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Post by Amara on May 20, 2020 7:22:23 GMT -6
A whistling roar pervaded Amara's hearing as she held tightly onto Scallio, the pair on a crash course for Gemini A's momentous ocean. The sound dulled as they breached the surface, a vicious wake of crashing waves and foam forming in their wake as they plummeted to the depths. Luckily, at the speed of Super Saiyans, they didn't need to wait long before reaching their destination. Momentum getting slashed in half, Amara shrugged off a shockwave of pain as the Saiyans tore their way through the outer shielding of a Brenchian city, her grip finally releasing Scallio as she righted herself midair. It was a perfect battleground... for more reasons than one. No goodies should disturb them given that the city was empty, and trying to escape would mean first clawing your way back out of the self-repairing blast shields and then up through the Ocean. Soaked and battered, Amara was far from done. With a shout and a powerful burst of her aura, a shimmering wave of energy reinvigorated the woman.
"Why?" Was the first word she uttered, raw anger and confusion lacing her tone, doing well to cover under the subtlest undertone of pain."Why in the name of the GODS would you think this was ever a good idea? Your idiotic stunt at the mountain I can sort of understand, wanting to avenge your lover. Yet both that STUPID incident at Ginger Town and now THIS!? AFTER YOU ALREADY CONQUERED THE TWIN PLANET!?" Her first clenched, Amara rocketing towards her son and rearing her fist back to deliver a single, powerful blow to his face. "And don't you even try to tell me that 'nobody would care' since nobody bothered to show up for the last planet. You... you fucking IDIOT! You're not INVINCIBLE Scallio, you're not even the top fucking ten of strongest people in the galaxy, with most of those slots being taken up by Heroes. Heroes, who may I remind you, have recently taken a liking to killing problematic firestarters instead of sparing them." With another feral scream, the Saiyan's palm outstretched as electricity crackled, energy coalescing around her hand for a moment before shooting out in an energy wave.
Amara was shaking violently at this point, a volatile mix of grief and rage alike. "I... I don't want to see you die." She spat, teeth grit. "Believe it or fucking not, there was a reason I was shadowing you in the background for decades before we officially met again. There's a reason I keep showing up to these stupid little tirades to try and bail your ass out of a meeting with the Grim Reaper. Am I evil? Am I a piece of shit? Am I an unworthy mother good only for all the scorn you can be bothered to throw at my feet? Yes. I am all those things, and I am worse even still." Amara's aura flickered violently, sparks of yellow energy hissing and popping as they arced from her body. Her body wasn't tired, yet her mind was. "You remind me more and more of him with each meeting we have." She spoke disgustedly. "Impulsive. Violent. Irrational. Stubborn. Full of shit. Hell, you even have the edginess part down pat, too. And if that's what you want to be, a clone of your father then you're doing a great job fulfilling that bastard's legacy."
Amara laughed softly, shaking her head. "This is all my fault in the end, I guess. When the time came to step up to the plate to actually help your where it matters, I bailed." Head tilted low, one could almost make out a lone tear falling from her eye only to be quashed immediately in Amara's glove. "I helped turn you down the same pain-ridden, torturous, horrible path I walked. The same path that turned me into the monster I am today. And now there's no going back. There's no use thinkng about what I could've done differently if only I tried harder... but Scallio..." She paused for a moment, looking up at her child with genuine remorse. "I'm sorry." Words that she'd never uttered before in decades, not even to the family she found in the Stargoons. "I'm sorry for failing you, but please, if you continue down this self-destructive path of anger and nihilism, then... then Endiver should've killed you both-" Her eyes widened for a moment, mouth snapping shut as if her tongue had been burnt.
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Post by Scallio on May 20, 2020 10:52:27 GMT -6
2,210,000 / 1,690,000 PL His body felt heavy and sluggish against the pressure of the ocean's depth. Surely this couldn't be where his mother meant to fight, it only slowed the both of them down and not to mention they'd both need to breath at some point. Had she even been thinking about that when she charged him? Pain rippled through his back as they smashed through something hard and sturdy. Whatever they'd hit had apparently affected his mother as well, forcing her to release him in order to keep herself steady. Scallio quickly put some distance between himself and Amara but didn't run. He instead inspected his surroundings, noting that they were in underwater city and that what they'd hit was the shielding that kept it from being submerged. The shielding had begun to repair itself but it was still only a thin layer of armor protecting them from the sea.
Scallio's eyes shot to Amara as she exploded with energy and a disappointed frown formed on his face. Not because he was worried, he didn't have to be, and not because he was confident he could beat her either. "Tck." he scoffed at her question, just barely noticing her clenched fist in time to do something about it. He chose not too, however, and Amara's fist slammed into his face and sent him flying backwards. All the while Amara continued her rant, lecturing him about his perceived stupidity and reminding him of his weakness. He knew he wasn't invincible, he knew what he was doing was stupid, and he knew he wasn't anywhere near the strongest in the world.
"You don't need to know why." he said dryly as he halted his momentum backward with a kiai, "It's not like knowing is going to change anything." Scallio stared at his mother with disinterested eyes. Amara looked conflicted and despite all the angry yelling she was doing Scallio swore it sounded like she was sad or something. It was hard for him to tell if that true or not, given that she wouldn't stop attacking him. Using the same trick he'd done to get close to Russe, Scallio managed to dodge his mother's attack by teleporting via fire. Scallio reappeared with the same disappointed frown from early on his face, he really wished she'd just shut up and fight. If she had Scallio could of held out hope that she'd be able to do what he needed, but no, she just had to keep talking. "Will you shut up already?!" he barked "I don't need some piss-poor speech about how you really care and I don't need some half-assed attacks either." he was trying to sound angry but it came out more apathetic than he'd intended.
Genuine anger briefly flashed inside Scallio's eyes, "Don't you dare compare me to him." but Amara continued to compare him to his father and the more she did, the more she hammered it in, the more he felt his temper start to rise. He didn't care what she had to say anymore, it was too late and pointless at this point anyway. Before Amara even got a chance to say she was sorry, Scallio lashed out at her violently. He rushed her at a blinding speed and attempted to deliver a roundhouse kick to the side of her face that would hopefully send her flying.
"I'm done with you getting in the way of my plans. Either fight or die Amara, the choice is yours." BATTLE INFO Items: Senzu Bean
Used [SU1] To Dodge Amara's [A1]
KP: 6/7
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Post by Amara on May 20, 2020 11:28:33 GMT -6
She'd hoped for... something to happen. Scallio's mask to crack, the boy willing to stand down, at the very least some sort of explanation for why he was even doing this. She got nothing. "Don't do this," Amara seethed, rage lacing her voice. "For better or worse you were always the one to - at a minimum - wear your heart on your sleeve. The explosive wildcard that always fought as a proud warrior, not this... uncaring dead-toned shell of a Saiyan." Her beam phased past Scallio as he vanished into a puff of flame, teleporting a bit closer with the same, disinterested expression he'd been wearing. "MAYBE YOU DON'T BUT I DO!" She shouted back, energy growing more volatile with each passing second. "ADD BLEEDING HEART AND PISS-POOR SPEECH GIVER TO MY LIST OF FAILURES, DAMNIT, BUT I WON'T STOP!" Stopping was all she ever did when it came to words, especially with her own remaining family. "All I've done is run away from actually talking about how I feel and now here you are, brushing it aside." Ironic.
At least the mention of Endiver was enough to spark some sort of reaction from him, Scallio rushing her mid-way through her sentence to attack her. "You're making it hard not to." Amara spat, catching the kick with her arm to reduce the force to a short tumble through the air. "Your whole attitude about EVERYTHING lately is little more than a carbon copy of Endiver whether you want to admit it or not." Everything but his forced emotionlessness. That was a terrifying reminder of what... she used to be. A memory flashed before her eyes, one of the first days she'd landed upon the Earth and had met Sensoa before his turning: A tinge of anger coated her tone, but Amara kept it under control. "He's become his father. The man I fled from, the man who irrevocably fucked up a child's life." Closing her eyes, the Saiyan took a deep breath. "But staying away now because he has already deteriorated is not an excuse." Amara shivered, even as her body automatically aimed another pulse of energy straight at Scallio, no real hope of damaging intent behind it.
"Or, worse yet..." Amara spoke softly, face twisted in regret. "You've become more like me. The old me. The me who couldn't be bothered to give a damn about life or anyone else living it, the emotionless me that I'd built up as a shield to my past regrets and still struggle with today. The me who... wanted to die. Wanted to be released for this cyclical torment for good." Why? Why had Scallio potentially fallen down that same path? He had rivals, friends, blessings from the Saiyan Queen, an entire planet to call his own and yet he still acted exactly like the old Amara - a broken, uncaring shell with nothing to live for. "Damnit..." Her fist clenched tighter, metal straining against the pure force as the Saiyan silently swore. "And I, Scallio, am not done with getting the way of your 'plans', no matter how stupid they can be." She said tiredly, huffing. "And what comes next if you do kill me? Parade my corpse around to show how powerful and apathetic you've become? Try to blow up the next planet only to get railed by the Heroes there?"
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Post by Scallio on May 22, 2020 6:07:24 GMT -6
2,340,000 / 1,300,000 PL "You've got some nerve to stand there and talk about who I am as a person. We barely even know each other, you've been around for what - like a year at the most? And we spent a majority of that time not even speaking to each other!" but she wasn't wrong and Scallio knew that. "An uncaring shell." it was an apt description as just like his victory on Gemini B, Scallio was hollow. He was dead to the world in more ways than one and he only had himself to blame. "Exactly like you did to me or have you forgotten already? I came to you back on Earth asking for your help and you told me to get lost." that was at least two months ago, back when he still saw a reason to care. If only she'd bothered to be a mother then and not when it was too late.
Scallio's eyes, like daggers, pointed at his mother with deadly intent. "You don't know a damn thing about me!" growled Scallio, unaware of the rage slowly building in his voice. Amara had blocked his attack but Scallio was quick to react to her counter blast by fire-blinking out of its way. He burned back into existence with tightly clenched fists and his brow furrowed in frustration. He looked away from Amara, however, when she insinuated that it was death that he sought from all of this. It neither confirmed nor denied her assumption but he was sure it said enough. "If tossing your severed head to Bloom is what it takes to get what I want, then sure I'll do it. I'll blow up a thousand planets if that's what it takes to either fill the void or-" he cut himself off, growling in frustration as he struggled with his thoughts. He needed this conversation to end, she'd already managed to get him to say more than he'd intended.
"You know what? Fuck it." with a violent roar Scallio's aura surged, "You want to compare me to Endiver so badly huh? Well fine, I'll give you exactly what you're asking for." his stomach twisted into a knot at the words but he said them regardless. He needed her to shut up and this felt like the only way to do it while still getting what he wanted. With relentless fury, Scallio unleashed a massive salvo of energy blasts at his mother that streaked through the sky like comets. Still not finished, Scallio took aim at his mother once again, dark orange flames coiling around his arm like a serpent. "I'll be my father's son!" the flames jumped from around his arm and wrapped themselves around a large beam of energy that launched from the palm of his hand.
BATTLE INFO Items: Senzu Bean
Used [SU1] To Dodge Amara's [A1]
Beastial Strength [Bulking] Active [x1/-x3]
Launched a non-KP Energy Barrage and Flaming Beam at Amara.
KP: 4/7
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Post by Amara on May 22, 2020 8:09:48 GMT -6
"Forgotten?" Amara intoned in disbelief. "Scallio, this whole time I've been verbally regretting that. No, not just that one incident - regretting every time I walked away from you because I was afraid. Pushing you away, giving the impression that you were unwanted... both were unintentional. I never hated you, never wanted to disown you, Scallio, but I was afraid. Stupid, irrational, and afraid." The woman's shoulders sagged a bit, a sigh escaping her lips. "I know I'm too late. I know it's too little, I know you don't want me around anymore, but you can't keep perpetuating this delusion that I hated you or didn't want you around. I just... you deserved something better than me as a mother in your life, Scallio, and I was content to let you have it. You had a successful mercenary group, good standing with Kayen, a lover of your own, friends and rivals, and yet you're throwing it all away because you think you have nothing."
A flicker of some unreadable emotion crossed Amara's face at her child's silent confirmation. "Yet I somehow doubt that's the whole truth." She said quietly. "Attacking Earth would've been a quicker solution to that problem, yet you chose this place instead. Hoping that angry defenders kill you to fulfill your desire is no less cowardly than dying by your own hand." Amara gestured around vaguely. "And what IS it that can fill the void? You had opportunities for fame, for riches, for importance, for friends, for a family, and yet you tossed them all away and now act like such opportunities never presented themselves to you." The pieces of this puzzle were obtuse and bent, not quite clicking together neatly to form a satisfactory answer. So many things that he claimed yet the evidence before them was contradictory to it.
Amara was silent as Scallio exploded in an aura of fury, secretly relieved that he at least was capable of resorting to basic emotion if pushed far enough. The woman was not idle as Scallio starting to charge his energy, a small golden glow pulsing from her palms as her Ki gathered as well, preparing to strike back against whatever Scallio had in mind. Bolts and orbs came flying her way, paltry attacks compared to even the restrained displays of power she'd already been showing. The initial wave crashed against her armor, plumes of smoke and dust screening her for a moment as the boy prepared his ending attack. And contrary to what Scallio may have been expecting, Amara's next words held no deep-seated anger but were merely accepting: "Good. If that's who you want to be than be that. I don't expect you to forgive me or stand by my side, Scallio, but do something with your life other than throwing it away entirely." A counter-strike shone through the billowing smokescreen, a pure golden pillar of energy dwarfing Scallio's attack as it raced towards him at incredible speed. Amara's raw destructive power waned after, the woman heaving a few deep breathes as the brilliant yellow in her hair faded to pale color, aura subsiding as she tried to catch a short breather. The Saiyan wasn't sure if Scallio had yet to master the art of keeping a stable Super Saiyan form himself, but if he hadn't, this could very well prove to be her ace.
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Post by Scallio on May 22, 2020 11:29:00 GMT -6
2,210,000 / 1,690,000 PL The bolt of lightning that was Amara tore through Scallio's attack like a knife a through butter, splitting the beam in half and raining fire down on the city below as she charged at him. He didn't have the time to avoid the attack , but he had other options - ways to defend himself or at least mitigate the damage he'd take. Something told him they wouldn't have made much of difference, however, but he gave it a shot anyway. Forming a Nova Grenade in the palm of his hand Scallio slammed it into his mother's fist. The resulting clash weakened the blow but it was still just as deadly. Blasted backward, Scallio's entire body convulsed in pain as electricity arched through him and the taste of copper overwhelmed his taste buds. His sense of sight and sound left him as his whole world turned to static, "Gaah." he took deep breaths, each one painful but necessary.
"You-" delirium washed over him and his eyes glazed over as he gripped at his forehead to try force the pain away. But instead Scallio found his thoughts flood by his mother voice but louder. Every thing she said felt like it was bouncing around inside of his mind like a rubber ball. "You don't understand." Scallio gripped his forehead tighter "You just-" his nails dug into his skin "You just don't..." and like a volcano he erupted "UNDERSTAND!" Scallio screamed at the top of his lungs as a pillar of fire violently twisted to life around him.
"None of it matters." he said, throwing his arm to the side and glaring at Amara with burning eyes. "The Apes, Kayen, you, this planet and even me, none of it fucking matters. It's all just pointless bullshit and I don't know why I didn't see it sooner." Scallio barely recognized the sound of his own voice, it was so much anger than he'd ever heard before it. Every ounce of hatred and contempt he'd been feeling was pouring out of him and he didn't know how to make it stop it. Did he even want it to stop? "Why not throw my life away my life, it's not like I'm wanted, not by the people that matter. You didn't run away to give me a better life dammit! So stop trying to pass that load of Saiba dung off as anything other than what it is. At the end of the day you left me, my own mother discarded me like I was trash and you did so repeatedly." Scallio growled.
"You might not have hated me but you didn't love me enough to stay and Endiver didn't love me at all. Worst of all, I'm so fucked up because of it that I pushed the one person who did care for me away." and Narissa wasn't going to come back either. "It's too late to change and I wouldn't want to even if it wasn't." he was resolved to keep fighting and he'd forced his body to power through the pain until he dropped dead. "So are you happy now mother? We've had our little heart to heart, so there shouldn't be any reason for you to hold yourself back." Scallio didn't wait for a reply, charging his mother and attempting to drive the both them into the city below with a lariat. BATTLE INFO Items: Senzu Bean
Clashed Amara's [MA3] with an [A1] reducing the damage taken to 162%.
Beastial Strength [Bulking] Dropped.
KP: 3/7
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Post by Amara on May 22, 2020 12:17:27 GMT -6
Amara was silent at Scallio's outburst, flinching only slightly as she bears witness to the damage her attack had inflicted on him. Singed and charred, but seemingly still full of a fiery vigor to fight. "You're right about one thing..." The woman said softly, eyes closing in regret. "I don't understand you right now. Maybe I sort of could, given I was stuck in that damnable void a few months ago..." Yet he was even further gone than she was. Amara at least clung to some semblance of normalcy through watching Scallio, through her jobs as a mercenary, and then eventually meeting the Stargoons. Her... son as he was now was lost, perhaps too deep in for her to even try and save him. And it was her fault. "I'm sorry," She said plainly, no heavy emotional buildup to it. "I'm sorry for making you like this. I'm sorry that I helped lead to... tirade of desperation."
Amara braced herself for impact as Scallio came flying at her, trying her best to conserve as much energy as possible in hopes of outlasting him entirely. Her head reeled back, a small grunt escaping the Saiyan's lips as the force of Scallio's attack drove the pair of them down further into the abandoned city, smashing into the stone-like substance used to pave the streets. Amara stood, only a bit worse for wear, sensing allowing her to locate Scallio once more. Despite the new scuff marks on her, Amara's breathing was steadier now, the woman close to being fully rejuvenated and ready to return to her maximum power state. "...Scallio." She said calmly. "If that's the path you wish to walk, then... then I guess I've no choice but to let you. As much as it tears as the remaining strings in my heart, you... you can make your own choices. And though I heavily disagree with this one, in particular, trying to keep you from it obviously isn't going to work."
Amara's aura started to return, slowly but surely. "I... I know what I have to do, now, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." A small part of her still screamed that this was insane, that her child could still be salvaged from this mess. Yet Amara knew she couldn't secure him a better future afterward. "If your ultimate desire is death... then what better person to grant it than me. I'll give you a warrior's funeral, bathed in blood, and fresh from the fight." Nobody else had the right to end her child's life like this but her. Not Kayen, not Carro, not that stupid grandstanding Dion, and not even another Stargoon. This was her fight to see until the end, and all the Kais above be damned if she wasn't dedicated to ending this. She still wasn't ready to fire anything impactful off, but that didn't stop Amara from using a fraction of her strength to show she was serious. Gathering a crackling bolt of energy in the shape of a pointed javelin, she aimed to pierce Scallio straight through the torso with it. "Make your swan song a memorable one... Scallio."
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Post by Scallio on May 22, 2020 14:34:53 GMT -6
2,340,000 / 1,300,000 PL They hit the ground and Scallio lost sight of his mother shortly afterward, the dust and debris from their impact obscured his vision but only momentarily. Using the sound of her voice, because she still hadn't stopped talking, Scallio was able to pinpoint her location. She wasn't far and when the dust cleared the two stood apart from one another, each on opposite sides of a large crater. Scallio was silent as Amara spoke, she sounded genuinely hurt over having no choice but to accept that he was lost. For a brief moment the hardened expression on his fact strained as something other than anger began to gnaw at him. He was quick to squash it, however, forcing his face into a scowl and letting out a low growl from the back of his throat. What else was there for him to say? Nothing, the only thing left for them to do was fight until one of them died. Something that Amara finally seemed to understand or so Scallio had thought at least. The pitiful nature of the attack she'd sent his way told him that she was still having doubts about finishing him off herself. He didn't even need to swat the javelin away, the energy he'd already begun to charge was enough to cause it to dissipate as it neared him. Scallio knew he'd need more strength than he currently had for his attack but he'd planned ahead for something like this. Death might of been the goal but it wasn't something Scallio wanted to go towards with a whimper. Scallio reached inside one of his pockets and pulled out a small green bean which he promptly popped into his mouth. It didn't taste very good but the instantaneous healing of his wounds more than made up for it. Now back at full strength, the mercenary slowly lifted up from the ground and an intense wave of heat blanketed the area. "My swang song huh?" the Saiyan's energy quickly began to raise and the world responded with another immense wave of heat. The flickering orange flames that surrounded Scallio changed to a deep crimson and coiled tightly around his right arm. Channeling his ki further, a flaming orb of red energy appeared in front of his palm and Scallio grabbed onto it. Clasped tightly inside his hand the mercenary continued to add power into the sphere. The flames curled around his arms began to dim and the orb quickly became to large for Scallio to contain within the palm of his hand. Now the size of a miniature sun the energy hovered next to his open palm. "This is it." he scowled, "Exactly what you wanted from me right? I've poured everything that I have and everything that I am into this." with vigorous force Scallio pushed the orb forward and slammed his hand against it. "So take it, take all of it! My love, my anger and all of my sorrow!" A massive beam of red energy with spiraling flames around it shot forth from the miniature sun with tremendous power and force. Anything caught within its path on its way towards Amara was burned to cinders. Even Scallio's arm hadn't gotten away untouched, he could feel the palm of his hand starting to burn but he kept going regardless. If this was to be his last battle then it was going to be one worth remembering. "HELIOS OVERHEAT!" BATTLE INFO Items: -
Used Bean to heal damage and get +3 KP
Beastial Strength [Bulking] Active.
Fired [SIG][Force] Helios Overheat for 3,112,200 PL
KP: 3/7
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Post by Amara on May 22, 2020 16:10:37 GMT -6
Amara was silent as Scallio batted away her low-powered lance, pulling out a small familiar item that had thwarted her efforts in the past... a Senzu. The Saiyan didn't know where he kept getting the mystical comestibles from, but this time it wouldn't make a difference. Magic bean or no, Amara was not deterred from her ultimate goal of victory. As counter-intuitive to both Scallio's desire and her chances to finish it once and for all... she let him finish. Her fist squeezed idly, the woman staying steady as she felt her energy compiling and returning to her. If not for this little hiccup, she could've been back to full fighting form in a minutes' time. A meager ball of red flaming energy had formed in Scallio's hands, Amara simply watching as he poured his newfound effort into it. "Yes..." She replied dully to the rhetoric, taking a deep breath as the colossal sphere of energy reached its' apex. As opposed to the ball being the attack itself, an energy wave was shot forth from the sun's surface, a coiling twist of scorching flames encircling it. Amara made no move to dodge, staring at the oncoming attack even as her body tensed, bracing itself for the inevitable impact. Scallio's ultimate technique dwarfed her entirely, embracing her in its' hostile warmth as both her body and armor began to buckle against the sheer force. The woman's eyes closed, accepting the flood of pain and furious heat as a penance for her neglect and abuse. Her mind wandered even as her body thrashed and writhed beneath Helios Overheat. 'Is this my son?' A gruff, seemingly aloof voice intoned. The man, a sheer brute in terms of size, couldn't keep his curiosity down, marching over to a seated woman and looking at the bundle in her arms expectantly. Clad in nothing but her black undersuit, she offered a smile to him, lifting the cloth from the babe. 'Yes.' She said softly, eyes resting upon the child with an inexorable amount of love. 'I just wanted some time with him before we use the incubation tube...'The vanguard plating on Amara's jet-black suit had finally failed, incinerated in the unyielding beam of red energy as the black bodysuit beneath began to poke through, protected by a thin layer around her body which was also under siege. The flesh on her exposed skin began to burn slightly, reddening as the attack continued and Amara weathered it to the best of her ability. It was almost to a close now, she knew, but her nerves were in a perpetual state of agony that stretched these few seconds into an eternity of suffering. 'I'm sure he'll grow stronger-' A cautious voice said, attempting to soothe a livid Saiyan. 'He's pathetic. A disgrace to both you AND me! If I hadn't been there to see the boy slither out from your womb I would have had him killed by now.' His fist slammed into the metal plating of the ship they pair were on, a deep indent left behind. 'You failed me, Silver Maiden.' He growled almost mockingly. 'And here I thought a union could prove fruitful and it only bore THIS disappointment.'It finally ended, Amara's arms lowering as her breath came in ragged, pitched intervals, battered and worn down. Her armor was all but gone, bits and pieces of her undersuit missing as well. Her eyes finally opened, resting upon Scallio. She wasn't going to wait to end this anymore. It was time to end this chapter of her life and finally do something right by her son for once. Pushing her already wounded body even further, her hair reignited in a glorious blaze of gold, shining with fierce intensity even as she screamed in agony as her aching form couldn't handle the output just quite yet. In a burst of speed, she launched herself straight toward Scallio... 'Mommy has to go now...' The woman's voice was strained, full of regret and hesitation. Her hand was placed upon the incubation tube, the child inside asleep. 'Daddy won't appreciate you when I'm around. He already talked about trying for another successor after he- after we... lost your brother.' The child had an unmarked grave upon some backwater alien planet. There was no corpse to go along with it. 'Don't give up, my child.' Her arms wrapped around the tube, a stream of tears falling from her eyes as she bid her farewell. 'Please... no matter what happens, stay strong, Scallio.'Amara's arms shot out to either side, aiming to wrap around Scallio's limbs and pin them to his body in a tight hug. Her head rested upon his shoulder for a moment, even if he decided to try and struggle. "Goodbye, my only son." With a surge of energy, Amara's entire body was bathed in a brilliant golden sheen of electricity, growing brighter and brighter until it finally reached the breaking point. An impossibly large pillar of energy enveloped the duo, Amara holding her son still as she unleashed her own ultimate attack. The beam expanded and expanded, growing to colossal sizes as it engulfed a large chunk of the city. The raw power was enough to shoot straight into the sky in a whitish-gold beam, shattering the ocean barrier of the city and streaking straight into the sky of Gemini above, filling the sky with a surge of light... |
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Post by Amara on May 23, 2020 20:46:28 GMT -6
*Skipping with Scallio's permission, hence he dies from the previous attack
Falling to the ground in a distant haze, the yellow faded from Amara's hair completely as all energy simply left her body. Her knees buckled first, slamming against the jagged and chipped concrete as the woman could barely muster the will to keep herself upright. A smoky haze clouded her vision and lungs, the Saiyan coughing and hacking as the dust from her last resort cleared. Her grip on Scallio has been lost somewhere in the midst of the energy blast, the other Saiyan's aura had instinctively pushed her away even as the surge of power crashed forth relentlessly. Her left hand was clenched, gripping a torn section of the black cape Scallio had adorned sometime after his ascension as Emperor of Gemini B. She didn't let it go just quite yet, forcing her eyes open to stare across the crater for any sign of movement or energy. Scallio had always managed to find a way to survive despite the odds, and the woman had no doubt that this situation would be an exception.
She held on to the flickering hope that this display would show how serious she was, get him to understand that killing him WAS a route Amara could take... albeit willingly. Maybe then he could... be normal again. Be the same abrasive, loud-mouthed, fiery-tempered Saiyan he's always been. Meet up with that 'rival' of his, Dion. ...Amara had lost track of just how long she'd been waiting, heaving shuddering breaths as she expected something. Anything. A quip, an attack back, a grunt, some sort of movement from the pile of rubble surrounding her in the now destroyed city block... yet nobody came. "Scallio?" Her voice was weak, uncertain, holding a certain vulnerability to it that wasn't present before. "Scallio!?" She called again louder, forcing herself to her feet and gnashing her teeth together. "Where are you, you... you bastard..." Amara trailed off, trembling slightly as she received no reply.
Amara had fled the Crimson Apes at the first reasonable chance she had gotten. Yet still, that left her with nothing besides a junky old spacepod and the armor on her back. ...A set of highly recognizable and high-quality armor that would immediately oust her as a former member of Silver Lightning. Reluctantly shrugging the gear off, the woman was left with nothing but a bodysuit, an older model blaster, and her wits... stranded upon some backwater planet. A spike of pain wracked her heart, Amara swallowing down her emotions as images of her last remaining child flashed before her eyes. She had left him there... alone, and in the clutches of Endiver. Yet she couldn't provide him in a place like this. Amara would hardly be able to survive on her own, let alone a child - and while Endiver was truly despicable scum, he wouldn't dare kill his last remaining spawn so quickly. Scallio, as reluctant as she was to admit it, could probably prosper better under... him than he could her.
A beat of silence stretched out into a chorus, Amara simply standing motionless, the city completely still under the silent, crushing ocean depths. "I really am... 'bad', aren't I." There was nothing left of him save for the scrap of cloth she still held, not even ashes left behind as the technique vaporized him to a finer, molecular deconstruction. He had asked for it. He wanted it. If he lived here he'd go do this somewhere else, and then some spiteful insult of a Hero would... would do it in her place. "Hah..." Yet even that justification felt shallow. Scallio was dead. Her entire family was. Her 'husband', her parents, and her sons. "Be at ease now, Scallio." She whispered softly, not bothering to wipe the tears away this time - the droplets falling freely and staining the rubble below. "I hope you can find peace in the afterlife." Amara wouldn't look for him in Hell, despite knowing she had the ability to. That was not her place, especially not anymore.
It had been a few years since her departure, a few new scars adorned the Saiyan's face, an immeasurably tired look resting upon it despite her relatively young age. 'He did it...' She said softly, staring up at the recording as it played out once more. It was a simple video, one that showed Endiver's swift death at the hands of his prodigy. Her son. A small, worn smile spread across her lips as she sighed. 'He can be free now.' Truth be told, she had been thinking of coming back and rescuing him herself from the bastards clutches, having trained for years to eventually surpass the other Saiyan in single combat. Yet now that appeared unnecessary. Would... would he even want her back in his life? He was finally free, finally able to live his own life and forge his own path free of Endiver's influence. And... where did that leave her? A failure of a mother. a failure of a Saiyan, and a moderately successful freelancer that had no true purpose or calling in life anymore.
Her last family was well and truly gone. And now, if not for the Stargoons, Amara wouldn't know what to do. Even then, they were a hated group galactically for their involvement with that Saiyan's bullshit on Namek, and with villainy on the decline... it was likely they wouldn't even be able to really show their faces in public without massive scorn. Not that she cared... those bastards assumed things about her before she'd even uttered a word, so they'd get the same treatment. Amara's grip loosened slightly, the woman staring down at the cloth in her hands. It was Saiyan tradition to adorn a blood-soaked bandana in the name of retribution or a mission to avenge the fallen... yet here she hadn't even the faintest wisp of a corpse to bury or mourn over. Slowly, fingers fumbling over one another, Amara tied it haphazardly around her head, folds of hair falling over and covering pieces of it but allowing the black-yellow pattern to shine visibly on her forehead. There was no place for weakness in this galaxy. Especially not when she was ostracized for merely bearing the symbol of a star. She frowned, a bitter feeling settling at the back of her mouth.
Silently, Amara lifted herself off the ground, rising higher and higher towards the ceiling of the dome, stopping short to observe the damage they had caused in their short but fateful bout. An entire sector of the long-since evacuated city had been reduced to little more than paste and ash between Helios Overheat and Fulminate. Yet still, the sight of this place... Scallio's grave still standing, still liable to get trampled upon by the feet of nobodies, it made a small worm of anger writhe within her. A small surge of power coursed through her veins, a flicker, and then a flash of light popping before a pale yellow settled upon her hair once more. Amara pooled the last of her energy into a single palm, a ball of pure golden light shooting off towards the city center, exploding in a much more volatile burst of Ki and completely demolishing what remained of it. This, of course, including the blast shields. Amara barely moved as the ocean came crashing down atop her, staring at the rubble and twisted metals of the former city below.
Rising out of the sea, the gold left her Amara once more, her eyes closed as she breathed in the salty air of the sea, mind only know thinking of her two minions. Now wanting to verbalize anything, the Saiyan simply sent a message to rendevous back at her ship shortly - they'd be leaving if all went well. Her head turned to the distance, sensing picking up a brawl between the Stargoons and a few others that had only just started. Had it really taken THAT long for her and Scallio to exchange blows until his death? Amara's lips twitched, attempting to keep her face as impassive as possible as she started to fly in their general direction. It was time to go home.
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