Cress’ eyes slowly opened as his pod woke him from stasis when nearing Namek’s orbit. He looked out at the planet for a second, thinking back on the battles he had there before looking down at the space-pods controls. He ordered it to stop just a ways off from the planet, and it did so. With the press of a button the pods door came open, and Cress rose from his cushioned seat and stood atop the outstretched door.
He looked down at the planet, ready to destroy it without as much of a second thought his hands rose and his exposed palms would face the planet. A sinister smile marker his face as his hair turned from black to gold, a flaming golden aura accompanying the change.
“Looks like this is the end.” Cress quietly says to the planet, as if it could respond. It would be a shame that it’s dragon balls could no longer be used, but they were a double edged sword.
His hands would radiate ki as he prepared his attack to destroy the planet.
PL is 152,000, and rises to 2,280,000 once SSJ is activated. Cress readies himself to destroy Namek. Attack will be fired next post.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2020 22:21:52 GMT -6 by Cress: changed OPEN DE to SAGA and added pl by request. no items are being used mechanically here
Thread Power Level: 130,000 | Ultimate Pose (x10/x13P) Active! Current PL: 1,300,000 / 1,690,000!
In the skies of Namek, a shadow darkened the sky. Massive and oddly jammin', the multi-colored blimp blared out jazzy music as it lowered from the sky. Standing atop the huge thing was an equally massive Majin-- at least in humanoid terms. The eight-foot tall Mumbo struck an intimidating pose above the blimp as it lowered into the center of a large village. While the children grooved to the music, the adults looked on in confused disdain.
Suddenly, there was an electronic hiss, and a mighty, heavily accented voice, echoed across the whole of Namek.
"ATTENTION ALL GOODIE-GOODS, CIVVIES, AND CHUMPS! DA STAH GOONS, SUPA SPACE PIRATES TO DA STAHS, HAVE DECIDED TA BLOW NAMEK UP! YOU HOID US RIGHT! DA WHOLE PLANET IS GOIN' BYE-BYE! DON'T BELIEVE ME? LOOK UP! BWAAHAHAHA!"
Mumbo pointed skyward, and lo and behold there was indeed doom. In the sky loomed a massive Ki, threatening to swallow the planet whole. Mumbo broke out a big smile, and the townsfolk began to panic while the music played on. Some were still oblivious to the chaos, for the time being, and simply danced on. Perhaps they knew their end was nigh, and accepted it. What a way to go.
"YOU CHUMPS HAVE, UH... IUNNO TWENTY MINUTES I BET! GET OUT NOW, OAR YER DEAD! BYE!"
With that, Mumbo floated skyward, waving to the villagers he'd terrified as the last few notes of his kickass jam played. He'd float up to Cress' side, cracking his knuckles as the shadow of the Super Saiyan's Ki coated the planet in a sickly red hue.
"Yannow, I knew you's was da real deal all da way back on Namek. Tanks fer invitin' us ta blow up da joint."
He had been tilling the fields along with members of his village, on a day not unlike any others. In fact, things had been awfully calm for a while now, which was for the best. The scars left by the first invasion had not been completely healed for everyone and even he still mourned the loss of dear friends. He tried making up for his cowardice, back then, but quickly found out that the path of a warrior might not totally be for him. While he felt ashamed by his lack of power for a long time, now he had confidence in the power of his former master, the newly appointed Guru. Things were so calm in fact that he allowed himself a trip on a planet called Earth. Maybe for some diplomacy? Vuzel failed to see what Guru saw in these other people, especially after being shown how dangerous and volatile they were. But he supposed the shortcomings were on his part and that his hatred for them ran too deep to ever see beyond that. At least he could acknowledge it and perhaps with time, some wisdom would allow him to see past his prejudices.
At least, he had gained something for that short-lived adventure of his. Far less lazy than he once was, now he participated in the daily activities and the work of the village, a contributing member of society. It was hard, but fulfilling and with him working in the fields, it allowed for some elders to take it a bit easier, which was satisfying enough for him. Sometimes, the simplest things feel the most rewarding.
Wiping his brow under that scorching sun, Vuzel looked around him. Soon enough, his workday would be over and he’d be able to take it easy under the shadow of a tree. Maybe he had gotten a bit more serious about his duties, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy slacking off. If anything, all the work made it feel even better.
If he had been a bit older, maybe he wouldn’t have fallen into complacency like he did now. Maybe he would have learned the lesson. Maybe he would have gotten that hunch, that little nagging thought telling him that when something was too calm, trouble was looming over in the distance. Everything went from zero to a hundred. First, the elders noticed some ominous energy somewhere. Their worries only grew stronger when a voice, a dumb voice, was heard. The planet was about to be obliterated. The first few seconds were met with denial. It had to be a joke, right? And Guru was not here, it had to be fake. Why would they come here, anyway? Then, fear settled in and he found himself in a dark place. The same as when the Saiyans came for the Dragon Balls, bringing the World Trade Fleet along with them. He was frozen stiff, cold sweats running down his spine. His heart sank and he found himself unable to speak.
Chaos ensued, the elders rallying everyone in the village. They had to evacuate! Leave their planet! Or else they’d die! But…this was home. Their cradle, for generations. Why would anyone do such a thing? And…not everyone would be able to leave in time. This was all so sudden, some were far away from home, unable to make it back. No…No! This, was the end… It all came out of nowhere; his thoughts were running wild. Desperation, sadness, anger and…resolve! This was their home, there would be no other. This time, he would not left everyone down. He would…he would buy them some time. Maybe this was the end for him, but he couldn’t bear the thought of fleeing Namek, of living as a refugee in some other place they wouldn’t even be able to call home. This time, he’d stand for what he felt right, for all those he cared about. Yes, he had made up his mind.
He flew in opposite direction, towards the enemy. Elders from his clan called out for him and he gave them a look of unbridled resolve. They didn’t have the time to go fetch him, but knowing his intentions, their hearts were somehow at peace. They’d mourn him later, now they had to save as many people as they could.
And so he went to meet destruction incarnate, his inability to sense energy proving a boon and a bane at the same time. This truly was the eleventh hour, he couldn’t let himself be intimidated by these monsters.
When he saw the enemies in sight, he launched a ki blast at the one he assumed to be the instigator of it all.
A Saiyan. The very same people the Namekians helped in their search of the Dragon Balls. He had been right all this time. Helping the Saiyans in the first place would end up biting back at them. He was shaking all over, but managed to get something out.
“YOU MONSTERS. GET AWAY FROM OUR PLANET NOW!”
He gulped, waiting for them to make a move.
It was a desperate plea.
‘Please, Guru…come back!’
OOC: A mistake was made
Last Edit: Feb 1, 2020 21:02:40 GMT -6 by Vuzel: edits
Korla wiped a tear from her eye as she made her way toward the powerful duo threatening the planet, leaving Iyokan had been about as difficult as she had expected, but at the very least she felt confident that her sister would live on, and perhaps if she was lucky she would find Oboe and perhaps together they could do something about undoing Namek’s and her demise, from what Oboe had told her of the Dragon Balls it certainly did not seem outside the scope of possibility.
Korla was saddened to find that she was not the first to respond to the attack, the sadness was not born from not being able to be ‘first’ but that the Namekian who HAD responded was not at ALL prepared for this sort of battle, unless he was disguising his power in a manner similar to what she had seen Oboe do the Namekian appeared barely above average power wise, and that was the average in regard to Namekians as a whole, not among those who’s training and combat abilities were necessary for this sort of fight.
“I don't suppose you can be made to see reason and leave?” Korla said directing a glare at the massive Majin, she was only vaguely aware of the capabilities of the species, everything she DID know however indicated that even if he did not feel like the most powerful fighter present he would be an immensely difficult opponent.
“I know that one wont” Korla said pointing at the Saiyan her glare intensifying as she grit her teeth “I have every intention of giving everything I have to defeat you two, I will NOT lose another home, especially not to a Saiyan” and with that Korla’s power began to surge violet energy coalescing around her first like a normal aura but slowly it began to coalesce into physical structures, translucent armoring around the augmented tuffle, and a massive rifle around her right arm, from the back of her ‘armor’ the energy coalesced into a facsimile of a jet pack allowing Korla to lift off as her power surged to full strength.
Zentry had just sat down to bite into a Baoberry filled donut when Mumbo's voice blasted over his ship's radio. Which was a cause for concern all on its own given how difficult hacking into a Galactic Patrol vessel should have been. When the voice name dropped the Stargoons he knew that something horrible was about to happen. Just the mention of them was enough for him to put his food aside and start suiting up. The notorious gang of color coded pirates were high on the Galactic Patrol's most wanted list. If they were here on Namek its people weren't going to be safe for very long.
"Blow up the planet?!" and they'd only given twenty minutes to get offworld and a safe distance away, barely enough time at all. Zentry frowned, he didn't know what to do, he'd never been in a situation like this before. Was he supposed to help the Namekians escape or try and deal with the Stargoon himself? He knew running away and saving himself wasn't the answer. It was the only thing he was certain about actually. There wasn't enough time to weigh his options like this, he'd just have to wing and hope for the best.
Zentry stepped out from his ship and took off into the sky, making a beeline towards Cress and Mumbo's location. By the time the patrolmen made it to the scene two others had taken a stand in defense of Namek. "Mumbo of the Stargoons you and your Saiyan associate are in violation of several galactic laws and treaties." he landed next to Kolra and in one swift motion pulled his phaser from its holster and pointed it at the Majin.
"I, Zentry of the Galactic Patrol, hereby place the two of you under arrest."
x2 Power Surge Active
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2020 21:03:48 GMT -6 by Zentry: Fixed KP
Ashis's Pod rocketed through the void of space, carrying within it a very happy customer. Ashis had just gotten an extraordinarily lucky find in his quest to find Aisise, and was currently en route to his next location- Konats. While traveling, however, he'd coincidentally pass by a very nostalgic place for him- Namek. His ship would then suddenly start to make weird noises, A voice blaring out full volume not long after. "AHHH FUCK?!!" Ashis yelped, covering his ears briefly as the voice began to quiet down. "Geezzz..." he'd groan, now beginning to listen to the voice.
He was immediately intrigued, the voice only ringing out for a short while before cutting out. "... A planet blowupal eh? WOAH... I haven't seen one of them's in a while" Ashis whooped, pressing his face against the pod's glass so as to see where the message might have come from. In an incredibly unlikely twist, it turned out the huge ball of death spoken about in the broadcast prior was literally right next to him, alongside a familiar green planet. "... when did that get there...' he'd mutter, quickly bursting out of his pod and flying through the void.
It wouldn't take long for him to arrive, some other individuals having already gathered (seemingly to face off against the destroyers). Ashis let out a quick grin, before warping his face into one of stoic determination. He'd stride forward, making himself known before speaking up- "They're right... there's no way I can let you guys destroy this world!" he'd shout, his voice deep and sorrowful, before quickly warping back to normal as he continued- "I wanna do it!!" He'd yell, a warped grimace appearing on his face. "Pretty pleeeeease???" he'd plead, approaching the chaotic duo with hands clasped, and a bit of child-like wonder gleaming in his eyes.
"Won't take me that long, just a couple a hours I swears it- hell!, i'll even settle for half" he'd chuckle, now placing his hands on his sides and waiting for their responses.
Notes: I'll settle for 1/4th even
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2020 18:52:02 GMT -6 by Ashis: added code info at bottom and font change
Typha had come to Namek to get Oboe help that was his thought anyway. He would have access to dragonballs as well and maybe he could help with Carro or maybe go help with Vocado. Even if he could not be needed to warn the man. Yet when he came he sensed nothing but trouble. A large set of powers all-around one place. Maybe someone was attacking the planet, maybe Sensoa had returned? He tried to sense who held these powers but he was unsure who they all were. What he did know was that Oboe was not around. Had he missed him? Yudi tried to get out of the pod but Typha pushed him back inside. "Stay here. I think there is trouble. I'll get you if we are safe." Yudi looked at him "I wanna fight come on Typha." Typha grunted. "Go make sure there is no trouble across the rest of the planet and make sure people are safe." He'd clapped and flew off one way as Typha flew off towards the battlefield.
As he flew he'd notice a namekian waving towards him. "Hello, sir your flying to stop the chaos?" Typha turned his head as the man waved back. "Some men are attacking the planet. Can you stop them?" Typha nodded. "Of course." The man then handed him a bean. "This is a healing bean I hope it can help you." Typha gave the man a smile. "Thank you don't worry I'll protect Namek." He'd turned to the battlefield and blasted off again. He'd quickly arrived at the battlefield his feet touching down he'd notice the gray Majin and another figure charging up an attack to destroy Namek. It seemed to be a Saiyan that he had met before. "I've seen you before." He'd point to Cress. "So you decide to attack and hurt defenseless people. I'd of thought a Saiyan would not just take their golly out on those who can't fight but here we are." Typha eyed Mumbo.
"You must be Mumbo head of the Stargoons if I am correct. I understand that all work for a job so I hold you no ill will. You're just doing what you been paid to do. But forgive me if I hurt you and anyone else who comes. I cannot allow you to kill people." That was mostly his soft spot for Ashi. He was glad she was not here it seemed. He could not sense her and it made him feel good that maybe she decided to not do something so wrong. One other figure stood out and it was Korla. "IT is good to see you're defending the planet your a lot stronger then last time You know where Oboe is?" He'd asked as he cracked his neck and took in a deep sigh. "I'll give you guys a chance to leave." Typha drew his sword putting it to his face. With a grunt of effort, he'd power up a swirling Pink aura surrounded him before his hair turned white. "Well?"
Items: Space Pod, Senzu Bean, Scouter
Mastered Holy Rose: (x17)-3,162,000 Kp:7/7
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2020 20:32:54 GMT -6 by Typha: added color coat
Bamboo had never flown a ship before. It wasn't a particularly difficult problem to solve, at least not nowadays. Autopilot was a real blessing... But god was autopilot boring. Just a star here, planet there, another stray ship, more space, lots of black, more stars, more black... you get the picture. It wasn't fun. The only thing keeping her sane was her Baotendo, and after the 78th or 29th round of Baocart, it was really testing her patience.
Fortunately, the test of patience wasn't a particularly long one. The green planet was in sight.
Bamboo had managed to restrain herself from touching the controls too much on the voyage over. She wanted to have fun, but she also didn't want to be stranded out in space. But, since the planet was right in front of her... she jammed the controls forward, entering the planet at terminal velocity.
She smashed into the ground a fair ways away from the combat. The shockwave resounded for miles. It only took one sniff to figure out where the rest of her friends were. She crawled out of her smashed pod, stretching. She'd powered up before impact- most of the shockwave was probably that, honestly.
Either way, it didn't matter much to her. She launched herself off the ground, a set of wings letting her zip towards her destination at lightning speeds.
A Stargoon had died, or so she'd heard. Mumbo wanted to blow off steam- she didn't really blame him. They'd need to show the world what happened when you messed with a goon!
She smashed into the ground in the middle of the battlefeild, ending up directly in front of Vuzel. She unfurled her wings, standing to her full height, goon outfit on display. She'd sensed a few people here... but she hadn't smelled this punk. She raised an eyebrow at the fighter. His level of power was FAR below anyone else here. It was so faint she could hardly smell him. It was almost amusing. No, it was very amusing.
With her non-demon-ified arm, she grabbed the Namekian by his neck, raising him into the air somewhat. She wasn't trying to choke him, but the difference in power would likely make it nigh impossible for the Namekian to raise any kind of resistance against the act.
She looked back towards Mumbo, her head tilted. "I know we're blowing up the planet and all, but can I keep him? I promise I'll take really, really good care of him! I'll feed and water him every day, I promise!"
x18/x14 Fauna Queen activated!
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2020 21:02:12 GMT -6 by Bamboo: typos
Alright. It was time for the big leagues. Ashi's pod descended down upon Planet Namek, and as she arrived, only one thing was blaring from the speakers of her space pod: Pure, unadulterated, badass entrance music.
As the music pumped out of her pod's speakers, the ship slowly landed on the blue grassy hills of Namek, which would likely soon be scattered into little bits across the universe. And, once the smoke cleared, the pod's door opened, and out of it came the Konatsian warrior, her sword at her side and her star shaped scouter sunglasses over her eyes. "I love the smell of ki in the morning," she muttered as she swiped the glasses off her face and took a look around, one of her hands placed squarely on her hip. It looked like she'd landed in exactly the right place, as several familiar faces were present in front of her.
"Well, looks like I walked in on quite the party, huh?" she asked with a grin. One quick look around confirmed that these were indeed the right people. First, there was Cress, ready and willing to blow the planet to smithereens, as advertised. Then there was Mumbo, the boss of the Star Goons, so of course he had to be here for their big debut as a planet busting crew. Then a bunch of locals she didn't recognize at all. Only one Namekian, oddly enough. And he was weak sauce. The Majin looking girl was a bit more powerful, but they could handle her. The problem was probably the fact that Typha, of all people, had decided to come be a hero. "Hey there, Prince," Ashi called out towards him with a small wave. "Just so you know, I got nothin' against anyone on Namek, but business is business, and all that. If you wanna be mad at anyone-" she pointed over at the Saiyan, "-he's the one who hired us to help out."
And who else was there...? Oh, right, Bamboo. Good to see more than just one other Goon present. Other than her, that seemed to be about it. "Hmm, I was expecting more resistance, somehow," Ashi mused as she looked over the roster once again. "Well, I suppose more people might show up. But in the meantime, let's thin out these numbers a bit..." Ashi then drew her blade, electing to target the weirdly high and mighty furry creature thing. Apparently he was part of the Galactic Patrol? Whatever that was. All it took was one slash to send a wave of ki energy hurtling towards the guy, with more than enough power to blast him into oblivion, provided none of the other, more powerful good guys stopped her. For now, she'd let Bamboo keep her little Namekian friend, but if he started causing them trouble, too, then they'd have to cut him loose. There were plenty of other Namekians she could adopt elsewhere, after all.
Ramen wasn’t entirely certain when she made up her mind about assisting with the attack on Namek. The scale of the request was on a whole other level from anything she had even considered before. The Namekians weren’t her enemies, and they never had been. Moreover, the loss of life from such an attack would have been catastrophic. The Stargoons had always promoted evil, but to destroy an entire planet, a planet that had done nothing wrong -- that was evil on an entirely different level. But as her spacepod touched down upon the planet, the very same planet that had posed so many dangers to her and her friends in the past, she found that she wasn’t all that conflicted about it.
The loss of life was enough to weigh on her mind during her trip, but once she stepped foot outside of her ship and was able to actually sense the planet, detect its various lifeforms and energy signals, she found she just… didn’t care all that much. Now that those little wisps of power she once played at coursed through her veins without pause and without consequence, the rest of the world seemed awfully small. She had imagined the Namekians to be something more like her, but now she couldn’t help but see them for what they really were. This wasn’t a planet full of valuable life. It was a colony of ants and mosquitoes, tiny beings with no real right nor place. Power had granted her that clarity.
She couldn’t quite place when her thinking had shifted, or when it had happened. Perhaps it was simply that she didn’t really mind it, and so didn’t devote much time to introspection. Either way, she rose above the battlefield, her silver-and-white armour practically gleaming under Namek’s beating sun. She managed a lazy smile in the direction of her newfound friends. “Well, this is certainly more exciting than breaking down someone’s house,” she mused, her tone remaining just a little too casual. “I built a stone fence up near the old Saiyan base, and it’ll be a shame to see that all ruined… but hey, at least the fireworks will be fun!”
Although her energy was teeming at a height she had never displayed before, she looked more or less herself. There was no storm of crimson energy nor any stark physical alterations to signify her mastery of her previous transformation. The only real remnant was the bright red hue of her eyes, matching the tone of the crackling lightning that had once coursed all around her. Of course, she wasn’t the only one who had changed, and when her attention finally fell to Cress, she flashed him a grin.
“Looks like you've been putting some work in, huh?” she offered a thumbs-up. “I guess it was only a matter of time before you joined the others with that flashy gold form. Nice work.”
Her grin only faded when she spotted one of the more powerful defenders that had rallied to the planet. The Konatsian prince, Typha. He had been something of an ally to the Saiyan Kingdom in the past, and beyond that, someone she could have seen becoming a good friend if they had ever had much cause to cross paths.He was powerful and capable, and it would be a shame for this to go sour for him so soon. But she wasn’t about to let him stand in their way for the sake of nostalgia, and so she made a point to wave him off.
“You’re usually pretty reasonable, Typha. Why don’t you gather up the rest of your friends here and run along off-planet. I’m not so certain any of you will survive being caught in the blast.” She spared a moment to glance across at those that stood with him. She didn’t recognize most of them. “Consider this the one offer of mercy you or any of your friends are going to be getting. After that, all bets are off.”
“Besides, you know the saying. Business is booming, right?”
Ramen enters the fray!
200,000 base PL - x24P Soul Mastery Active 3/3 KP Items: Spacepod, Stealth Upgrade, Scouter
Cress' eyes remained trained on the planet as he listened to Mumbo's broadcast blast over the speakers of his pod. Cress chuckled after he finished it up, even though he was slightly disappointed there was no mention of his name. 'Twenty minutes?' The powerful attack steadily rose in strength. Mumbo floated up to him, thanking him. "No problem. I'm looking forward to doing more in the future, the universe has been disappointingly quiet lately. Twenty minutes though? I can do it in less that one!"
Shortly after speaking, he saw a ki blast headed toward him. He kicked the pod behind him back gently, letting it close before its programming activated to keep it near him. The ki struck his side, but did nothing more than make the person who fired its presence known. Cress let out a booming laugh. "What're you gonna do? Beat me up? Hit me with another one of those?"
Korla followed behind Vuzel, one that held considerable strength but there was a gap between his and hers. She asked Mumbo a question, then her attention moved to him. "What the hell are you anyway?" Cress provokingly said. "You're strong but not strong enough to stop even one of us." Cress grinned.
Next was Zentry, Galactic Patrolman. The second strongest of their opponents so far, but still far below the last. "I'll place you under my foot." Cress retorted.
People wouldn't stop showing up, but it appeared that appeared to be on the enemy side at first before a quick followup. Cress sighed. "I don't have a couple hours, besides, this planet is mine to destroy. You could get rid of some of these other guys, though. Or blow some shit up on the surface."
Suddenly a power far greater than the others who had arrived to oppose them showed up, even larger than his or Mumbo's in his base form. A familiar face from Earth. Last he encountered this Konatsian Warrior was immediately following his fight with Ochra in an attempt to unlock the Super Saiyan form. That hadn't gone well, but at least he ended up unlocking it soon after.
"Glad to see you remembered me, Typha. Mumbo already warned them, so they'll probably survive. Had it of not been for their leader I probably would've never showed up here." Cress heard Typha's quick conversation with Korla and interrupted. "Oboe's on Earth sticking his nose in business that isn't his. Had it not been for him we would've gotten the Dragon Balls and went on our way. Maybe this will be a lesson learned for him." Following this Typha would give them a chance to leave before quickly powering up. "No." Cress responded with a serious tone attached.
A trio of stargoons arrived last. The first was Bamboo, who he was rather unfamiliar with. He liked her style, though. Then there was Ashi, who proceeded to blast the Galactic Patrolman. Finally, there was Ramen, who he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever. "I look forward to surpassing them, too. I've been slacking for far too long."
Now that everything was getting started, it was time to destroy Namek. The red ki grew in size rapidly as all the spiritual energy he'd compressed was let out. Letting out a yell, Cress fired a massive red ki blast at the planet; the Raze Flash.
Cress powers up to USSJ which makes his power level 2,584,000/1,976,000. He fires [UA2] Raze Flash which will deal 1,705,440 damage aimed at Namek's core. Cress goes from 7/7 KP to 5/7 KP
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2020 22:19:32 GMT -6 by Cress: editing
Opposition took its sweet time, for some reason. Usually threats like Mumbo's speech garnered tons of heroes. Small fries, big names, and everything in-between loved to swarm these kind of events. It was kind of like a red carpet event for those schmucks. He couldn't blame them, he supposed. Fighting was fun, and it wasn't often someone could say they fought the Stargoons and lived to tell the tale.
The first to arrive was a nice comic relief. A little Namekian dude shouted, trying his best to seem the least bit intimidating. Mumbo couldn't hold back his laugh, but nobody could say he didn't try.
"Did da greenies run outta adults? Scram, kid; dis is da big leagues."
Not far behind him was a rather interesting arrival. A galactic patrol officer of all things! Their run-ins had been few and far between, but it was always nice to beat down on the law. They were like the Shinjin's little enforcers, and they didn't even know it.
"Gah! Yuh got me officah. Cuff me-- I'm givin' up on crime forevah."
Mumbo produced a pair of handcuffs, but before he could continue his impromptu improv class, some actual heroes arrived. The first, a weird white alien, seemed to specifically taunt Cress, while the other, an elf dude, was focused a bit more on Mumbo. He had to admit, it felt weird being known as the leader of the Stargoons. To him, it was still Maple's job.
Cracking his knuckles, Mumbo gave the Konatsian a once-over. Tough kid. Sharp sword. Decently respectful, too, but not in that annoying way most heroes did it. Maybe he'd give them a workout? Only one way to find out, he supposed. "Hope I can extend da same to a Guy like you. No hard feelins if me and da Goons knock yer teeth in, right?"
Speaking of the Goons, they weren't far behind themselves! It was refreshing to see the Stargoons uniting once again. Bamboo, Ashi and Ramen appeared with similar levels of flare and pizzazz, with Ashi blasting away as soon as she touched down. Mumbo frowned, but only for a moment. There were a few members missing. Aside from the obvious in Dosu, Bloom and Amara had also taken a day off. It always worried him when they weren't all together.
"Hah! Nice. Look guys: Green caught herself a Little Green! Good job Leafy!"
Before he could think about quipping back to his buds or even forming a plan, their employer thought it sensible to pop off a shot at the planet's core! Talk about impatient. Mumbo wasn't sure which was worse. Sure, Kraktus took his sweet time, but Cress didn't even let the fight start before he started the party!
"Uhhh... Okay! Alright. Team! Action toime. Ramen, stay wit' Cress. Ashi, keep doin' you. Bamboo, cause some trouble! Everyone got it? Okay... Roll out!"
And so he literally rolled. Curling into a ball, Mumbo shot himself like a cannonball across the sky, aiming to slam into Korla's chest. His goal was to send the both of them rocketing through Namek's sky, and hopefully landing somewhere in the nearby mountain range.
KP: 3/3 Attacking Korla. Maybe splitting into a 1v1 if she's interested?
Faces unknown to him appeared at his side, wishing to save his homeworld. Although few in numbers, he held some hope that they would somehow be able to drive the invaders back. Of course, he would have much preferred if his people stood up for the fate of their planet, but in this state of emergency, he didn’t have much choice but to accept them.
This sense of security was however short-lived as the number of enemies only grew more and more. One of them even shot an ally of his in the first few seconds.
“NO-…” he didn’t even the time to react, not even come to his help. It all happened so fast. Not only Namekians felt prey to these monsters, but also aliens lending their help to those in need. Was this justice? Was any of this even deserved? To these powerful people, what did the life of others, of innocents, meant? He feared the answer.
Another of their ally charged at him, holding by the throat. He tried getting out, to no avail. That strength of hers was…far beyond what he ever encountered. He tried gathering all of his strength, but there was nothing he could do.
Using his Namekian elasticity, he elongated one of his legs under Bamboo, bringing it up behind up to tap on her shoulder blade. Hopefully, this would distract her enough to force her to look over her shoulder. If she did, then he would unhinge his jaw and try to bite down on her hand as much as he could, hopefully setting himself free. He did not have much time, the fate of the planet was in the hand of these few warriors. He had to help them.
OOC: Vuzel plays elastic man. Stretches one of his legs behind Bamboo, taps on her shoulder. If she does, then he goes for a big bite
Korla was conflicted by the arrival of more allies, the first to arrive was while far stronger than the Namkian who bravely stood up to the attackers, still far below the level of power needed to take on either of the attackers, perhaps though he could sneak in some good hits while she kept them occupied, it felt… unlikely… but it was at least a possibility.
What DID give her some hope was the arrival of the Konatsian Typha, she knew he was quite powerful without even using her scouter from the last time she had protected Namek alongside him, his presence gave them a genuine chance, while she was weaker than the Saiyan and Majin he was actually quite a bit stronger, maybe they COULD do this…
At least that had been what she thought until three more attackers arrived, the first two were threats but still not actually stronger than Typha, one of them even knew him and appeared to be a fellow Konatsian, perhaps Typha could convince her to stand down in spite of her ‘business is business’ mentality.
The last arrival however seemed to seal the deal, the woman, an Earthling if Korla had to guess, arrived and Korla’s scouter gave a reading that felt unreal, nearly five MILLION, as much an advantage on Typha as Typha had held against the first two attackers, she made a palty offer of ‘mercy’ to ‘allow’ them to leave but Korla had no intention of accepting, even if she believed it was genuine she refused to abandon another home, at the very least she would buy those evacuating as much time as possible to escape.
The Saiyan spoke to her, asking what she was and claiming she stood no chance against any of them, Korla VERY much wanted to test that theory, but with the odds as stacked against them as they were she could hardly try to goad the Saiyan into a one on one fight without abandoning Typha to the others, especially as while she wanted to believe she could kill the Saiyan, it was far from certain.
“I’ll let you know what I am right before I kill you Saiyan” Korla spat back at him leveling a glare at him as the group of pirates traded disgustingly casual banter between themselves, the one in orange rushed at the Galactic Patrolman and Korla was half ready to rush to his defense when she heard the one in black shout ‘roll out’ before she was promptly smacked into sending her flying into the air and toward a nearby mountain.
Korla Multipliers: x12
Split attempt accepted! Feel free to yeet it up whenever you want Bingus
It had been a mistake to come and fight instead of helping the Namekians flee. That didn't mean Zentry regretted his choice, if anything he was proud he'd made it. He smiled, middle finger extended at Ashi and her blast, "Fuck you." and then he was gone.