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Post by General Kraktus on Jul 10, 2019 21:19:04 GMT -6
Kraktus walked into the back alley in Satan city his face twisted in annoyance. The Earthlings had not been crushed and while at first he had been fine with that all, he had slowly grown annoyed by the fact Sensoa had so brutally failed. From what he knew only he and Banshee were assumed dead? Maybe not even himself. Arosce was on the down turn he had found no reason to return to the inept establishment that it was. Regardless he was a ruler not a follower. Keeping his head low and trying to stay on the good side of the Chill was annoying enough. He needed to make moves himself now, find people who were evil and that would work with him. Then he deal with them once the dust had settled. The so called hero's had grown so mighty that unless the villains all joined forced they'd get nothing done. Plus it did sound appealing to have a war between the good and the bad. That would be one war to end all the rest. He'd keep his scouter out, he had heard stories of the Stargoons turning this city to evil before that was reversed. He would not be surprised if one was sulking about and with their high powers he was quite sure his scouter would pick them up if the were.
Powerlevel:90,000
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jul 11, 2019 20:55:08 GMT -6
Thread PL: 40,000
The wind gasped again, a big whooping gust that sent a fresh wave of garbage tumbling down the alley. Maple stood despite the wind, or perhaps because of it -- the howl surging through the laneway reversed the course of a golden disk of deadly energy, hurtling an attack away from him. The Outa-seijin mercenary, who had nearly gotten the jump on the sinister old snake, leapt free from the blast of his rebounded cannon fire. Fingers of fire clawed gouges in brickwork. “Hey, asshole!” Maple yelled, an imperious fist on his hip, his black eyes bright with interest at the bold attack. He was clearly enjoying the unexpected attempt on his life. “Did you check the calibration on your arm cannon? It looks like your bullets are moving backwards! I’m no fancy space soldier like you, but aren’t they supposed to go forward?” Undeterred by the setback, the Outa-seijin clacked at the key settings of his arm cannon and attacked again, this one a ray that fanned out of the cannon’s nozzle. Maple materialized an umbrella and popped it open. The rays sizzled the umbrella’s fabric canopy, leaving a blackened and mangled framework. Maple wagged the smoking umbrella. “O-M-K! I just bought that!”Maple gleefully parried a few more attacks from his relentless would-be assassin, his magical defenses getting more and more elaborate. But as it sometimes did, Maple’s sense of humor got the better of him. He was busily parrying a dazzle of disks with an oversized cinnamon bun shield and a three-foot corndog sword when a big jolt of spiritual power made his snakey senses tingle. Someone strong, way stronger than G.I. Giraffe over here, was heading his way. Maple’s concentration broke, and he peered back over his shoulder at the incoming power. That’s when the Outa-seijin’s left hook cracked into his jaw and sent him flying out of one alleyway and into another. “EEEEEEEEEEAGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Maple screamed in pain as he collided with the pavement, sending up furrows of earth and asphalt, heaping up dust. Maple sneezed at the cloud, squinting at the faraway Outa-seijin before turning around to meet the now-very-near General Kraktus . |
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Post by General Kraktus on Jul 12, 2019 0:24:03 GMT -6
Kraktus scouter roared to life two powerlevels were duking it out and not too far from his location. Kraktus would begin to walk over just to see what was going on afterall a power of <40,000> didn't just go fighting all the time. Usually, when someone that strong was fighting they're was trouble or something good. Either way, he had to see what was going on. What he said was a man laid out in the pavement and some other man who seemed to be his attacker. Kraktus let off a set of mocking claps as he looked over the two of them. He was unsure which he should blast with his full power. On the one hand, the one standing nearest to him was the stronger one but on the other hand, he was flat on his ass. Guess He would decide based on what the two of them had to say. Afterall killing them for fun would not get him any closer to his desired end goal.
Kraktus would eye the two of them spreading his arms into the air a smirk forming under his beard of tendrils. "Sorry to interrupt your little party It must be so rude of me. You two looked like you were having so much fun. I have to admit I was not expecting to find such strong warriors this fast. Good, I was not expecting to find some so earlier. I'm looking for one of those Stargoon's fellows. You all failed to destroy the earthlings and I assume Sensoa is dead. I plan to pick up their contract. You two know where they are and if not stop your fighting and help me find them." Kraktus doubted the two of them would be so foolish to refuse the command of General Kraktus. An error of that magnitude would result in their demise.
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jul 17, 2019 23:51:52 GMT -6
Maple sprung up from where he had flumped on his keester, blinking at the alien with the totally gnarly tentacle-beard. “Oh man -- sir -- are you in luck!” Maple exclaimed, hopping up and dusting himself off. “I -am- a Stargoon. The Purple one, to be exact.” He made a perfunctory pose, left knee bent and right leg stretched out at an angle, while his arms saluted the sky at the opposite angle. As far as poses go, it wasn’t the best, but hey -- he was off duty. “But I’m sort of on vacation. And I dunno the going’s-on of what went down in Central City. BUT!” Maple emphasized. “I would bet that the Stargoons didn’t break contract. It’s against the rules!” Stretching out a hand, Maple manifested a copy of Twobit’s Rules of Stargoonhood (Deluxe Edition), offering it to General Kraktus.
“There was prolly Mitigating Circumstances,” Maple explained, putting the words in bunny ears. ”Under mitigating circumstances, all contracts are void.”Maple hoped the powerful alien who also-sort-of-scared-him understood. The last thing he wanted was to be evaporated by an octopus dude. The Outa-seijin had rushed into the pair’s conversation, leveling his arm cannon and demanding to know Kraktus’s identity. Apparently, his scouter wasn’t functioning, or he was just a really, really brave-slash-dumb mercenary. Maple had known many mercenaries and assassins in his time, and the ones that did best were those that knew discretion was the better part of valor. There was no use dying before you got paid, after all. Twobit himself could have probably told the Outa-seijin the same thing, but the interdimensional entity had been out of the greed business for a few centuries by now. Maple, meanwhile, still knew that being alive was premo. Hiking a thumb over his shoulder, Maple said, “Sorry bout my adversary here, he’s a little stiff.” Raising a finger in astonishment, Maple added, “Ya know! I’ve never met an alien so, so…. Tentacle-y! It’s pretty neat. Mondo beard thing you got going on. Do you come from some sort of oppressive swamp world, or is it more of an oceanic abyss?”
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Post by General Kraktus on Jul 18, 2019 0:34:41 GMT -6
Guess he found who he was looking for one. The man he was looking at was one of these Stargoons. Apparently, the Purple one was Kraktus rubbed his chin. "So your Maple then." He didn't know a purple one from the group he had met but he knew Mumbo had a boss before. Even if this was not Maple he could find him using this Stargoon. The man was even nice enough to explain that the Stargoons would not have fled. It was apart of the contract. Not that a piece of paper held too much weight but he'd hold him to his word for now. He also even provided a book that he could read. Kraktus would pick up the book and began to flip through to it to find where the rule Maple was talking about was exactly in the book. He'd like to know it word for word if he was going to hire the stargoons in any way.
"I see." Kraktus nodded. "Smart of you to keep your options open in a contract. You don't want to be trapped by someone who won't finish the job." Kraktus grimaced. "I am assuming the rest of your squad is still alive and Sensoa the last man to hire them failed on conquering Earth. I have big plans but I need real men to fight with me and for me. Hence why I came looking for the Stargoon and their command." Kraktus looked back at the merc who had pointed a blaster at him and wanted his name. Kraktus chuckled lightly. "I am General Kraktus of the WTF now move along your contract is void along with your life." Kratkus waved the man off hoping he'd just leave him be. Killing him may be fun but it may alert someone even stronger.
When Maple asked about his homeworld he'd laughed. "I don't expect people to be so curious. To answer your question the latter would be correct. Planet Zoonmite is a planet completely of water with high contraction of Blutz energy. My species could take on titanic forms the size of Ozzaru to hunt the great beasts in the sea. Most planets have a different level of Blutz so we can't really do that unless we carry a blutz generator or hope for a full moon." That was so obsolete though. To wait for a moon in a fight it was a one in a million they could not control it. He had to make a mental note on that maybe he'd get some scientist to figure out a way to move the moons of planets to allow him to transform. It would be useful in a fight and he'd also imaged really messing up a planet thanks to the sudden shift of a celestial bodies orbit.
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jul 20, 2019 12:45:15 GMT -6
The Outa-seijin's ears drooped at hearing the namedrop. General Kraktus. Of the dreaded World Trade Fleet.
"Messing with WTF is outside of my paygrade." The Outa-seijin said, before flying away at a high clip.
"Gosh," Maple blurted as the alien assassin fled. He cupped a palm over his forehead, watching the Outa-seijin become a twinkle. "I was really hoping to crush him with a giant baloney sandwich, or something. But I'll guess we meet again. I've run afoul so many people in my long life, that I've got lots of fans. I like to think some of them are only murderous towards me in the most affectionate sense of the word."
Maple nodded knowingly as Kraktus explained that his unshackled form was that of a colossal beast. “I’m a giant monster, too. I mean, this is my natural, day-to-day form. But I’ve got a hundred foot snakezilla thing going on. The Gorgon. Maybe you’ve heard of it? I’m on some temple friezes in this part of the galaxy,” Maple mentioned with no small amount of pride. “You know, burning civilizations into ash and whatnot when I was young and restless. It’s a pure investment and manifestation of my Evilest Id, or at least that’s what my Grade Seven Demon Forms teacher said. It’s pretty taxing to keep up when the Red Star isn’t around, though. I need a primer then, and it’s messy. These days, I only trot it out when I absolutely have to.”
Extending his hand, Maple offered it to Kraktus. “I can’t promise anything until I talk to the other Stargoons, but if you’re willing to commit to an agenda of Evil -- and I mean capital “E” evil -- then we’ll be able to work together. We are mercenaries for hire, some of the best you’ll ever find, but it has to be for the bad. The Best for the Bad. Get it? I know I’m sorta outta fighting shape right now, but I’ve got this new gravity belt and a solid exercise routine from my personal trainer slash yoga instructor.” Maple rubbed the back of his neck, squinting up at the tentacled alien. “So what’s your big plan?”
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Post by General Kraktus on Jul 20, 2019 14:56:15 GMT -6
"Well, that was a fun exercise. It would have been quite fun to drop a sandwich on him. As for running to him, I would not worry about it. Afterall There were two things that were forfeit." As the man flew off Kraktus grinned. Guess he was going to run off. Guess he forgot that he said his Life was also void. Kraktus flexed his muscles Ki surrounding his body. His mouth opened up a beam of green energy flying up to blast the Outa to ash as he tried to run. As quickly as he went to do that he'd turn back wiping his mouth. "Now that was fun to watch. I realy have not had that much fun trying to kill someone in some time. Even if he escapes he should at least leave you alone with a hole in his chest. Afterall If i'm buying your contract. I'll also have to buy all the people trying to kill you. The more fighters I have under my banner the better for me." Krkatus grinned.
"The Gorgon? I think I might have." So he was Maple for sure. Guess he didn't have to worry about him not being some fake. "Yes I can see turning into a giant monster to walk around is not for the best. I get that since I'm in the same boat. When I want to release my true power I need a blutz generator. Carrying around a machine in combat is downright foolish it makes it an easy target for destruction to cut me off from my power." He learned that the hard way with Banshee's actions. Not that it mattered he'd find a way around it eventually. Afterall for his plans to go off without a hitch having a machine being the source of his power would have been a death sentence. One that confused him was Maple to him seemed far more comical then he expected. Guess that was what they got out of the Stargoons. He'd have to bear it.
However, they soon got to business which was figuring out if the Goons would work with him. He'd at least talk to them so they would be able to make a choice. That was good Kraktus rubbed his chin. "Yes you have to talk to the others I assume that would be important." He also did note he was not in fighting shape and needed to work back up. "Yes, I did scout that but I have no doubts. Looking at you I can see you have great power ready to be brought out." he was really unsure if he actually did but hey, bringing up the ego of your employers that had value was probably for the best. Plus to be respectful to the leader of the Goon was wise he'd was not trying to also make them his enemy.
"The Big Plan?" Kraktus tilted his head at Maple when he asked the question. Then he began to chuckle looking at Maple darkly. "I assume most of the time you get some fools wanting something small. Like some dragonballs or a planet. Maybe just to kill a guy or perhaps to be some bodyguards. I don't want any of those things. I not been around a long time merely over two decades but I can see the decay of this universe. People over and over fighting for no reason. It as if every few centuries people forget of the past and start wars.Along with that their a surge of power in the universe hundreds of fighters come reaching levels of powers a generation ago would be known as a legend rather than a truth. All the while we spin on the wheel of the gods like a spider on a thread. All while we spout of free Will blind that most people are just fools better dead then breathing. Few even ever have any influence on the universe just pretending they can grasp on the direction of the future." Kraktus paused to let Maple process.
"I see a universe that needs molding and changing. Yet that won't happen under anyone without a strong will. Nor someone who tries to pretend they are good men. Cause all men are flawed and vile. I don't do Evil Maple. I don't dabble myself in such concepts. Evil is just perception of what I do is the truth. But in the eyes of all but the most hardended, my views may be seen as evil. Simply put Maple I'm working on plans and motions to end this little war game. The dance around humanity and control we seem to come to every few centuries. I plan to conquer the entire universe and bend it to my will. Those who refuse will be bent regardless. As for payment. I have a simple plan in my world. All your Stargoons will be given one planet to rule without contest. You will have Earth as their leader." Truth be told he'd probably have to deal with them then but hey he needed an army to get that far. Plus he didn't mind even if they did live and rule planets. In the end, his true goal was the end of life he thought the goons would take care of that accidentally. After all they were knuckleheads with fancy poses. "So how does that sound." Kraktus waited a response maybe he tried too hard to sell his pitch?
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jul 22, 2019 20:18:57 GMT -6
Watching the fleeing Outa-seijin disintegrate in shrieking pain from a mondo cool mouth beam, Maple then and there decided that he really liked General Kraktus . Like, a lot. He checked all the Big Evil marks! Shoot someone in the back as they ran away? Check. Half-in-the-nutbag, long-winded monologue about conquering the entire universe? Check. Major control issues? Check. Utter revulsion towards the normal state of affairs? Check, check, check. Revulsion and the desire to purify, that one especially. Major bad juju. Hearing it manifest from the dark depths of Kraktus’s soul sent goosebumps up Maple’s neck. With his experience and expertise, Maple could guide that urge into something really special. Wanting to mop up the world and rid it of all the scum, the unworthy, the weak, the failed, the bumblers and the dinguses -- that was a well of Evil which would never run dry. It was even better that Kraktus thought he was merely doing what was correct. Yes! The Universe is an unjust and just plain gross place, pathetic really. Maple had made a long career out of propping up and pumping up the egotistical emperor, the megalomaniacal marauder, the delusional dictator. If Kraktus were properly nurtured and supported, Maple could foresee ushering in a bleak and ruined horizon for eons to come. “Well if you can do half of all that bullshit you just said, you’ve got my vote of support,” Maple said, dropping to one knee and giving a perfunctory bow. “My liege,” He grinned widely. “I’ll have to see what the other Stargoons have to say. The last job I was on, we sorta took a vote of hands.” He waved off the promise of Earth. “We don’t rule things and never will. It's against the rules. The Stargoons are in it for the game itself. We’re like… artists. Or monks. Only more stylish. And with better hair. Obviously.” |
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Post by General Kraktus on Jul 22, 2019 21:42:57 GMT -6
"Half. No, I'll do all of it. Afterall, I Plan to get my goals no matter the cost to Myself." Yes, he'd see the universe burn away. Maple seemed on board guess he really was the evil man that had been described. You would have to have almost no moral compass or just not care to go with his plan. Guess that why he sold it the way he did. Telling Maple he wanted to destroy the universe after conquering it may have been a bit too far for even Maple. Still, he had an uneasy feeling as Maple bowed and explained the situation. He was always cautious but something about Maple was giving him a creep. He had to admit he might have a ting a fear for the demon. It was something about how nonchalant he was. Most people were serious or would be in rage in such a motion. Yet he was bowing like he was going to let it be.
It didn't make it better when Maple spoke how the Stargoons would have to take a vote. Sure he sold Maple but he had to sell the others. Guess if he had the boss vote of confidence it'd make it possible. He had no doubt Mumbo would vote with Maple but he didn't know the rest well enough to be sure. He also didn't want to rule the planets what did he want then? He was in for the game? Kraktus blinked a few times. Yet for a moment his composure faded a spark of doubt flickering in his eyes. He had a feeling he underestimated the Stargoons. He thought they would be swayed but not like this. "Yes, artists. That is the best thing to be. You get to paint the world and your adventure with your hands without Intrupations" Kraktus stared at Maple. "So then when shall I meet the rest of the Stargoons. I assume I should meet them so I can explain myself and then gain their vote of confidence."
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jul 27, 2019 18:46:20 GMT -6
"You'll meet them, sometime soon," Maple agreed. "If I can get them all on the same page, anyway."
Maple raised an index finger, leaving his phone number a blinking light floating in midair. "I'm late for yoga. Call me sometime, and we can hang out and plot in a..." Maple peered around the garbage-strewn alleyway. "...nicer setting than this."
With that, Maple blasted into the air, departing with a friendly wave. "Call me anytime!"
EXIT! Was real fun, lemme know when you want another :)
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