intently and restoring some of his resolve in his mission. They... wanted to help. Maybe not him. Maybe not Arcosians. They wanted to help people. Innocent people and families - bystanders of a war which none of them asked for. But... he couldn't assist if he were to lay unconscious in an alleyway at the behest of this 'Ramen'. A foothold, however infinitesimally small, was gained - and he would not waste this opportunity.
His suppressed form was small and rather bulky, mostly plated in thick layers of bio-armor to provide protection for his weakened form. Kalabas' grip was mainly centered on his 'neck', halfway enclosed on the collarbone that protected the back of his vital connector. Kalt's fist clenched together as he took a deep breath, silently appreciating the words of the other green person - which wasn't the Namekian - as they came to his defense. He'd take this chance to speak from the depths of his heart, and doing so while captive was not a favorable position. Kalt shifted, his body clenching and churning as his bio-armor plates slipped away, seemingly melding into his flesh as his skin undertone became his dominant color. His tail's 'blade' grew even sharper, a multitude of pronged barbs growing at the end. This... was his true form.
Kalabs, hopefully, distracted by the words directed at him - would also suddenly find his captive squirming free as his point of attachment suddenly shrunk, the Arcosian slipping free and stopping closer to the Namekian and human-looking one who had spoken up for him. He wasn't sure if they were exactly 'allies', but he trusted them more than he did the others at the moment.
"This... is my true self." He said evenly, running a hand along his torso. His tail whipped back and forth in a metronomic pattern as he spoke, not posing an active threat or attempting to intimidate anyone present. "My name is Kalt Frieren. I'm fifty-four years of age. I live in Froz at the Eastern fringe of town, down by the working class, so that I may always make it to my job on time. I work as the self-made owner of a technology company and start my day at seven sharp - getting home by eight at the latest." He took a deep breath, pointing at a towering, monolithic black building which stood above most of the common ones around it. "That is my families' legacy. It supplies the World Trade Fleet with weapons and ships because there is no other choice to sell to which promises protection for your own people. Both my parents are dead. Killed in action, presumably by Saiyans. My fiancée was murdered during a trip because she was an Arcosian who happened to be near a Fleet outpost."
Kalt stopped, eyes locking onto Ramen - uncaring whether she was listening, or planning to atomize him for daring to speak out like this. "I have lived every year of my existence on Arcose, my home, and would do anything to preserve it. Never once have I engaged in battle with another, and never once have I thought about deriving pleasure from a twisted sense of 'revenge' against Saiyans or their people. I was a young fool when I felt such burning rage, and that emotion no longer consumes every waking moment."
He paused, glancing around and wondering if his 'speech' was having any effect. Sighing, he continued. "The anger of Kalabas is righteous, in some ways. My people have sinned as a whole when we agreed to the formation of the Fleet in the first place. There is blood, loss, and anger that will inevitably point back to Arcose and its' inhabitants. This endless cycle of hate and bloodshed between Saiyans and Arcosians is... tiring." Kalt's head turned away, an arm running across his face in a futile attempt to block a single tear that fell to the ground below. "Do you know why I told you all of this? ...It is in the hope that you can see we are people, too. Please... there is more to our kind than power and conquest. We have families, lives, aspirations, children..."
He flew a few feet off the ground, gesturing aimlessly at the architecture surrounding them. "One day...! I had always predicted that we would fall to the wayside under a pretext of vengeance." Glancing at Ramen, he simply nodded. "I was wrong. Your intents are not the destruction of our kind or our people. Though I could've not hoped for a better person than you to be the judge upon our day of reckoning, your methods are... mediocre. You destroy the homes of the wealthy and our businesses... and then what? You've said it yourself - the Fleet as a whole is playing on the backfoot with the dominant power of the Saiyan Kingdom! This act will not drag them out, and it will not cripple their source of income for long! Would you like to know what it would accomplish? Short-term economic collapse for the people actually living here. If the 'rich people' don't have homes or a place to spend money at, who is helping to keep the money flowing?"
Once more he pointed at his own building, spiked tail doing it for him this time as he took a deep breath. "If crippling the Fleet is your intention in this attack, then level my own building here and in Froz! It supplies them with much-needed resources that don't have much benefit to the people around us. Destroy it, and in one act, it will be far more damaging to them than leveling a few city blocks would ever be! My workers have already evacuated under my instructions... it is empty. If blood is what will quench your thirst, then mine shall fill your chalice will eager willingness. Just... leave the others out of this. Please. They don't deserve to suffer longer as retribution for a cause they don't even support."
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Post by Mollusc on Feb 27, 2019 23:49:40 GMT -6
Mollusc looked at Ramen as she seemed pretty set on blowing up something at least. “Maybe they won’t need the dragonballs to rebuild but the people will be forced too. They are some good people who live on this planet. “Do something about them then. But not this.” Mollusc frowned. “I meet a friend on Earth. Guy named Hale. He wants to fight for good and he wants to fight for Arosce. His people who suffer the same as we all have against the fleet. You would alienate him and a lot of others. They would not fight you they would be against you. Doing this only brings you more harm than good.” Mollusc frown got wider, “But if you want to blow up the city do it. Blow up what you want to blow up but I'll tell earth straight as I warmed before. The Kingdom is dangerous.” Mollusc said as diplomatically as he could. Honestly that was prob the best way to get across how boneheaded Ramen was being at least in his mind.
Then the reinforcements came. There was some big speech from some saiyan about something or another. He was only half listening since he was focused on keeping Ramen from doing something that he knew was wrong. Still, he seemed on the right track at first. Deal with the world trade fleet. Seems he wanted to help that was until he basically attacked the Arosican. He grabbed him and was charging up an attack asking what Ramen wanted him to do. Mollusc turned his hand extending out to rest a hand on Kalabas shoulder. “Don’t try to start something. We are all having a peaceful talk don’t make it anything else.” Mollusc said in a calm matter with a hint of malice under it. Then Ramen basically assumed he had done badly which he might of. He’d looked at Ramen. “You assume the worst of people now.” Mollusc snorted then chuckled a bit. He’d slap his knee, “Sorry Ramen I mean no offense to you. But, you are following a pirate queen. I’m sure she has committed more crimes than anyone but the WTF.”
Then Syn came to defend the Aroscian as well and the man himself powered up to his strongest. He then began a speech about what he had lost in the war. From his parents to his...something? He really had no idea what Finance meant. He just shrugged, it must have been in that dating book. He’d yank it out and began to look through it. “I’m sorry just don’t know what a word you said was carry on,” Mollusc said casually as he flipped to the F section. And found the word. He’d read it and nodded to himself. “I see.” The man also gave a suggestion. He’d allow them to blow up his factories that supplied arms to the WTF. Mollusc looked over at the man. “Thank you. As the plant lady said, I will protect you not on the honor as a pride trooper but as my honor as a warrior of namek. Defender of those who only want to do good.” He’d turn to look at Ramen. “Here is where we stand. Where do you?”
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 28, 2019 18:21:34 GMT -6
“Pardon?” Kalabas had one arcosian in one hand, and a deathly blast on the other, yet Ramen wanted him to let the lizard live? Had she gone native in little less than a hour - he knew humans were prone to change, but to this extent? It was ridiculous. With a mighty swing of his hand he prepared himself to split the defenceless fleetman’s very atoms only to have a small shrilling hippie stand on the path of destruction. He crushed the energy ball with his palm, returning the energy to his body, not noticing his captive’s escape so focused was he on trying not to add yet another to the chokehold. “Ah, so you represent Pride Troopers? You are doing a terrific job, protecting Earth by standing in the way of its allies. Return to your planet, you green buffoon, you have no authority outside of it. Or even in it, for that matter... Unless, do you belong to the fifth column, perhaps?”Sudden unpleasant sounds of shifting crackling chitin made Kalabas cringe and turn his head to see that there was no neck being held in his taloned metal fingers. Unbidden and stupidly, Mollusc tried to sully the Duke’s pauldron with his filthy paw, but the saiyan managed to slap it away before any harm was done “Hands off, traitorous bastard.” he said with every bit of malice the namekian lacked, heightened by the dispassionate tone in his voice. Kalt wished to speak, and the saiyan let him. It was a small mercy, Kalabas thought somewhat resigned with himself, a gesture of respect for a man mad and brave to the point of facing alone a vastly superior enemy force yet sensible enough to attempt to dialogue rather than throw his life away. He deserved to be heard, more than the turncoat and the idiot child. And so he heard him. To the outside, Kalabas appeared cool as a breeze, it was on the inside that the storm brewed. He always knew, always said, that saiyankind was in a vicious circle of war and conquest, and that it was this thirst for blood, for glory, what turned it into the greatest warrior people of all. All his life he thought this to be good, now he doubted it so. Kalt said that the Saiyan Kingdom did not wish the utter annihilation of each and every arcosian, perhaps he even believed it… Kalabas didn’t. He among thousands, millions, wished the end of the Fleet, of the arcosian people, of this circle that had claimed so many lives and would claim many, many more.
“Count your blessings, Kalt of Arcose, for Commander Ramen was not on Vegeta during that woeful day. Your parents and fianceé died? Kami wept and I spit on their corpses. I lost everything and everyone that was precious to me, I saw my people burning on the streets, being crushed by debris, blasted to dust and nothing. I would see your people suffering the same fate if I were in charge, see you burnt and crushed and wailing for a quick death. I know that there is more to you than power and conquest, and I know you do too, both our people knew that about themselves and each other… But that did not stop the Fleet that day, did it? It won’t stop me either.” Kalabas looked at building in the distance, “I’m afraid a chalice is not enough, Kalt. I truly am.” the Duke pushed past the frost demon, steadying his aim by holding his forearm “Woe to the vanquished.” It took but a second for, blast after blast, Kalabas to shoot down each and every building around Kalt’s. He was quick, efficient, ensuring that each collapsing ruin would not even scrape the one pointed at him. “Do it yourself, or I will raze every city on this blasted planet and leave only your building behind.”
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RAMEN
Synthesia - Pride Trooper
