Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 13, 2014 22:08:04 GMT -5
For some long and unknown period of time the small space-faring vessel that contained the Saiyan war party, if one could truly call it that, had been hurtling through space, following in the trail of the only surviving assassin that had attack New Vegeta. It was a mission of revenge, but when one thought about it, one not entirely well thought out. Though the former future king was one of the strongest beings in the known universe… Where they were going, and more importantly, what they were going to find when they got there, no one knew. It was reported that the Universal Church of One had billions, if not trillions, of followers. Could not a few of those, including the cardinals, be on the world they were going to? What if they all were? It would be an easy victory for the Church if they were stronger than Aer Nin and there were a few of them. Moreover… would the leader of the Church be there?
How many of those lives that were there be innocent? How many of those billions or trillions of souls would be on the planet that they arrived at? And how many of those would Ninjin snuff out in his quest not only for vengeance, but in his quest to protect his people? What about the question that no one was asking… Even if they did complete their mission… would this really end it?
Had it been a week or a day since the attack, since they had left their home? He wasn’t sure, his body and mind had been occupied with other things. Training with Celeh, then healing, then more training, then strategy, then move developing, not to mention the news that he had received… They had done their best to prepare their minds, their bodies, and even their souls. Would they die? Or would they get their revenge? It was unclear whether or which. Regardless, whatever met them Ninjin was prepared. At least he thought he was, when he heard the static of the overhead hiss on.
Time seemed to slow down and the red-armored Saiyan’s heart seemed to slow with it. Was he really ready to destroy an entire planet? He had taken lives before, sometimes in war because he was ordered to, sometimes in defense of his own life, but the prince had prided himself on never having killed an innocent life. It was always soldiers and killers…
That was not to say that any under the banner of the Universal Church of One could be innocent, they all desired the genocide of his people, and those that they deemed “unclean” by mating with a race other than their own. They had other edicts and philosophies, but that was the one that made them the most evil. But perhaps there were those on the planet that did not follow the edicts of the church. Perhaps that were there by circumstance. Prisoners of the church, victims in their own right. They would not have time to look for them, to rescue any that may be on the planet… Were those lives he was really willing to snuff out entirely? He would have to be in order to protect his people, and billions of other lives.
“…MY LORD!?” The voice finally yelled over the loudspeaker. Ninjin shook his head and tried to clear it, but it felt like he was floating through a dream. With a loud smack the warrior slapped himself out of it. How long had the pilot been trying to converse with him? The pressure that he was under was immense. “What is it Maru?” He answered after taking in a deep breath.
“You’re gonna wanna come see this sir.” Was the only response. A few moments after the comms had clicked silent the former crown-prince walked into the cockpit only to take in a deep breath in surprise. A planet was on the horizon, and the assassin’s ship was quickly approaching it. It was large and blue, with seas of what appeared to be water covering the surface. From this distance it appeared to look much like Earth, and Ninjin felt a pang of homesickness in his chest. Would he ever see New Vegeta again? Would he be able to look up in the night sky and see Earth again? Moreover, even if he did accomplish this mission and destroyed the planet, would he even recognize it? With the actions of his sister… He gripped the back of the pilot’s seat in anger, bending the metal of it as his power rose. Maru cleared his throat multiple times, finally doing so loudly and bringing the former prince from his ire.
“Celeh get up here now.” The Saiyan general depressed the comms button and then turned back to the viewport. The planet was fast approaching. It was time to implement their strategy of planetary destruction. The assassin’s ship began to enter the atmosphere, and the Saiyan’s ship was soon to follow. The Ice in the prince’s chest began to constrict. He was so angry, despite being conflicted. The anger almost blocked out the fact that he had never been so nervous about a mission before, but then again, never had he had to destroy and planet and never had so much been on the line.
“Uhh sir…” Maru began to say hesitantly as the ship began to rock violently. They were beginning to enter the atmosphere and the enemy had taken notice. Shells upon shells exploded around them, anti-aircraft fire filling the air. The viewport in front of them was filled with smoke and sky, the cooling fields around the ship keeping it from burning up on entry, but the shields had been taken out with the first volley.
“Sir our shields are gone.” Maru said with panic in his voice. The seatbelts they had strapped on prevented the pilot and co-pilot from being thrashed about. Ninjin growled as he gripped the chair tightly to prevent himself from being flung about the cockpit as the ship continued to shake and be tossed about violently. In the turmoil, and as his body was flung about, regardless of holding onto the chair, he couldn’t see whether Celeh had joined them in the room or not.
It was foolish to suspect they would be able to land without the enemy taking notice and returning fire, though then again theirs was not a mission of stealth. The important thing was that Ninjin and Celeh survive, and if Ninjin could help it the crew, the ship was expendable. There was a likely chance they wouldn’t be returning from this anyway. More explosions continued to fill the sky around them, and then suddenly the cloud layer gave way and the sight was as majestic as it was horrifying. A coastal city seemed to be the target of the assassin’s voyage, as it was the only one the prince could see. The water close to the port city looked welcoming, a light blue. As soon as it started to get further out the water turned deep blue and the waves looked treacherous. The shells were clearly coming from the city. Suddenly the viewport was blown out. The wind rushed out, and Maru and the pilot were sucked from the ship in mere seconds. Should Celeh fly by the prince would attempt to catch her, but hopefully she was on a different part of the ship, though who knew what the damage there was like? The former prince cried out but his voice was sucked away by the wind. The pressure stabilized and using great strength he forced himself into the pilot’s chair. There was metal shards sticking in the back of the chair. They had cut through the seatbelt, and the Saiyans armor. Maru had been dead before he was sucked through the port, as too, had the other pilot.
The warrior struggled to grab hold of the controls and then try to stabilize the ship. The engines were shot. There was nothing he could do but throw himself from the ship. Were Celeh there he would grab hold and launch through the viewport. The shells were not likely to hurt the prince, or even Celeh due to their high power, but they had made short work of the ship, and the unfortunate crew. The Saiyan tried to orient himself as he whipped down through the air. The force fought against him as he tried to use his bukujutsu to stabilize himself. He flipped around and the ship was not far below him, and not far below that was the city.
After everything that had happened, the prince was not going to allow himself to die like this, not going to let Celeh die like this, not going to let the Church win simply by taking out their vessel. The anger began to build in his chest. Screaming he activated his true power. He seemed to be falling so much faster than usual. Gritting his teeth he ripped his heavy-weights from his body and they tumbled through the air away from him, down towards the ship. The ship careened into the top of a building and exploded violently. The building gave way and collided into two others. The Saiyan attack upon the Universal Church of One had begun. The ground was getting closer.
Ninjin screamed in defiance as he continued to fight the g-forces, the loss of his weights and the activation of his true power allowed him to win and he stopped his dissent, barely above the city. Then a shell exploded violently against his chest and sent him tumbling through the air once again. It didn’t hurt, but the concussive force sent him flying nonetheless. He smacked through a building and landed hard against the ground. Still it was better than smacking the ground from space. He would have to find his heavy weights somewhere, but that could wait. First he would need to find Celeh. That was unless of course. Something else found him first. He was in the middle of a city of the church of One after all. All around him was his enemy.
The building he had found himself in seemed to be a residential one, and was littered with symbols of the Universal Church of One. There was no doubt that he was in the right place. Grunting the warrior stood and rocketed out of the building into the sky. His true power was still activated, Celeh would be able to find his signature and locate him. He had a mission to get done.
It was time. All of the anger that he had been holding in, everything that he had experienced in just a very short time. He had bottled it up after the initial release. Put it into a frozen heart that was now being released. His parents dying. His brother dying. His friends dying. His people being attacked. The harassment by the church his entire life. It all began to pour out of him as he screamed and pushed his power to its limits.
His hands gathered at his side and began to channel energy into it. But not only his energy. His sadness, his frustration, his anger, it was all pouring out of him. This is where it would end. And it would end now. Even if it meant his death.
Long Live the Saiyan Race.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 13, 2014 22:29:39 GMT -5
The Cardinal’s vessel was decadent in its splendor and impressive in size. Even its design, interior and exterior, was sleek and appealing. Not to mention it was well stocked. It had multiple rejuvenation chambers for the injured. There was even a workshop for android repairs as it seemed they were an integral part of their organization. Room was plenty aboard, space to move about, a kitchen, bathrooms as well as a barracks like sleeping quarters. The captain, Sebastian, of course had his own bountiful private quarters.
William knew this and every spec about the ship. While they had been flying overnight he had been restless and unable to sleep. He had his hand pressed against the side of the radar, as he stared at it, anxious and nervous beyond compare. The contact subconsciously triggered the technaracana’s abilities; hidden microscopic tendrils from beneath the skin that was pressed against the console infiltrated the device until a link was established. Before he even knew what was happening he was seeing everything on the ship.
It was a bit overwhelming at first but flight through the void was overall not the eventful. Everything coming through was regular status updates. Soon he was able to filter through it. Trying to take everything happening in stride, he began thinking of useful information and the instant he thought of ship blueprints, they begun uploading. It was why Willie was becoming so aware of the ship’s impressive features, and part of why he was overwhelmed upon witnessing Mement Mor for the first time.
Knowing all the information the ships’ sensors were picking up about it and then seeing the lush planet with his own eyes made him understand how truly daunting their task was. It was larger than Earth though similar geologically speaking. As well as the orbital cannons circling the home world there were more defensive weaponry lining the ground. Via the viewport and the ship’s scanners William could see there were six megacities equally spaced; the two main being the ones at either pole. Different from Earth’s, Mor’s were tropical paradises, at least surrounding the towering city walls.
Sebastian had told the truth. His guidance had led them safely to their destination, though he had surely lied about much else. Then an alarm sounded, William instantly expecting treachery. It was instead the radar at his side.
“Sebastian, turn the ship in that direction,” the boy exclaimed pointing high to the right. Lifting the ship, the shifting viewport showed a spaceship taking heavy fire. In fact, it was in the midst of crashing into one of the equatorial megacities. Knowing how dire the situation was, they would need help. Anyone being shot down by the Church is obviously an enemy to them. As the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If they were to find any support it would be in the fireball’s survivors. Not to mention the site of its crash would likely be where these cardinals lie; the true opposition.
“Follow that ship; take us all the way down! Land on that rooftop there!” It was all coming to a head. Sebastian eased into the controls and the followed down to the surface. They watched a burst of gold eject from wreckage before it plowed into a skyscraper. Knowing every facet to the ship the boy stood up without a word and ran to the back of the ship, slapping the manual override for the drop gate. Without stopping he walked right off and out of the elegant spacecraft just as it opened. The wind hit him hard as he leapt from such a fast moving vessel.
Rippling through the air as he came down, he slammed hard into the top, and then down the side, of a building. It was becoming quite a nuisance not knowing how to fly. But the boy caught his footing and leapt high from building to next until he was at the tip of the antennae atop the tallest building; near the man enveloped in golden light. The reason he had leapt from the ship was that small glimmer of hope that maybe they stood some sliver of a chance of surviving.
It was Ninjin Hattori. William had not seen the crown prince of saiyans for some time, since they fought together on the streets of Alpha Prime against a shadow demon. Fun times. If this was truly the might of saiyan legend illuminating him then they had capable backup indeed. Another, almost equal reason to leap, was that the sworn enemies of this Church is the saiyan race. Thus a golden saiyan would draw the cardinals out of the wood works; especially the one with information of Prometheus Zex’s lost team, Invictus Maneo.
“Ninjin! Is that you!?” Willie cried out to the crimson clad saiyan hovering above, just as his energy began to gather. The boy hoped he had more back up but was happy just to see him; someone with a more amiable attitude, as opposed the ill-tempered misfits comprising their team. It was a man William would be proud to fight alongside once more. If only the odds did not seem so heavily stacked against them, but the warriors awaiting them were rumored to be far stronger than the cardinal who nearly bested Zex’s group’s strongest fighter. How strong had the crown prince become in the short time? Stronger than Conri Lane? Stronger than the challenges they face? He could only hope so.
Even William had grown exponentially in such a relatively short time though nowhere near the levels of Conri, nonetheless the saiyan of golden aura before him. He could only hope he was able to get the answers he needed before the battle commenced as he doubted there would be little time for talking then. They were the answers that would fulfill his bargain with Zex and thus cure his mother. After that he would simply do everything to survive. One of the weakest members of his group, he would try to make as large an impact as possible to defeat the tyrannical zealots. It was the only way they were all getting home.
(Celeh, Conri, Frigid, Kurosanai, and Man post your arrivals to Mement Mor here. PLs will be locked and the thread will commence once all participants have arrived.)
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Conri Lane
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Post by Conri Lane on Sept 18, 2014 13:03:46 GMT -5
With how extravagant the ship the Cardinal had was, the Half-Saiyan took full advantage of it to get in a little bit of training before the inevitable showdown on Mement Mor and to have a special surprise prepared. After that had finished he took the time to rest and relax until they arrived on the planet, looking out into the vastness of space threw a view port, relaxing while he thought over an important decision for himself. He used the scenery to distract him for the time being, just enjoying seeing all the stars as they made their way towards what could likely wind up as his last destination. It was working too, the scenery was helping take his mind off of what was going on, at least until the sudden fireworks in space started up. It seemed that someone else had triggered the planetary defenses surrounding Mement Mor, and was now being targeted by the Church. His clenched his fists as he was unable to do anything to help without endangering the rest of his crew, and he found himself hoping that whoever was being attacked would somehow make it through. There was another thing that he would have to punish the Church for when he arrived on the planet's surface. Although still watching the ship he watched as it entered the atmosphere, and when it exploded a golden colored energy shot from it towards a city.
Raising from his own seat he began to make his way from the room when William went racing down the corridor of the ship towards the back, which was odd to see him rushing for anything. Well, that was bound to lead to something and so, he decided to follow the kid and see just where he was going. Although as they got closer to the area where they had landed the power signature that was there waiting was one that the Half-Saiyan knew well, but the sheer amount of power was something completely new. This spike in power was something he couldn't have predicted even if he had tried, just what had Ninjin been up to that he had gained such a massive jump in his power. That was the thought going through his mind as he reached the ramp where William had jumped from the ship to go towards the source of the power, but something in the pit of his stomach was telling him that this was not going to end well. He needed to find out where that massive power had come from, and more importantly what Ninjin actually planned to do with it.
Jumping from the ship himself, he took a safer approach to getting to where he saw the golden fireball land, utilizing his control of air to launch himself through the air towards the large power source. As he got closer he was more confident that he knew who it was, but also more concerned as to what this power was going to be used for as well. The group he was with knew what this planet was, did Ninjin know that as well or was he here for something else? When he arrived at the area he landed just a few feet from the Saiyan prince who was surrounded by a golden aura, with his power amplified greatly from what it had been the last time they had met. The kid William seemed happy to see the Saiyan prince, but Conri was a bit more cautious about what was unfolding in this situation, given that Ninjin was also gathering energy into his hands. The way things were happening right now, it didn't seem like this was going to be a happy reunion for the two of them, and it seemed that if Ninjin finished what he was doing there would be no chance for them to ask questions. That was jumping to conclusions though, he had to find out what the prince of Saiyans was here for first and foremost.
"Ninjin, it hasn't been that long since we saw each other, did you miss me that much?" he smirked, trying to keep things calm for the time being, but he figured it might have Ninjin pause for a moment at least. The power he was charging up is what worried him the most, simply for the fact that he didn't know where it was going to be aimed and that could make quite a difference to everything. Had his friend crossed a dangerous line or was he simply preparing for the worst? That was what he needed to find out. It was time for the more direct approach for getting answers, he couldn't waste time if it was something that needed to be stopped.
"What are you planning to do with that energy?" he asked, his eyes shifting towards his hands, so that Ninjin would know what he was talking about. Depending on the answer, it might force the Half-Saiyan's hand in this situation, because while he hated the Church he would never let himself become a monster like they were and he wouldn't let Ninjin walk down that path either. The thought alone of Ninjin doing what the Church would started to cause a rise from his anger, something that he was finding to happen more often lately, but he tried to keep it in check while giving his friend the benefit of the doubt. He had talked with Ninjin before and they both wanted the same thing, which was for peace to spread throughout the universe so that no one would ever have to feel pain or suffering like that of war or worse again. There was something else, however, that the Half-Saiyan fought to prevent others from feeling as well, and that was what it felt like to lose ones family.
It was why he had no intentions of harming any of the people that could not defend themselves, none of the civilians would have anything to fear from him. The Cardinals, Bishops, and the leader were a completely different story; he was going to make sure that their massacring of people stopped here. Ninjin on the other hand was a bit more of a mystery, he hoped that the man felt the same way, but if not then he supposed he would find out just how much he had grown over the time they hadn't encountered each other. Judging off of what was already going down, however, he wouldn't be able to do much to the Saiyan Prince. Still, that wouldn't stop him from doing what was right, and he knew that just killing everyone on the planet was the wrong thing to do.
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Post by Sebastian De'Vont on Sept 18, 2014 15:21:30 GMT -5
The trip had only taken a day, but it felt like and eternity to Sebastian. All of those about probably felt the same, the main difference was that the Cardinal feared for his home while they only feared for the life of their comrades. Piloting the ship himself, as it was his own spacecraft; the human did not have mich time for sleep. On occasion he had dozed off with autopilot in control, but with so many enemies around him he found it hard to rest properly. Doing his best to keep quiet as they rode he made no effort to draw attention to himself, his patience rewarded when he was able to pull a small blue vial from one of the dash compartments of his ship. Silently jabbing the tipped vial into his leg he had let out a small sigh of relief as the healing energy flowed through him. His broken ankle and other wounds were mended instantly, the small bottle of liquid working very much like a Senzu Bean. At 100% now he felt his confidence starting to return. Once on Mement Mor he would no longer be alone.
Towards the next day, something not so easily measured in the darkness of space, they drew close to Mement Mor. Soon their ship shoved through the atmosphere, burning like a shooting star as it forced its way through. No sooner had they broken free did they see another ship hurtling towards Mement Mor although this one was no longer guided by a pilot. Even from the distance the blonde was able to senss the two power signatures on board, one face surpassing any that he now travelled with. Starting to turn away from the crashing vessels the voice of Willie Watson called out to him. Of course he wanted to follow the doomed ship. The signature on board was not one the Cardinal was familiar with, but the boy showed no fear of it. Tilting the controls they went in pursuit.
Dropping down towards the closest of Mement Mor's cities Sebastian continued to follow the boys directions. Having just past the cluster of buildings he had been instructed to land on he starts to turn again, but it seemed Willie and Conri had no intentions of waiting any longer. In that order they leapt from the back of the vessel, using the back hatch to make their exit. Fools rush in they say. Banking with the ship he rounds the closest building then heads back to the one they had wantes him to land on...one with a now growing power level. Assuming the next signature wasn't a friendly one Sebastian knew the other Cardinals would not be long to respond, heck they may have mobilized as soon as the foreign ship entered the atmosphere.
Landing on the far edge of the building, he set down so the open back of the ship faced the mystery figure and his rising power. Now that Sebastian was close to it there was no doubt the others knew where to go, something definitely up since the blondes signature was so plainly readable, he never took his jacket off. Powering the ship down so that it did not seem like he was going to make a break for it and also to stall. Casually sitting at the controls he makes sure to take his time, not wanting to exit the ship just yet. Perfectly fine now, like he had been when fighting Conri originally, he didn't want his enemies knowing how much he had healed. When the time came he would make his move...whatever that was going to be.
None of them, not even Sebastian himself, knew what was to transpire from all of this. All had chosen to be here in one way or another and those that would survive might live to regret that choice. The attack on New Vegeta had failed and their crown Prince had made it to Mement Mor. If he had been any other Cardinal he probably would have been familiar with the Hattori's signature but he had never left this system. Perhaps if he had realized who the man from the ship was he would have realized there was no way to end this with relative peace, for once the fighting started it was extremely unlikely either side would willingly stand down. Like New Vegeta, Moment Mor would soon be burnt by the fires of war.
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Post by Frigid on Sept 18, 2014 16:17:54 GMT -5
Frigid had spend much of his time on Sebastian's ship in solitude. It was not that he was still angry; his snger had died off nearly as quick as it had came. The icejin had lots of time to think, his mind a whirl for the next day. But as the ship finaly neared the new planet, Frigid felt a little better. There was a calm over his body that he could not explain; it felt like it came frim that same part deep with8n him that he feared, but it was hard to tell.
Over his time on the ship, Frigid had come to realize that he was the one at the advantage here. He had nothing to lose, no matter the outcome. He had no real family, no loved ones; granted he had friends, but none that would be lost without him. He stood alone on Omega since he left the kingdom, and for that he was glad. He would still put his all into his part, but unlike the others, he could deal with the loss if he failed.
His trance was broken by a frantic Willie Watson, who ran past him as he was meditating in the hall. A grin crossed his face and he followed the man, watching him open the hatch and take to the rooftops. Raising a brow, Frigid was ready to follow; however that thought was broken as Conri pushed passed and jumped out himself. Grunting lightly Frigid instead began for the cockpit, hoping to see what all the fuss was about there.
Barging in on Sebastian as he repositioned himself in his chair. Frigid first glanced at him, noting he looked mucu better than he had the last time he'd seen him, then set his eyes for the large window, and the outside world, "What's going on?"
His eyes set and he could make out both Willie and Conri as they headed for a specific point. Scanning ahead, Frigid made out what they were heading for. A figure in familiar crimson armor, ki flaring around him, a sphere forming in his hand. Even lacking ki sense, Frigid could feel the power radiating from the Saiyan. Price Ninjin Hattori was no longer the same as when he was last encounter. Frigid stared for a second in awe, then took a seat beside Sebastian in the copilot seat. The tip of his tail whipped to his chin spike, amd gently stroked it as he watched the three outside, "Pardon my bluntness, but you have really pissed off the wrong people..."
There was somewhat of a feeling of shame deep within him after seeing Ninjin. Just mere days ago, the two had stalemated in a bout. But Frigid was confident that if the two fought now, he would not stand a chance. First Conri had surpassed him, now Ninjin. It seemed no matter how hard he trained, or how intensely he fought, he would always be behind them. It was frustrating, but realiving to know they were on the same side.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Sept 18, 2014 18:18:01 GMT -5
The rejuvenation chambers that had been created centuries ago had been originally designed in such a way that even now the same basic design was still being used. The amount of superior fighters that had sat in one of these over that time was close to unfathomable. It was something that the prodigy of the Muzai had never thought of but the idea was something that was almost out of a book. It was in one of these chambers that Kurosanai had been resting for almost the entirety of the trip. He had been perhaps outside of the pod for maybe an hour at the most but that time was spent in the bathroom where he was trying to stop the blood that had been flowing from his mouth. It had been revealed to Kurosanai by the founder of the modern Muzai, Fujin Muzai, that the time where he was in control of his body was the cause of the near black out pain he had experienced. That was to say if you ignored the minor burns to his chest from slashing through Conri’s ki blast with Sebastian’s sword, larger burns on his wrist, fingers and forearms from launching the fireball that consumed Arpatiko, and the two long slash wounds that had adorned his abdomen.
One of the nicer aspects compared to the old designs of the rejuvenation chambers was that the machine was now able to tell when the occupant had once again returned to peak physical ability, of course this ability could be overridden by someone on the outside of the pod, but there was no one to do this for Kurosanai. The chamber dinged like an oven as if it had just completed a set of cookies and immediately began to drain. The breathing mask began to pump pure oxygen into Kurosanai’s lungs in an effort to fully wake the young prodigy. Groggily his eyes began to open and with sluggish reaction time the prodigy removed the mask from his face. His vision had yet to fully focus as his hand wrapped around the edge of the chamber and pulled himself free.
The pain had ebbed away to the far abyss of the past; the wounds that he had suffered in his fights on Belegost had disappeared only to be replaced with smooth untouched skin. The young man’s eyes scanned over his tattooed body as he began to slowly open and close his to regain full movement in his muscles. While the majority of his tattoos were connected to the awful deed that he had been cursed with by his uncle there was one that brought him hope. On his left peck sat a Celtic knotted heart, something that he had received inexplicably from his future wife, Carla AnAn. He could only guess what she was up to. More than likely she was doing nothing close to what Kurosanai was about to have to do. It would be more probable that she was training more in an effort to try and figure out how to fly better.
Kuro slipped his pants and boots on once again after quickly drying off after using a towel that was in the room with him. As he placed the towel back on the counter his eyes began to wander through the cabinets. Unlike Conri’s ship which had all of Kurosanai’s extra supplies this ship only had a small roll of bandages. Kuro meticulously began the process of wrapping his torso in the bandages only to discover that there would only be enough to cover his torso and part of his shoulders. With no more bandages left Kurosanai let out a slight sigh as he walked across the room in his tank top of white clean linen. Lying next to the rejuvenation chamber was the remnants of the coat that his father had given to him. It now sat charred, soot covered, torn and slashed. As much as he wanted to wear the coat that he had donned for so many years there was simple no way to do so with it in its current condition. Leaving him with only one option, the Cardinal’s jacket. The two were roughly about the same size and it showed as the prodigy of the Muzai slipped on the long flowing coat. It fell to just above his ankles and fitted him almost like a glove. With a quick ignition of his Aoiro no tsuisata he glanced down at his arm, his ki pathways were indeed cloaked from all eyes.
It was at that moment that he heard William Watson, who had somehow survived the battles on Belegost, dart past the room. Kuro opened the door to room to see Conri Lane rush past him as well. It only took a moment for Frigid then to stomp back the other direction. Kurosanai followed the icejin to the cockpit where he found the coatless Cardinal Sebastian De’Vont as he navigated the ship to a soft landing.
"What's going on?" Frigid spat at the man as he walked over to the window at the top of the ship. "Pardon my bluntness, but you have really pissed off the wrong people..."
Kurosanai walked over to the window to find a figure cloaked in a red and golden aura. The figure had power charging in his hands. Normally Kurosanai would assume that this was an enemy and possibly one of the cardinals that he was going to have to fight. But that was tossed out the window when it became apparent that the charging energy was directed at the city they were docked in. This meant that this was not one of the cardinals rather it appeared to be a genocidal maniac. To decide to take what could be millions of lives was something of pure arrogance and a monstrosity. On top of fighting the cardinals the group would have to combat this maniac.
“Whoever this is…they are nothing more than a lunatic looking to take millions of innocent lives…” Kurosanai stated calmly as his eyes continued to study the situation then they darted to the cardinal. “This person is no better than what the Universal Church of One…keep that in mind choir boy.”
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Celeh
Tien
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Post by Celeh on Sept 19, 2014 14:01:47 GMT -5
Celeh had been sitting quietly in the Training room. She was doing something Saiyans, or at least most saiyans, rarely did. Her mind was focused and sharpened in meditation, working out her battle plans, refreshing herself on the tactics she'd been training with Ninjin, and replaying a familiar fight in her head over and over again. The last battle she had with her brother before he left on a mission never to return. She still hadn't found his killer, or the one responsible for creating the machine that had murdered him. Part of her wondered if she would ever find the answer, or if things would end for her on this mission as well.
But that and many other trains of thought came to a screeching halt as the ship trembled and shook violently as it was bombarded with shells from the planet below. She'd heard Ninjin's voice call to her over the comms, and the soldier jumped to her feet. Despite the turbulence caused by the attacks, she was able to make her way through the ship with as much haste as could be expected of someone at her level. She did get tossed and banged about a time or two along the way, but she made it to the cockpit where Ninjin and the pilots were just in time to witness the viewport being torn open and the two pilots being sucked out in an instant. She hoped that they would survive, but if they didn't make it to a ship to escape the planet, they would share the fate of the planet, likely along with Celeh and Ninjin.
Celeh held fast against the doorway to the cockpit as Ninjin grabbed the controls and tried to steer the ship off its crash course, but to no avail. The soldier lunged forward and took Ninjin's hand, following him through the blown out viewport. Her own energy gushed from her body and rapidly flowed up and down her form as she, too, used the lighter than air skill to try and slow her fall to a halt. It was difficult to do with her weights in, although likely not as difficult as it was for Ninjin given that his weights were much heavier. The soldier managed to unclasp her weighted belt, anklets, bracers, and slip the weighted plates out of her armor before letting them all drop into the city below. In this situation, weights were something she had to do without. She couldn't afford to hold anything back.
Ninjin had fallen faster than her, but the impact of the shell hitting his chest knocked her a bit further from him than she already was. The soldier finally managed to right herself in the air, floating over one of the taller buildings near where their ship had crashed. She considered trying to destroy more buildings to make a distraction, but anyone with half a brain would know that, given NInjin's power right now, he was the true threat in this situation. There was also the fact that she couldn't afford to waste energy. The enemies they faced on this planet would be unlike any she'd fought before, and it would take everything she had to help keep the battle in the favor of herself and Ninjin.
She rocketed upward and toward Ninjin's location, keeping her eyes open for incoming enemy combatants and for further cannon fire.
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Post by Man on Sept 20, 2014 16:14:05 GMT -5
Model Zero stood by Mr. Watson and Sebastian throughout most of the voyage, he stood straight nearby one of the ship's walls like some kind of military unit. He was hardened and inhumanely still, just as one would expect him to be. The human, Kurosanai, had spent most of his time in the rejuvenation chambers while Conri Lane trained elsewhere within the ship's compound and Frigid was staring blankly through the window. Zero had his eyes slanted on the blond human, only casually looking away for a few seconds before resting his gaze back to point zero -the back of Sebastian's head. What the others probably weren't thinking about was the fact that, just as they were getting some rest and recovering, Sebastian was also resting. The android would make it his business to make sure the human didn't get near one of those rejuvenation chambers. His saber hummed solemnly in the silence of the ship as he had nowhere to stow it, and no intention of disarming himself. His arms were still rigid and capable. He didn't need as much time as the other's to recover from his injuries. He thought about asking a few more questions to the human. Because everyone else was minding their own affairs, the android wouldn't have minded to ease the silence with a little background information concerning the Universal Church of One. How did Sebastian become involved with the group? How and when were they an established idea with an organized movement? What motivated them in the first place? Were they fueled by deep hatred towards the saiyan race, or were they loyally blind followers to a deity they believed in?
The android's lips hung in the air as he was about to break the numbness of their environment, but his tongue was stilled at the last second. All they could hear were the monotonous flickering of the ship's controls. He realized he kind of enjoyed the silence and perhaps it was best to keep it that way. Once Sebastian would start talking, he didn't know how long it would take for it to become this silent again, so he didn't want to risk the small peace granted to the group. Conri would soon return from his training and would no doubt comment harshly about Sebastian's story and point out of how it was a ludicrous idea. The android receded into himself and instead began to contemplate about the bizarre things that happened to him in Belegost. He wanted to dismiss the idea as some kind of misnomer, but it happened too many times for a calculated mind like his to call a coincidence. His gaze lowered to the polished blue floor as he whispered to himself. "Are you there?" No answer... He was alone. The man's presence no longer evident; it was almost as if none of it ever occurred, and perhaps it didn't, but if Zero was right and it was all in his head, what was it? Who was the voice that spoke to him within the catacombs of the fallen rocks and commanded him to stand up? -His conscience? Do androids even possess such a thing? The entire conundrum was baffling, and without Ivan by his side, the android didn't know what to make of it all. His master always had the answer to everything, and although sometimes he did not know, he would eventually find it.
Zero snapped out of it and looked back to the human and Mr. Watson. They were all the same as before. He looks around the room. Nothing had changed. They were all still so focused in whatever they were doing. The android was completely invisible to them, they couldn't even feel his presence. He was, perhaps, the only person conscious of his surroundings while the rest wandered off into a distant world he would never know. Moments after, a nearby door to his left slid open and Conri stepped out. Nobody seemed to notice. Zero watched the saiyan walk across the room and sit near a window to stare at the stars. After a few more hours, the android gave one final glance at Sebastian before stepping out of the room. He felt confident enough to leave the human in the watch of Mr. Watson and the others as he sought to venture the space craft. The same door Conri came from slid open upon detecting the android's presence. It was a loud. Zero looked back, nobody noticed, he continued through the door before it closed behind him.
The android found himself in a hallway that hugged the main control room from where he had just exited. There were multiple doors. Zero walked by them, peering into the room as each one slid open after sensing his approach. Most of them were just sleeping quarters. Finally, he arrived to the rejuvenation chambers after walking up a flight of stairs. Kurosanai was there, submersed within the regenerative green liquids. Model Zero stopped inches from the man's chamber and stared at him from across the glass. He had no idea Zero was in front of him. He was completely unconscious. How frail, he thought. Just a few hours ago, the man was standing with a foreign blade leveled at the android's throat. His face was full of contempt and his voice was hoarse. If he wanted, he would have taken Zero down without a second thought. Now... the same man floated before him. Kurosanai was completely defenseless, he looked so peaceful, so different from who he appeared to be. He was as unpredictable as a saiyan. The android glanced at a screen on the man's chamber. It displayed his current health and the approximate duration. Kurosanai would be at full strength by the time they arrived, but it was still too soon.
Model Zero raised his saber before him as his power-level increased. Nobody could sense him. Nobody would know until it was too late. Zero kept thinking about how a man like Kurosanai could not be allowed to remain if they were to be successful in their coming mission. It would be so easy. All he had to do was flick his blade through the glass and sever his throat. The man's current energy signature was so low, even a child could cut his flesh with a cooking knife. Nonetheless, the blade did not move any further as he began to think of the consequences of his actions. The rest of the group would surely not accept his decision, and they needed as much help as they could get if they were to defeat Invictus and Iun. It seemed that eliminating Kurosanai was almost like killing himself; therefore, the reckless human was spared and Zero's energy rest back to his base. Turning his head to the left, he spotted the cardinals coat. Zero had wanted to inspect it more closely, but he didn't get the chance since Kurosanai was so demanding. He only had a feel for its fabric and nothing else.
Zero picked the coat up and studied it. The fabric was resistant and emitted an odd sensation the android was unfamiliar with. Without a second to waste, he threw it over and slid his arms into its sleeves. The coat wrapped around his body and fell just above his ankles. The android looked at himself through a mirror, but he didn't feel any different; even if he did, nobody could sense him anyway, so the coat was just a piece of cloth to him. Having quenched his curiosity and lost interest in the mysterious coat, Zero returned it to where it had been.
"HAHAHAHA!" a large man with eyes and hair as black as coal screamed of laughter into the night sky, his voice reverberating throughout a mountainous region.
“W-why… why can’t I win?” a young man with brown hair struggled to rise to his feet. His clothes were torn and his body bruised. Blood dripped down his face as he looked up in his crouched position, helplessly looking at the larger man's silhouette as he stood in the full moon. His face was a combination of pain, agony, and fear. His teeth grit as he closes his eyes, waiting for the next blow.
The larger man donned a serious tone in response to the smaller man's question. “You wanna know why?" He said, "it’s because you’re weak! You’re low class mutt! Heck, you’re not even pure!” he explained. “You’re the worst saiyans can offer.” The man pushed the other over with his foot, thwarting his attempts to get up and placed his foot over him, pressing on his injuries. The injured man screamed in agony. “Maybe a bit of suffering will make you stronger," the larger man stated, "but just maybe! HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, and grinned, and pressed harder every time. Eventually, the man of brown hair stopped crying out of pain and grew silent. The larger man stomped on him harder, but there was no response.
“What, did I break him?” he joked. He stopped kicking for a brief moment and inspected the small man, but then he promptly started to crush on him again. “WAKE UP!" he commanded, laughing as he did, however, the man didn't react. Images of a woman passed through his mind. She was standing at the door with long brown hair, grabbing her designer's coat. She smiled up to the boy who stood at the foot of the stairs, her smile was warm and comforting. Then, he saw the image of the same woman lying lifelessly at the driver's seat of a tipped red car. The shine in her eyes were gone and the man could do nothing but kiss her forehead and close her petrified brown eyes... "Don't be late to class, it's your first day!"
Suddenly, the air around the smaller man took life once more. The ground elevated and broke into pieces circulating the injured man. An aura as red as bright as his passion and dark as his hatred spawned and a protective shield was formed him. Confused, the larger man stopped his descend foot inches from the barrier and watched silently with interest to observe what the smaller man was trying to do. The sphere spiraled around him as the younger man lifted his body into the air, just above the surface. He then opened his eyes, which flared with rage and utter hatred, he wanted nothing more than vengeance. Finally, the larger man smirked, “Now what…” a rhetorical question followed by a swift thrust from his fist that smashed through the man's barrier like glass and hit him directly in the gut. In that instant, the man was propelled through a pair of mountains which collapsed at his wake. Dust was lifted, and nothing could be seen. Nothing but a trail left by the man's crash.
“HAHAHAHA! You can’t beat me no matter how hard you try. Resolve won’t get you anywhere without the power to back it up.” The larger man lectured. Unable to sense the other man's life force, he spat on the ground and turned his back, only to turn again at the sound of the man's voice chanting some kind of attack. A bulb of blue light emanated from the airborne dust. A reverberating cry followed by a blue beam of energy was launched through the dust and caught the cocky man off guard, giving him a direct hit. The smoke soon dispersed and the smaller man was laying with his back against a rock and a single hand extended in the air, from which he charged the beam. Thinking he had successded, the man began to laugh at himself, or at least, that was the intent. His body jerked vigorously with every motion, causing increasing pain. However, his mood was soon crushed, when he heard the mocking laughter of what he hoped was an illusion. Lifting his head, as far as his mistreated body allowed, he peered through the dark, trying to see what was coming; a figurative human was walking towards him. With the combination of distance and the man's blurred, tired eyes, he could not make out the details of the dark figure that had spawned from the depth of the dark mountains. But it had a pretty good guess of who it was. The larger man had gotten into talking distance.
He looked down casually; examining the smaller man's terrified expression. “What, you thought you killed me?” a rhetorical question with a bit of sarcasm to spice its flavor. He wasn't even scratched. “I gotta admit… you scared me there, for a moment.” With that last word, he slammed his foot on the weaker man with all his might.
"NO!"
Zero eye's shot open as his energy sparked through the rejuvenation chamber and shattered the glass, which now littered the blue floor. The green liquid in which he had been immersed flooded. The android found himself baffled, his hands were clenched tightly and his body shook as he tried to make sense of the images he had been exposed to. "Was that... a dream?" he wondered, "or a memory..." The man in his dream was the same brown haired man he had witnessed before, and the larger man brought an odd sensation he was unfamiliar with. For some reason, Zero wanted to punch a wall and blow the entire ship down to ashes. It was as though the smaller man's agony and contempt had been transmitted to him. Looking up from the ground, he saw himself in the mirror. He had long blond hair. He looked nothing like the other man. In his reflection, he saw a glimpse of Kurosanai's chamber, which was empty. Sebastian's coat was gone as well. Activating his scouter, he could sense a number of fluctuating energies, and a new energy larger than anything his group could muster. Invictus!? He thought. The android rushed to his feet and grabbed spare clothing he found in the closet. He now wore a fresh black jumpsuit quite similar to the one he had before and the little armor that had survived Belegost.
Snatching the handle of his saber which had been resting on a table, it activated immediately after detecting the android's energy. Model Zero soon ran into the main room to find the exit wide open and a powerful breeze flooding into the room. At the cockpit he saw Sebastian, Frigid, and Kurosanai staring out the window. Zero joined them and peered out the space craft. "What happened?" he asked. Mr. Watson and Conri Lane were already outside and a third person clad in red armor was floating among them as he charged an energy attack in his hands. Another one, female, was approaching as well. "Who are they?" he wondered, Frigid seemed to know who they were. His first guess was Invictus and Iun, but as strong as the man was, he did not fit Sebastian's description. Furthermore, his attack was not aimed at them, but at the city below. Allies?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 23:06:33 GMT -5
PLs LockedNinjin Hattori - PL: 121,157 / True Power: 242,314 / Oozaru: 605,785 / SSJ: 1,332,727 Zasham - PL: 61,096 / Pure: 122,192 Conri Lane - PL: 132,106 / Frenzy: 264,212 / Oozaru: 660,530 / SSJ: 1,453,166 Frigid - PL: 38,792 / Brute: 193,960 Kurosanai Muzai - PL: 90,912 / Adrenaline Rush: 181,824 Celeh - PL: 28,909 / x2: 57,818 / Oozaru: 144,545 Man - PL: 82,019 / Override: 164,038 ~“We have an unknown aircraft entering the system milord.” In the central terminal of the Cathedral de Mori, residing on the capital city of Mori, many men adorned in traditional snow white robes sat at different computers. They were the Watchers, true believers of Aon who were chosen for the privilege of gathering intelligence for the Lord or Mement Mor. Not only did the scour the universe in the pursuit of knowledge but they also monitored every inch of the Vatican System. “Destroy them. Let them never reach the surface.”
Came the cold, hollow, voice of the suit of heavy armor which stood at the center of the room. A daunting eight feet tall and covered head to toe with the aforementioned armor, he was a chilling sight. It made sense why so few eyes fell upon him; being the Cardinal of War carries many tales. Without a word, the Watchers in the room went to work, calibrating the planet’s orbital cannons and calculating their precise position to intercept the incoming ship. A screen lit up at the front of the room, as multiple surveillance drones picked up variations of the approaching spacecraft. The orbital cannon found purchase on the first blow but was not able to capitalize, missing repeatedly as the ship was expertly piloted from its fire, causing its controller to begin to shake uncontrollably. “They have entered the atmosphere milord, activating ground missiles now.” As the Cardinal stepped forward, each foot clanging loudly against the tiled floor, he said nothing. Ignoring the update of the Speaker, the only Watcher given the holy right to speak with the Lord, the armor clad stopped at the back of the shaking man who had been in control of the orbital cannon. Placing one metal palm upon the human’s head he spun it with a twist of his fingers, as if spinning a coin upon a table. He fell to the ground with a thump; a horrified expression on his face, which had been turned 180 degrees. “May Aon grant you forgiveness, child of light.”
He whispered in prayer. It was not a welcomed task, as he was sworn to protect Aon’s children. However, allowing heretics to step foot upon the holy land was an act punishable by death; and Aon’s law superseded his own oath. The others made no word, as if they had not seen one of their brethren killed. “Milord, another ship is also entering airspace; but it belongs to the Cardinal of Truth.” Looking up to the ceiling he opened up his senses as he felt out those who fell upon his city. He sense several power levels, including one he knew well, though it was one he rarely felt. Not since he had given Sebastian the holy Aon’s coat upon becoming a Cardinal of the Church. It was curious enough why he was here since his post was keeping the Kinigos in line on Belegost. But for him not to wear the relic? Having seen more battles than any living creature, he could smell the coming of war. It hung heavy on his senses. “Cardinals, holy avengers of Aon, assemble at my position; war has come to Mor.”
He would telepathically broadcast to all Cardinals upon Mement Mor; even Sebastian himself, so that the boy would know reinforcements were coming. It would be a lie to say he was not disappointed with the Cardinal of Truth’s apparent failures; he only hoped he could redeem himself for guiding heretics to the sacred home world of the Universal Church of One. Lifting from the ground, the ceiling opened up around him as he took off into the sky. Using a technique long ago mastered he took off towards toward the invaders, boasting his full base power. An advanced form of bukujutsu allowed him to fly at incredible speed, far succeeding his own capabilities. It was impossible to combat, as he could not do fight while using the ability, but it allowed him to traverse the planet with ease. It was within moments that he arrived on the scene. Coming to a halt would unleash a flash all could see. Levitating evenly with the crimson clad warrior before him he noticed a tail. Taking a deep breath he smelt the foul odor of two other saiyans in his midst. One was not far from the one gathering energy, while the other was approaching him. Saiyans on Mement Mor… The Warlock would never forgive him if they lived. Especially considering who they were… Regardless, the Cardinal of War would not allow the massacre of true believers. While he could have simply engaged the saiyan, he thought better of it, knowing that doing so would cost many lives of those he protected. He instead opted for a more diplomatic approach. “I am Lord Invictus Maneo, Guardian of Mement Mor. At this moment you threaten millions of Aon’s children so I will only say to you once; squelch that energy now or all of your friends are dead.”
On that final word a white aura would erupt around him, bleaching his formerly blue armor completely white while rising his capable 205,000 power level to 1,230,000. To make sure the boy new the gravity of the situation, he turned a palm to face the female saiyan gunning towards the genocidal heretic. Charge 1
Standing motionless in the center of the city Ona was far from inactive. While her body resembled that of a detailed statue occupying its one position in the metropolis, the androids mind was spread all over the planet and beyond. Through countless sets of mechanical eyes she saw the Universe as few others could. The images and signals that flowed into her skull were sorted and ordered, responses promptly given so that her soldiers continued to operate smoothly in their assigned tasks. No other Cardinal was as mentally capable as Ona, her body and mind not limited by organic cells like the others. Unlike a general of fleshy matter she never hesitated, never had to weigh the moral standings of one option against another. Statistically one path always had the highest rate of success and she was effortlessly able to determine which one that was. "Cardinals, holy avengers of Aon, assemble at my position; war has come to Mor.” The direct command drawing the android completely within herself, but not before she issues a command to the androids assembled on the planet. Begin evacuation of the cities and secure perimeters. Stand ready. The simple directive aimed to save as many lives as possible. The alien signatures that had recently arrived were known to her even before Invictus had reached out, multiple androids having spotted them along with her acute senses. One's identity was already confirmed, Ninjin Hattori, the Saiyan Prince's signature well documented in her databases. Former prince she corrected herself, his half sister Akassa Hattori having taken the throne as of recent. Where Aer Nin had failed one of her targets had succeeded. If Ona has a sense of humor she might have chuckled. Lifting from the ground with far less flash then most that took flight, the android soars towards the signature of Invictus. No aura rippled and waved around her as she flew, all of her energy contained within her light yet durable frame. The only movement was the fluttering of her tattered cape and orange hair. Dressed in leather armor and equiped with a buckler and blade, she did not look the part of a machine save the markings on her forearms and neck. Blue eyes that matched her lips focused forward as she picked up speed. Her approach was unnoticeable to any that didn't possess a scouter, that similarity something she shared with all.androids. Heading straight for the side of the building they all stood on she pulls up just short of its glimmering windows. Shifting her trajectory she watches her reflection travel alongside her in the glassy side of the building until it disappears as she ascends beyond its highest floor. On the roof stood the hulking frame of Invictus himself and the assorted party that had so recently arrived. Blue eyes take them all in, assessing their race and power level to quickly categorize them in her memory banks. One stood out amongst the rest, long golden hair waving in a slight breeze as her eyes settled upon him. It wasn't everyday day she met an android of such a high caliber that she didn't already know. She wanted him. Profile Link Below dragonballawakening.proboards.com/thread/613/fading-peace-saga?page=1&scrollTo=8274
Strands of material littered the room as a few unlucky souls stood near naked on a pedestal. Their eyes watched as the girl darted around the room grabbing seemingly miscellaneous pieces of fabric. She held them up to the light her eyes studied every inch of it. Then with an affirmative nod she turned and marched over to the models. With each step each one cringed as they could only imagine what was going to happen. They had heard horror stories about the woman and how she was the ‘peppiest lunatic’ would often times create something of magnificent design only to cast it away, sometimes with person still wearing her creation. The Cardinal of Culture’s job as described to her by the Warlock was to further the ideals of the Universal Church of One by shaping the culture that the church spreads across the universe. This included everything from music, to entertainment, to literature and to the Cardinal’s favorite, fashion. Iun Harime truly thought that a good looking member of the church was one that would attract even more heretics to Aon’s light. In a whirl of fabric that hardly any of the three could see Iun crafted outfits of the design she saw in her mind. As they opened their eyes only seconds later all three found themselves clothed in the new design which accented the body more while still bringing the embodiment of being in the sanctity of being in Aon’s Grace. With a smile the blonde pig tailed girl smiled and cocked her head to the side. “Perfect! I will present these latest designs to the Warlock during our next meeting. All of the parishioners will enjoy their new church attire. It is so much better than that dratty old thing I made last year.” Iun giggled as all three models shook slightly out of fear that she might change her mind. “Cardinals, holy avengers of Aon, assemble at my position; war has come to Mor.” A voice spoke in the head of Iun. It was in fact Invictus, Cardinal of War. Frankly she found him droll and antiquated. He chose to keep the old worn out vestments that had been originally bestowed onto him when he joined the Universal Church of One. It was unbecoming of one in his position but there was no denying that enemies had arrived on their home. Some merry bands of fools had arrived on Mement Mor, most with a fairly high power level. No doubt one group was from New Vegeta, where Aer Nin had so magnificently failed, while the other was in the presence of Sebastian De’Vont. Sebastian was almost never sensed by any being meaning he was beaten somehow making the group that was with him just as dangerous. Serves the stuffed up fart for no doubt charging into a fight he couldn’t win. With a sigh she grabbed her pink and white parasol and made her way to the door. The sun graced the young Cardinal with warmth as she leapt into the air at impressive speed. She leapt from rooftop to rooftop. From here she could see the shining power of Invictus radiated near the grow of the idiots that dared to attack Mement Mor. Jump after jump her bow gracefully bounced on her head as her eyes caught sight of Ona soaring through the air. The Cardinal was not heading towards the group that was near Invictus but rather the one by Sebastian. In that moment she saw a model that would be perfect for one of her designs. It was the icejin, she had never created anything could be placed on a creature that could so readily transform. It would be an interesting challenge that the Cardinal was excited to partake in though in truth she was more than likely going to have to design an outfit for another. The numbers weren’t adding up for one on one fights and the way Ona was she was not about to share. “The more the merrier!” Iun giggled as she continued to jump from rooftop to rooftop with parasol in hand. Profile -> dragonballawakening.proboards.com/thread/613/fading-peace-saga?page=1&scrollTo=3388
“Our father, who art in heaven; hallowed be thy name.” Naitram murmured under his breath, “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Mement as it is in heaven.” he finished quietly looking round the meditation chamber. His prayer wasn’t church sanctioned doctrine. In fact it was anything but. It was a piece of scripture he had picked up while traveling to Earth on a mission. While it had the deity wrong in the Earth man’s tripe the message was one Naitram held dear to him and he felt it was oddly fitting for his Lord. As such it had become something of a personal mantra. He was Aon’s fist, he would bring Aon’s kingdom to the galaxy, he would see his Savior’s will done. Still on this holy ground it was best not to be heard speaking of heathen religions it could be perceived as blasphemy if any of Aon’s chosen heard him whispering. Looking around the meditation chamber he was at peace, he had failed in his mission. He was unable to eliminate the pestilence from the universe. But he was alive, and stronger for his battles. Aon had seen fit to spare his life. Again. And that must mean he had a purpose still. With that in mind he went straight to the Cardinals upon his arrival back on Mement Mor. There was no fear in his voice only conviction. His beliefs more certain than ever. He told of Aer Nin’s failure. Of the overheard Council of the Saiyan “royalty”. He told them of their plans to come to his planet, his home and wage war. But there was nothing to be done about that, their planet was protected. The thought brought a smile to his face, the smile remained as he stepped outside and looked around the busy city, men and women living in Aon’s peace, his grace providing homes and livelihoods for the families, children running and playing without a care in the world. All was as it should be. And in an instant that peace was gone. He could sense them first. It was a sickening feeling, a wrongness in the energy around him. As if a plague had come to his planet. The pair of them, he could sense their evil, their blight.The monkey prince and his bitch guard had come to Mor They were one’s who had eluded the slaughter their race so justly deserved and now it seemed they sought war here on his home. No he would not see Aon’s peace so easily disturbed, not like this. He knew their city was protected. The Cardinals watched over them, Aon’s voice made corporal, still they would not be alone in their fight. He took to the air with a leap however he kept his energy tightly suppressed. As always he was an assassin. He had been trained that there was more to power than total strength. That using your power to it’s fullest meant taking advantage of every opportunity. And so as the Cardinals and the blight that sought to destroy his planet gathered Naitram rose into the air quietly observing. He would wait for now sure that his opportunity would come. He only had eyes for the guard, seeking her energy out, feeling for it. His opportunity would come and she would die. Aon was giving him a second chance to fulfill his mission. “Deliver us from evil. For yours is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory.”
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 23, 2014 22:52:32 GMT -5
The power that the former prince of Saiyans was giving off was hard to hide, but that wasn’t even remotely his goal. The energy he was building at his side was growing, pulsing with power, more power than he had ever thought he would have. The blast now contained more power than he had felt in his life. Was this the power to destroy a planet? Well that’s what he was here for… The thought still made his blood run cold. He was here to destroy the planet. And all those that were living on it or in it. All the creatures, not just the sentient ones. It was never something he would figure he would have to do in his life, but this was the situation he had been forced into. This was the hand he was dealt. His blood only ran cold for a moment, before the intense heat that was pumping from the hatred in his heart overtook it. These monsters had killed so many Saiyans and they wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop until they were all dealt with. He wouldn’t be safe. What was left of his family wouldn’t be safe. What was left… The thought brought biting tears to his eyes. Leke…
Then something happened that the crimson warrior hadn’t been expecting.
Despite nearly being lost in his anger the rightful king couldn’t help but be very confused. Why was his brain registering ki signatures nearby that were familiar? Surely that wasn’t right… maybe it was a trick the church had in order to confuse their enemies. That had to be it. Celeh was most definitely here, but Conri, Frigid and William Watson? They were no doubt millions or billions or even trillions of miles away. There was no way they were here on the Church’s planet. How could they be? What crazy coincidence would bring them to one of the Church’s planet’s at the same time as the Saiyan war party? The thought itself was almost preposterous enough to make the red warrior laugh. Almost.
So why was William Watson calling his name now? Ninjin looked around for the voice and then looked down. There! In front of him… Unmistakably, was William Watson. Ninjin shifted his body so that he was between the boy and the charging blast. What was William Watson doing here? It couldn’t really be him, could it? If it was… was he a member of the Church all along? No… The William Watson that Ninjin knew had plenty of opportunities to kill the Saiyan back on Omega when they fought against a demon together. That, and the boy just didn’t seem capable of a xenophobic hate like that. So what was the thing in front of him? Whatever it was, it had the unmistakable ki signature of his friend. Ninjin had never in his life gotten ki readings wrong, even from an early age. His mind and senses were telling him that the creature in front of him really was William Watson. Logically that couldn’t be possible. This was far from known space.
“My Name is Ninjin Hattori.” He said slowly, making sure the creature understood his meaning. “Know that you are adopting the guise of a friend of mine, however it is you are doing this I’m uncertain… and the fact that your ki signature matches baffles me… but know this will not stop me fr--.” He didn’t get the words out, as another very familiar signature was joining them. Conri Lane. It looked like him in every aspect. His ki signature was unmistakable as well. Was the technology or powers of the church members really this great? There was no way this was really Conri. Conri lane hated the church as much as Ninjin did, or at least the Saiyan thought he did. If this really was Conri, why was he not attacking those around him as well?
The Conri clone cut a joke much like the actual Conri would. Ninjin once again shifted his position so that the blast was behind him and pointing away from Conri and William. If there was any chance that these were his friends, he would not let himself harm them, regardless of the rage he felt inside himself, one that was being dulled by a powerful confusion. Ninjin did not respond to the joke made, and the Conri clone then asked what he was doing with the energy that he was building.
“My Name is Ninjin Hattori.” He said to the clone of his friend. “I am on a mission representing the Saiyan people. In retaliation for the Church’s actions on New Vegeta, your killing of thousands of innocent lives, your attempts on the lives of the royal family, and for every single atrocity you people have committed, your people are hereby sentenced to death. Our peoples are now at war. There will be no mercy, as none was given.”
The words would be said with all of the authority that he could muster. Still the church-members taking on the guise of two of his friends, especially in the emotional state that he was in, was unnerving and not something the former prince had been suspecting. What would they present him with next? Guises of his dead family…? Where was Celeh? She was making her way towards them, he could sense her on the edge of his ki sensing. There too was a familiar ki signatures in a ship, one that had apparently dropped off the Conri and William clones. It was Frigid, Ninjin’s Icejin friend. There was another signature there that Ninjin didn’t recognize. The ship had the unmistakable look of a Universal Church of One ship. He had seen many over the course of his life. It added to his confusion. Which added to his anger.
And then the proverbial shit hit the fan. A flash of light illuminated the area around them and the raging former prince had to shut his eyes to avoid being blinded. His energy still pulsed and grew at his side. There was no way he was letting go of it now.
The creature that levitated in the air before him was imposing and massive. It was eight feet tall and covered head to toe in heavy armor. It appeared to be smelling something, though Ninjin only knew that from the loud noise it made when he did so. This was one of his enemies, he had the symbol of the Universal Church of One on him. His power dwarfed Aer Nin’s, but then again so did Ninjin’s own. Had the two fought again, the Saiyan would not have even broken a sweat in finishing her off, so quickly had his own powers grown. But they had had to. Ninjin’s own power dwarfed the things. As did the technique the crimson warrior was charging.
The being spoke and introduced himself as guardian of “Mement Mor”. No doubt that was the planet they were on currently. His mention of Aon’s name made the rightful heir to the throne of New Vegeta flinch ever so slightly, but not out of fear. It was out of an extreme loathing. The majority of Ninjin’s problems in life could be traced back to the Universal Church of One, and, to be very specific, directly back to Aon. He was the crimson Saiyan’s worst enemy. And he didn’t care one bit for any of his children either.
Impressively the creature’s power-level rose to heights that dwarfed even his own current levels. It was the strongest power he had ever felt before, higher than even his own father’s. It sent a cold shiver of doubt through the former prince. Could he still do this? Was he fooling himself? He didn’t have the power to fight the being in front of him… He was going to fail. Again. The rightful king of Saiyans gritted his teeth. He couldn’t fail. Not now. Not after everything. He needed to win. He needed to be strong enough to best this “guardian”, and any other guardian that would appear.
The suit of armor told Ninjin to squelch his energy or all of his friends would die. Ninjin only had Celeh, so this confused him slightly. Did this creature not know his own allies? Maybe the clones were new technology… or something… it didn’t concern Ninjin however. Celeh knew her duty. She would die if she had to for this mission, as so would he. They had no way off anyway. This was a suicide mission it looked like, so death threats weren’t a major concern for the former prince. Still… He couldn’t die without accomplishing his mission. The only way he was going down was if he was taking the planet with him, but the only way he could do that was if he took out this thing.
“My name is Ninjin Hattori.” He would say with his anger rising once again. Fine. The creature wanted him to put away the energy. The energy subsided. Ninjin stood up straight. All of the rage was finally coming out. The icy-feeling around his heart was cracking.
(Play this now.)
Here in front of him was an actual target of his revenge. An actual member of the Church that didn’t take on a façade of one of his friends. Someone he could release all of his rage on. All of his hurt. So much had been taken from him recently, but they had taken so much from him over the course of his life. Now he would take it all from the Church. His power-level was pushed to its maximum. His muscles bulged. This creature would not take away his justice. This was for his friends. This was for his parents. This was for Leke, and Nasu, and Truffle, and the real Conri, and Endou, and Azuki, and Lilith, and Vil and all those that had been effected by the church.
“I am on a mission representing the Saiyan people!” He roared at the creature in front of him, his aura raging around him. His muscles began to buldge again. His iris’ contracted. His hair stood on end. “In retaliation for your actions on New Vegeta, your killing of thousands of innocent lives, your attempts on the lives of the royal family, and for every single atrocity you people have committed, your people are hereby sentenced to death! Our peoples are at war! There will be no mercy, as none was given!” He screamed the words and felt the ice within his heart give way to the red hot fire. His hair stood on end, and if he had looked in the mirror, he would have been terribly surprised. All of his life the Saiyan had had jet black hair, but now… it was a golden blonde.
His aura crackled and sparked all around him. His crimson armor and the golden accents were even further heightened by his golden aura and his impressive bulge in physique. Once more he gathered a charging blast at his side, then he leveled the charging blast at the suit of armor. The rightful king had obtained the power he so desperately needed. The beast in front of him was still a threat, but now… now it was one he could manage. The Church would be destroyed by his hands, and so too would this planets “Guardian”. Should it launch its own blast at Celeh, Ninjin would destroy it with his own charging attack.
[Charge 1]
[Requesting SSJ]
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Queen Akassa Hattori
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Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Sept 24, 2014 10:58:26 GMT -5
SSJ approved.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 24, 2014 19:53:16 GMT -5
The former crown prince’s facial features were a cocktail of confusion and anguish as William called to him, so much so that he turned away from the apparent human, directing the gathering energy away from him as well. He did not know of the saiyan’s woes; the attempted genocide of his people or the betrayal of his sister, the usurper who killed his parents and claimed the throne destined for him. Both dire events occurred after the group had left Alpha Prime and were far out of range for communication. His lack of pretense on the situation would only add to his own confusion.
“My name is Ninjin Hattori,” the crimson warrior enunciated each word carefully, as if to make sure William heard and understood completely, “know that you are adopting the guise of a friend of mine, however it is you are doing this I’m uncertain… And the fact that your ki signature matches baffles me… But know this will not stop me fr--,” he suddenly stopped as Conri arrived on the scene. Meanwhile it was now Willie’s turn to be baffled.
How could he think such a thing? William thought to himself, stunned. It was true that he could change form, though it was not something he could yet control, however no one knew of that. As for his ki signature, he was not even able to accurately read others’ energies, nonetheless guise his own; he did not know if such an ability even existed. Willie wanted to speak, to tell Ninjin that they were not enemies but allies; that this battle did not have to mean his end. But he was left with his mouth slightly agape in shock at the saiyan’s claims and so it was Conri who picked up the slack.
“Ninjin, it hasn't been that long since we saw each other, did you miss me that much?" the half saiyan added to the situation with a grin. Watson hoped that his words would open Ninjin to the truth but after a short pause he continued on, turning his attention to the palpable energy burning between the prince’s hands. "What are you planning to do with that energy?" It was something that William had noticed but had not fully comprehended, then the saiyan turned from both of them, apparently to keep them clear of the attack’s wrath. Then there is some small bit of him that believes us, Willie thought, knowing he would never turn his back on an enemy.
But it was more than that, who was he aiming at? In all the commotion; the crashing ship, his leaping from building to building, and his cry to Ninjin, he had not even thought of the amassing ki’s purpose. While aimed away from Zex’s chosen, it was still facing no noticeable target. There was no enemy across from him. Then what was, for some reason, so obvious to others became readily apparent to him. He’s going to destroy the city!? he yelled internally, the mere idea of the countless deaths it would cause making the boy’s heart skip a beat. While he knew not what the prince’s problem was with the Church, he could not imagine that everyone below was evil like the Cardinals whom subjugated the Kinigo people on Belegost. The Ninjin he knew would never kill innocent people.
“My Name is Ninjin Hattori. I am on a mission representing the Saiyan people. In retaliation for the Church’s actions on New Vegeta, your killing of thousands of innocent lives, your attempts on the lives of the royal family, and for every single atrocity you people have committed, your people are hereby sentenced to death. Our peoples are now at war. There will be no mercy, as none was given.” It was as if every word that left his lips were electrified, shocking the boy again and again. The Church had attacked the saiyans on New Vegeta? And killed thousands? So much had happened in the time since they departed from the Omega Collective and playing catch up was leaving William utterly perplexed.
However his perplexities would have to wait as a huge flash of light before the three individuals caught his ire. Turning his attention now to the new arrival, he nearly felt little Willie jump inside his body out of sheer terror. “I am Lord Invictus Maneo, Guardian of Mement Mor. At this moment you threaten millions of Aon’s children so I will only say to you once; squelch that energy now or all of your friends are dead.” If his appearance itself was not intimidating, as an eight foot tall levitating suit of armor generally is, his power was. Even with lacking any improved ki sensing abilities, he could feel the tremendous depth of his energy.
Furthermore he raised a hand, in turn gathering energy himself, though he also was not aiming his power at the saiyan before him. Following the direction of the extended palm, he noticed a women closing in from a distance. He could just barely make out a tail wrapped around her waist, a common practice amongst saiyan warriors. ”Then she must be an ally of Ninjin? Or perhaps more? In the short time the two had spent together on Prime, they had not spoken of their respective relationships. Not to mention, William had always assumed he was a ‘player’ of sorts.
That was really here nor there given the current situation, though the quick succession of events was beginning to rain havoc on the boy’s train of thought. The mayhem would only continue though as more arrived to the ever growing event. The first was a woman who appeared from the side of a building adjacent to where Invictus levitated. She was a fair skinned woman with red hair and blue markings running from her right hand up to the shoulder and again on the right side of her neck. Adorned in a medieval assemble of leather with a cutlas in one hand and buckler in the other, her frayed cape gently rustling in the wind was the only part of her which moved.
But her blue eyes, the same hue as her lips, were not turned to the rest but rather to Sebastian’s ship. Despite her presence, William could not even vaguely feel her energy. ”An android? Like Man?” was the boy’s first thought, though he imagined she could very well be wearing something akin to the Cardinal of Truth’s jacket, which apparently hid the wearer’s power. He did not have much time to think on her however as a young human lady dressed to impressed in a fashion which could only be described as ‘ahead of their time’ hopped from roof to roof, much as William had to do moments ago.
“The more the merrier!” she exclaimed, inexplicably, with glee. With an adorable pink bow atop her oversized blonde pigtails and a matching parasol in hand she made her way towards Sebastian’s ship with zealous delight. Every goddamn thing about her terrified William, and he did not even know why. To the eye she was no threat, but he had a feeling that given the assembling individuals that this was far from true. Last was a Namekian, the strangest member of the group thus far given the Namekain people’s penchant for peace, who only had eyes for the approaching female saiyan. “Deliver us from evil. For yours is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory,” was all he said, to no one in particular. It was familiar to things he had heard in church growing up on Earth, before his family had moved to Alpha Prime, where there were no churches, as sin devoured all on the Omega Collective.
“My name is Ninjin Hattori,” the saiyan prince reiterated for a third time, though this was unequivocally meant for the snow white armor floating before them. For a moment it seemed he would comply, as he simply separated his hands, allowing the energy to dissipate. It was then that William noticed an improvement in his posture. “I am on a mission representing the Saiyan people!” he yelled at the gathered warriors as his hair began to rise and muscles tense, his golden aura growing more fierce by the second. The anger behind each word was palpable.
“In retaliation for your actions on New Vegeta, your killing of thousands of innocent lives, your attempts on the lives of the royal family, and for every single atrocity you people have committed, your people are hereby sentenced to death! Our peoples are at war! There will be no mercy, as none was given!” He roared for the second time, his hair lightening from dark black to bright gold; even his eyes became a greenish-blue. William stood at the building’s edge in absolute awe; he had heard the legend of the super saiyan. It was thought to have been lost with the death of Son Goku and his allies over a thousand years ago. Yet here it was now, right in front of him, and he could hardly believe it.
Ninjin’s radiance gave him hope; hope that this Cardinal of impossible strength could be defeated. A hope that had sank further and further with the entrance of each additional Church member; William counted four not including Sebastian, twice what the Cardinal of ‘Truth’ had told them. Empowered with light, the saiyan again began charging his energy, though this time it was leveled at Invictus as opposed to the city itself, something that brought Watson a modicum of relief.
Now was William’s time to act, before it was too late. Gathering his thoughts and steadying himself he knew what had to be done before anything else. There was a question that needed answering. But he had to speak to Ninjin as well. He doubted he would have the time to do both before things erupted into chaos. Then he remembered training under a simulated Arpatiko in one of Tycho’s memories during their trip to Mement Mor. Jumping off the ledge of the building he internalized his energy and burst forward, increasingly difficult given the weights he had forgotten to remove in his haste to exit the ship and get to Ninjin, crossing the divide between the two buildings above which the saiyan floated.
He would appear in two places by the end. One was on the opposite building, at which he faced Invictus. A daunting endeavor given the aura of intimidation which radiated from him. The other hovered in front of the crimson saiyan, only a few feet away from his golden aura. It was an enchanted afterimage, the result of his Zanzo Majutsu, while the William atop the roof was the true article. The two would speak to the saiyan and the Cardinal simultaneously. The three dimensional afterimage, which looked real in every way, simply stared into the prince’s anger wrought eyes with compassion for a moment.
This proved a harder task for the real Willie, as there were no eyes in the darkness of the helmet that he could see, not to mention that it took quite a bit not to soil himself in the behemoth’s presence. Opening his palms he summoned the dual red chakrams that were Hell’s Gates. Mentally guiding them upwards, he held them down at his side so that they would lift him into the air; and directly between Invictus’ charging ki and the nearing saiyan woman. It was an entirely inefficient, and awkward, way to levitate but he was left with precious few options given his inability to fly. William remained steadfast despite his overwhelming fear; he could not allow her to be harmed if she was a friend, or lover, of Ninjin’s. He also knew no other way to convince the saiyan that he was who he appeared to be.
With a steady tone that did not at all reflect is inner turmoil, he spoke to Maneo. “Invictus, I have but one question of you and I beg that you answer it honestly. A group of individuals, researchers and explorers, went missing in your sector of space some time ago… Do you know what became of them?” He knew that the Cardinal did not have to tell him anything; in fact Invictus could just as well obliterate him with a flick of his wrist, but hoped that he would. His eyes were wrought with desperation, as all of what he had done would be for naught if he could not fulfill his bargain with Prometheus Zex. His mother’s life, and perhaps his family’s security, hinged on whether Maneo would answer at all, regardless of what truth it would entail.
Meanwhile, at the same moment William asked his question of the massive Cardinal, his afterimage, which would begin to slowly fade under the might of Ninjin’s flaring aura, whispered to the prince. It spoke so that only the super saiyan could hear him, in a voice of utter sincerity and filled with a kind comradery reminiscent of their talk after battling against the shadow demon on Alpha Prime. “Remember Ninjin, you’re a good man now.” The last five words were exactly what Watson had said to him the day Ninjin had saved his life. He only hoped this would have an effect on him, for he was not alone.
Ninjin had once put his life on the line to save the boy. Willie was not one to let a debt go unsettled.
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Conri Lane
Goku
Not everyone can obey the rules. It's good to have the odd maverick around.
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Post by Conri Lane on Sept 26, 2014 11:30:44 GMT -5
Things had decidedly taken a turn for the stranger at first when he caught up with William and met Ninjin on Mement Mor, something that he thought would be a relief as it meant that he would have back up. However, as the Saiyan prince started to speak that seemed to be washed away in a wave of confusion, as he stated his name to Conri. "Yeah, I know who you are, we just had a spar on New Vegeta before I left for a job, remem--" the next words were said caused him to pause in what he was saying. The meaning in them was far too loose to let him take the meaning as just the cardinals and those directly involved with the actions of those in power of the church. The words with the direction of the blast, however, spelled everything out for the Half-Saiyan and it was like a punch to the gut from his friend. That he was even considering unleashing such atrocities against countless defenseless people was something that sparked a flame of anger in him, was Ninjin going to walk down the path of becoming a monster just to get back at the Church? There was no telling how many people simply wanted to live peacefully in worship of Aon, there could be more that didn't want any war compared to those that did.
"The hell did you just say to me?" his words were direct, and sharp, if Ninjin understood his friend at all he would realize that this was the real Conri from just those few words. Ones that found anger in his admission of what he wanted to do right now, if he thought the Half-Saiyan would be okay with spilling blood of people that weren't involved with the conflict, he was going to be in for a rude awakening. Before he could speak any further on the subject, the enemies that they had come here to deal with were arriving. The first was the easiest to pick from the group, his description was spot on from Sebastian's words. Eight feet tall, clad head to toe in armor, and despite there being an opening in the helmet it was covered in shadow. His power when he arrived was already capable of dwarfing his own base power without his heavy weights on, which meant that he would have little choice but to drop them if he tried to fight that being. That was until he made his declaration that Ninjin squelch his energy otherwise everyone of his friends would die. To further state that point he increased his level to a point beyond anything Conri could pull off even with his Oozaru form. Then to make matters worse Ninjin himself changed, his power increasing even further than before, leaving only him without an answer to the power before them.
For the second time in his life, he felt completely and utterly powerless against his adversaries, the sheer difference in power if he tried to fight now he would simply be brushed aside like nothing. However, it seemed that today was one of those days where things just seemed to go from bad to worse just because it could do that. After Invictus showed up more Cardinals began showing up as well, more than what Sebastian had said there were, he could sense the majority of the powers around them except for one. Did that make her an android, or did she have something on her that acted as a disguise the same way it had for Sebastian with his cape. The strange girl was next to arrive, but she was more interested in the ship that had landed, with Sebastian, Frigid, and Kurosanai all within it as well. The final one to show up was a Namekian, something he really hadn't been expecting to show up, although his eyes seemed to be locked onto the woman that Invictus aimed at when demanding that Ninjin squelch the energy he had been gathering. All the people around him were in danger once more and he was too weak to do anything about it. To anyone looking at him, it would show that something wasn't right in his head, the man had developed a poker face that held through some of the worst things but here it fell apart like it had been broken with a sledgehammer. With these thoughts going through his mind, his body began to react to the fear that was running through his mind, starting with a slight sweat that started to form on his forehead. His body began to tremble visibly, followed by a shortness of breath, followed by a discomfort in his chest as his hand gripped his shirt. The final, symptom that could not be seen by others was the feeling of impending doom that ripped through his very being. It was all bringing back memories that he had pushed away long ago, but this situation released the flood gates on them, and he was drawn into them. Worse yet, it was bringing up primal feelings awakening his instincts to the situation at hand as well, and now they were screaming at him as well.
The numbers were not completely in their favor to the point where the numbers would make no difference, the power was not in their favor, his friends were in trouble and he was too weak to do anything about it. His friend Ninjin was on the verge of taking a step down a path that he could never returned from and it seemed like he would be unable to stop him, and worst of all he was going to let the death of his family be in vain. All of it was because he was weak and powerless, unable to do anything against this situation, Invictus was already so powerful, but there seemed to be more to him than that. If they fought him as he was both Ninjin and Conri wouldn't be able to truly lay a finger on him as they were right now and once they were out of the way the Cardinal would be able to deal with the others without anything standing in his way. His hands reached up to his head as he tried to keep himself from going insane, it would just make the situation even worse, and as it was his body was surging with adrenaline. It demanded that he make a choice of fighting the battle or fleeing the danger, for him there were no other options here, it was survival at its most basic level. However, with his emotions into the mix that made things a lot more difficult, especially when his mind ran wild with ideas and began to show him the thoughts of his allies laying strewn about the battlefield in horrific remnants of who they were. Neither he or his mind were one for beating around the bush, the images that were shown to him were graphic in nature, no way to tell if they were accurate or not but given the enemy he doubted it was far from the truth. The image haunted him, turning his own fears against him even more, this was not how he had expected things to go, what was he supposed to do?
Fight or Flight
He pushed that from his mind as much as he could trying to get control of himself once more, he was trying to focus on something that might help them out of this situation. Nothing was coming to mind though, that was only exacerbating this whole thing as well, what was he going to do? If he didn't figure out something fast there was going to be a lot of bad things happening soon.
Fight or Flight
Shut up. Shut up! he yelled at his own mind, as it tried to skew things for him. He searched for something that might help him in his mind, but at the moment the images of his friends laying dead on the ground filled his head, something was bubbling from deep within. It was an old rage, something that was purely primal in nature, the more it saw of the images the more it seemed to react as if it was insulted by the notion of them. It was trying to do something, but he needed to suppress his anger and rage, they wouldn't help him here at least that was what his father had told him since he was young. There was probably no point into holding everything in at this point though, because what would it matter with the force they were facing down.
FIGHT OR FLIGHT
Gritting his teeth as his own body continued to just demand that he was going to fight or run away, his anger grew even more and without even thinking, he shouted within his own mind releasing some of the pent up anger. I'll fight, dammit! With those words spoken, his mind flicked to an old set of memories, ones that he had seen recently but reminded him once more of the pain he felt four years ago. He couldn't let that happen again, this time he was going to prevent it, he had to stop another massacre from both sides. As he thought this the desperation and fear surged through him, causing a chain reaction of his other emotions that he had locked away to be released as well. With these emotions came something else as well, it was that ancient rage, it wasn't just a rage though it carried with it something else, something he didn't quite understand until it erupted from him. A pulse of energy rippling from his body as his power would spike for a moment before returning to normal. His teeth clenched as hard as they could be, his desperation and fear of failing the others when they needed him, along with the anger at himself as well as others each contributing to the change his body was undergoing.
A flash of gold running through his hair before it returned to normal once more, he wasn't sure what to do, but his instincts were telling him to let go of his inhibitions. Normally, he wouldn't do that, but in this situation there was nothing to be gained by holding himself back, he released his inhibitions and let his emotions run loose. His mind went blank as his emotions surged even more, his hair flashing gold once more with the spike in power happening as well, electricity sparking around his body as power slowly began to emerge from deep within. His body was suddenly overflowing with power from somewhere deep within him, that he had no idea was there. His eyes fading in and out between the blank white and the normal color of his grey eyes, as more power rose up from beneath the surface of his body the white slowly became an emerald green, a sharp contrast to his normal color. The look from these eyes was one of insurmountable determination and rage, showing that not only did this strange occurrence come with power, but it was also much more aggressive than Conri was normally. His eyes locked as the emerald color now, his aura flaring to a golden color as well, with his hair becoming spiky it began to fill in with a golden color as well.
The most drastic change for him would come in the physical change of his body, his muscles would begin to bulk up some, not to an insane degree but it would indeed show that he was overflowing with power. Even his muscles were affected by the enormous power that was bursting forth from his seams, his power level continuing to climb rapidly as the change overcame him. Tilting his head back, he took a deep breath, before he let out a primal roar the fully let loose the power that was trying to come out as a golden pillar of light erupted from his form while the transformation completed itself. Standing in an aura of golden light, his hair stood spiked up and rigid having turned yellow in color, with striking emerald eyes that locked onto the Cardinals like a predator would its prey. His muscles had grown to accommodate the power and his demeanor changed into something that was more aggressive, something far more dangerous than what he would be without the transformation. This form was not just an increase of power, but it was a change in his very being, he was no longer just an ordinary Half-Saiyan now whatever had happened changed him on a fundamental level.
He remained silent, however, his eyes locking onto Invictus as he waited to see if their question would be answered. He doubted it and the moment the Cardinal tried anything against William, he would intervene and make sure that his crew would not be threatened by the large creature. He had now transcended his old self, but he carried with him the best traits of his former self as well. (Requesting SSJ) (Also: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqULcG8HtZI Listen to this when he begins to change, I was listening to it and I thought it was fitting for the moment.)
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Post by Sebastian De'Vont on Sept 28, 2014 10:42:18 GMT -5
(SSJ Approved Conri Lane!)
Sebastian could feel them before he saw them, all of them except Ona of course, but he knew she must be there if the others were. Invictus had summoned them all, Sebastian himself hearing the message to assemble in his signature. There was no escaping it now, blood was to be split and there would be no compromise until one side was eliminated. Sebastian may have spent most of his life on Belegost, but that did not mean he had not met the other Cardinals. All of them were unique in their own way and all of them were dangerous in their own way. Invictus himself was immensely powerful and the hulking suit of armor as straight forward as they came in terms of his objectives. Considering he had powered up as soon as he arrived there was no doubt he was prepared for battle. Ona, the most complicated woman he had ever known, if she really counted as a woman, was almost unreadable. Unlike many she had complete, calculating control over everything she did and emotion never crowded her judgment for it was something she was incapable of. If Sebastian had to guess she was probably the first to answer Invictus’ call.
Then there was Nui. The only way the blonde could explain her was…fanatical. As odd as the girl was she had knack for getting things done once she focused…no matter the cost. The last of the arrivals was a bit of a surprise though, Naitram not exactly a Cardinal and not exactly supposed to be on Mement Mor. The powerful warrior had been sent to aid Aer Nin in destroying New Vegeta and obliterating the Hattori family. Considering he had returned and as hip with him it was rather apparent they had failed in at least one of those objectives. The members of the Church were outnumbered, but they had a few advantages. Sebastian was in fact fine, even if he continued to play up the injury to his leg. That was minor though, their true advantage was the powerhouse that was Invictus. The armored Cardinal had the power to annihilate all of them with his hands….
Impossible.
The original power level from the crashed ship rockets up to rival that of Invictus himself. How had he increased his power so dramatically and in such short a time? Had he in fact baited them? No that wasn’t it and it still didn’t matter Invictus could…
Impossible.
Conri Lane’s signature suddenly jumped as well, the Cardinal’s eyes widening at the sudden immense power. Something unexplainable was happening out there, Conri Lane did not wield such power because if he had Sebastian would have been dead long ago. This was…he took a deep breath. Invictus will just need to focus, the powerful Cardinal not yet at his potential. It was going to be harder, but they were still going to win. Taking a deep breath Sebastian turns to head from the cockpit, floating slightly off the floor to give the illusion that his leg and body were still injured. Floating towards the open hatch he says nothing, casually exiting the ship. What he saw confounded him, two Saiyans, Conri Lane and Ninjin Hattori, with waving golden hair. Although he had studied Saiyans as had all Cardinals, this was something ancient, power from millennia past. Super Saiyans were myths according to the history books, legends of times long ago yet two stood before him. Keeping his face clam he hovers near the exit of the ship. For the first time in hundreds of year two Super Saiyans stood alongside each other.
For the first time in hundreds of years, two Super Saiyans were going to die.
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Post by Frigid on Oct 2, 2014 20:28:40 GMT -5
Frigid was only alone with Sebastian for a second before Kurosanai, and soon after, Man entered the cockpit. Kurosanai spat words of venom at Sebastian, the subject of which made Frigid raise a brow. Kurosanai had to have known who the crimson-clad warrior was; he had fought in the Galactic Tournament. Seconds later, Man asked who was out there. Frigid gave him a confused look; he of all people should have been able to tell, right?
"You mean you can't tell?" he huffed, taking a step closer to the window and squinting his eyes to make sure. Just then a second armor clad warrior appeared, and just as quickly thing began to escalate. Ninjin's power level exploded outwards. Frigid swore the ship began to shake from the power he was immiting. His ki shown a bright yellow, his hair spiked high, yellow in color as well. There was something that made the Icejin's white skin grow pale as he stared at the man, mouth gapped. It was as if something in his dna feared this transformation.
As Conri stood in the group, he too began to undergo the same transformation, his power level feeling even bigger than Ninjin's. Stepping back from the window, eyes wide, Frigid backed against the wall.There was a deep fear growing inside him for some reason he couldn't explain. Pointing a shakey finger, he tried to look at the other two, but could not tear his eyes away from the Saiyans outside, "w-w-what the hell are they?" He gasped, unsure his question was heard.
Had it not been for the sly Sebastian who began to slip out the door, Frigid might have needed a slap to return him to reality. But this was not the case. Sebastian passed, breaking thr Icejin's linr of sight for the second he needed to shake off the terror inside him. This terror was replaced by confusion, but now was not the time for questions. Turning, Frigid left the cockpit and his comrades to follow the blond man to the hatch. As he took flight, Frigid was stopped in his tracks once again, but this time be the sight of Sebastian's other reinforcements. He had not been bluffing.
The first was a young lady. She put off no energy that Frigid could feel, but that might have been because of the three huge power levels nearby. The second was a smaller girl. A pink bow sat neatly on top of a set of pigtails. She didn't look that threatening, but Frigid would not make the mistake of underestimating her; especially after her eyes set on him. The thrid was a familiar race. A Namekian. His power felt big as well.
Frigid's short-lived fear evaporated as he eyed each of the fighters. the Brute in him pulled itself fowards, his body glowing a deep yellow before tripling in size, and exploding harmlessly outwards. Licking his lips, he felt like a kid in a candy store, with free pick over everything. To him, it didn't matter which he would fight. He was just sure that he would crush them in his bare hands. The Brute would make them regret ever arriving.
"Who do I kill first?"
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