Rakko
Newcomer
PL: 6,000
Marked Marauder (x5P)
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Post by Rakko on Feb 11, 2020 8:56:10 GMT -6
The attack had begun only a few minutes ago, and already the Saiyan troops of Gemini B Station #14 found themselves pushed back to the inner corridors of their fortification, having lost the walls surrounding the facility within almost a minute to their assailant. They took positions along the corridor, using whatever cover was provided to them by the building's architecture as every blaster they had pointed towards the vacuum sealed door that stood as the only thing between them and whatever was attacking them. A few had whispered about the Arcosian being back, although that was quickly shot down by the fact that if it was the wanted criminal, they wouldn't have the chance they did now. Yet despite such words, the fear within the darkened room was almost palpable, the only sounds being the hum of their arm blasters and the odd shuffling of armour. For a moment longer, the silence reigned... before a beam of red light pierces the heavy steel door. A few shots of alarm were fired, scorching the bulwark as the beam... no... blade began to melt its way through. It carved through the steel around the frame of the door, and made a line through the centre of them where the seal was, before disappearing once again.
Then said door was blown off of its hinges, metal sailing through the air and impacting against soldiers with a solid whumpf. A red light emanated from the other side of the door as the assailant stepped through and into a volley of blaster fire. The blade whirled, forming an almost solid image of a red circle as the energy bolts were reflected and cast to the side, the odd bolt redirecting into one of the defending Saiyans. Then the figure attacked, and the screaming started. Blade whirred and lightning burst from their fingertips as those within range were sliced into pieces or fried within their armour, slumping against the walls and falling to the floor. Those who fought were bloodily executed, and the ones who tried to flee didn't make it very far before a spinning red blade sliced through their armour and bodies like a hot knife through butter. Soon, the corridor fell into a deathly quiet compared to the previous few moments of action and noise, this time the only sound being the hum of a blade and the joyful hum of its wielder.
Rakko, for her part, was having quite a lot of fun! The screams, the looks of fear from these so called 'soldiers'... they were more than enough to bring a heat to her cheeks, even as she strolled her way through the Saiyan fort. The elders of her conclave had long since forbidden their members from attacking the kingdom, but what did she care about the wishes of some ugly, old, not-to-mention dead, men? This had been more than worth it... Or, well, it will be when she was done. The red head really hoped none of them would try to go into that hideous monkey form they were so well known for. Just looking at pictures of it had been enough to provoke her to attack, actually seeing it would be so much worse. Her eyes were made to rest upon things of similar beauty to herself, not some hairy ape with a stupid looking mouth. Waving her hand, the Jinrui unlocks the door ahead of her as she steps into the fortress proper. Judging by the variety of doors and walls closing themselves around her, there were still a few left. Good. She wasn't quite done yet.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are~" She calls in a singsong voice, even as her blade pierces the nearest shutter. "Show me what makes you Saiyans so fearsome~"
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Boft Soiled
Newcomer
PL: 30,000
Hard Boiled (x2T)
Tag: @soiledboft
Posts: 14 
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Post by Boft Soiled on Feb 12, 2020 19:35:16 GMT -6
Boft's PL: 30,000 | Carl the Poop-Seijin's PL: 5,000 | Todd the Saibaman's PL: e
Items: Space Pod, Blutz Generator, Blood Ruby
Boft and his friends flew their way through the Arcose Sector, with no real direction. All they knew was that they'd need to take a pit stop soon. The tiny space pod was filled to the brim with the strangest trio in the universe! A buff, oily thong-wearing man sat in the seat, and cradled in his lap was a sentient turd and a Saibaman. Finishing off his sip from his flask, the poop speaks up with his gruff voice, " CAN WE JUST LAND ALREADY! I mean, come on Boft! An old poop like me can't sit in this position for so long! I feel like my back's about to snap-" The Saibaman cuts in, " Kikikiki!" " -NO I AM NOT OVERREACTING! When you get to my age, Todd, you'll know what it's like..." " Kikikikikikikikikikiiii kikiki!" " It doesn't matter that I don't have bones or muscles! My back hurts damn it!" The Poop takes another big swig from his flask. Boft had grown quite tired of his companions bickering on this trip. It was usually pretty bad, but something about this time around was making it even worse. Probably the fact that they'd just done the biggest failure of their criminal career. And now they don't have a spaceship. Instead, they have a crappy escape pod they stole from one of the top pirate groups on Knutts! Oh well, everything would be just fiiiiiiine. This was Boft after all! Everything ended great for the Eggman! Sick of his poopy friend's complaining, the eggboi hurtles the pod to the closest planet, the red twin of Brench. " Kikikikikikikiki?" The Saibaman asks. Carl has an answer, " Well, while these deserts may look harsh, it won't be so bad for us. Criminals like us would be recognized on Gemini A, those cities got too many people on it. We can settle here somewhere out in the desert. Worst comes to worst, we just take over a military station. Honestly, it's kinda strange to see how little has changed around here since the Saiyans took over... Makes ya wonder how much of a difference there really is between all these intergalactic powers." If Boft could talk, he would've told the poop to can it a while ago.
The group had landed and set up a small camp near their landing spot. And they all decided to go on an adventure! The best way to get used to your surroundings is to go out and explore it! So off they went. And within a half-hour of walking, the trio spots a military base of sorts! " Let's go meet the neighbors! Now, you guys just let me do the talking- AND I DON'T CARE how silver you think your tongue is Todd! I'm the best at makin' up names and backstories on the fly, you guys saw me in that improv class!" But when they reached the entrance, they saw that the neighbors weren't doing very well. Barricades were ripped apart, bodies were strewn about, blood was splattered all over the ground, and they hadn't even made it inside yet! " I-I don't like the look of this fellas- BOFT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Boft kept stomping ahead, ducking down to enter the door. Todd followed close behind, and out of fear of being alone, Carl reluctantly joins them. It didn't take long for the trio to find who was creating all of this carnage. She was calling out to the Saiyans?! " Is she trying to get herself killed?! C-Come on guys, let's just go!" Carl tries to turn around and run, but Boft picks him up with his hand. The two look at each other, and Carl could tell what Boft wanted him to do. " Wh-Why's it gotta be me every time? Can't Todd do it?" Boft just kept staring. " Ugh, fine. One of these days you're gonna end up gettin' me killed ya know! HEY LADY! EGGMAN OVER HERE WANTS TO SHOW YA SAIYANS AREN'T THE THING TO BE FIGHTING THESE DAYS! THOSE GUYS'RE OLD NEWS COMPARED TO MY FRIEND HERE!" The 9-foot tall behemoth with an egg for a face stomps forward, seemingly shaking the whole station, and cracks his knuckles. His soulless eyes pierce through any onlookers. And his cheery smile freaks them out even more. Where his cheeks would be if they weren't eggshell are rosy. The pinkish-gray Poop-Seijin pulls out a rather pointy looking stick from seemingly nowhere. The Saibaman takes a few steps behind them and sits down. " T-Todd?! Aren't you gonna help?" Todd seemed to be having one of his lazy days today.
OOC: The Bois are here. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Boft KP: 3/3
Carl KP: 3/3
Boft PL Damage Percent: 0%
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Kaal
Newcomer
PL: 17,850
Remnants Of An Ancient Race (x4P)
Tag: @kaal
Posts: 37
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Post by Kaal on Feb 13, 2020 16:47:38 GMT -6
While he did truly appreciate everything the Konatsian people had done for him, as well as Ikra helping him to find a temporary place to stay and to rejuvenate himself, Kaal knew for a fact that he couldn't, and most likely wouldn't, allow himself to get too comfortable. He was still a warrior at heart, with no real home to return to, no people to protect, and so he had decided after a month or two of remaining, training, and reevaluating himself that he would find another planet to stay on. Kaal wished not to strain such an already recovering population any longer, and thus after finding a nice enough spacepod to load the bare necessities that he required, the Vangardian soon took off from the planet Konats and remained for a little while in space once more. He didn't really leave an explanation to the people or specifically Ikra, he did however leave a sort of thank you note in the form of a hastily written on piece of paper upon his bedroom door. He never was any good at goodbyes. What he was good at though, was fighting- something he hoped would be a skill still invaluable to him while on his journey through the wide, wide cosmos he knew little to nothing about. Perhaps it would have been smart to ask for a map or a, what were they called, an encyclopedia of sorts of the universe-? Kaal doubted that the Konatsian people would have something like that, but it seemed like it would've been worth a try. Either way, it was too late now, he was already within the dark expanse of space once more.
Within his small spacepod, Kaal mostly did either one of two things- sleeping, or mental imagery training. He mostly stayed within the regions of mental imagery training due to the fact that he himself was still quite afraid of falling asleep and reawakening to nearly hundreds upon hundreds of years lost to the sands of time once more, as well as not wishing for another crash-landing that could potentially leave him worse for wear once more. Though, that is not to say that he didn't have his weaker moments, and sometimes the fatigued warrior did allow himself to drift off in peace from time to time. Though, such moments were few and far between, and even with the enticing entertainment of mental imagery training, majority of Kaals time was spent watching and waiting amongst the bright stars of the galaxy- biding his time until he finally found a suitable planet to land upon.
However, this landing was not to be as smooth as he hoped it would, as once again Kaal was awoken to the sound of his beeping spacepod just as he did when he first initially entered Konats' atmosphere, and he muttered a swear or two as he realized he was closing in on another planets atmosphere incredibly soon. Quickly regaining his bearings after a slight panic attack from the first time this had occurred, Kaal began to punch in numbers and buttons on his spacepods control panel, allowing for him to make for more of a gentle crash than the first time as his ship collided with Gemini B's surface. His head snapped backward upon initial impact, but he was used to such things, and eventually exited his space pod in a huff.
Choosing to leave the bulk of his items within his ship, Kaal began to wander around his new environment, forgetting just exactly how long he's been out there just as he found in the distance what looked to be some sort of military installation- wherein he sensed several power signatures worth investigating. His gut told him that it would be most likely an excellent way of either getting to know the locals or warming right back into his combative nature. He quickly bee-lined it for the base, flying at a high speed as he soon enough closed the distance between him and the, unsettlingly fuming of smoke, base. His eyes narrowed in concentration, and it felt as though several weaker signatures were attempting to fight off one larger signature than the rest- and losing horribly.
Having a knack for dramatic entrances, Kaal hovered over the area in which he could feel the now two power levels seemingly standing off against eachother, moving slightly backward so that he'd take the place behind the weaker one, in this case being Rakko, thus closing off their escape and giving him a better view of all of the opposition. He then immediately dropped down through the roof, slamming onto the concrete ground below him- immediately standing up with arcs of blue electricity flowing wildly across his eyes and body.
The flame and smoke furling and unfurling around the Vangardian made for quite the climatic backdrop.
"I, assume you aren't here to play nice, then?" Kaal muttered in a slightly amused tone, trying to bring out the old, lighthearted fighter within him to try and liven the mood a bit, as he shot a hardened gaze at Rakko- whom he assumed was the main assailant, as the other three individuals currently here got there around the same time he had.
If they wished to engage in some old fashioned fisticuffs, by god he would let them.
(PL: 17,850)
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