Celeh
Tien
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Post by Celeh on Jan 23, 2015 0:28:01 GMT -5
Celeh had fought her hardest today, and found a new level of ability even outside of raw power and speed. But alas, against a genetic experimental soldier and a technomagical construct she could not survive. Laying in that crater, half of her body burned and damaged badly enough that she could barely move them without being in agonizing pain, she caught glimpse of the Manhunter's blast coming her way. So that was it? He'd prioritize killing a nearly helpless foe over facing a far more dangerous one head on? Was he that worried about her making a move? She wanted to laugh. He feared her presence, even in this horrible state, enough to finish her off. She must have really shaken him up with her unexpected fighting techniques when this skirmish began. She almost felt like she'd won the battle against Naitram.
As the beam of energy Naitram fired at her tore through the air she put her all into one last ditch effort. Everything the guard had left was focused in her good hand. All her energy, pain, frustration, and the little bit of respect she had for the Namekian were all focused into the orb that formed at her fingertip. She didn't have time to contest the Manhunter's attack, but she could fire off her blast at the last moment before she was destroyed. It's unlikely that she would do much to the majin, but it may be just enough of an annoyance and distraction to give Naitram an opportunity. She didn't know if she would survive the attack, or even if it would matter if she did. After all, if Naitram lost the fight, this creature would surely devour her anyway. As her final attack flew the air at blinding speed the soldier spoke her last words in a whisper, as it was all she could muster the breath for, "Finish it..." Unless Zasham had incredible hearing like a Namekian it's unlikely he would hear those words. No, Celeh was banking on the possibility that Naitram may hear them and seize the opportunity.
A brilliant explosion erupted in the crater where Celeh lay as that blast hit its mark directly in her chest. The armor she wore was blasted from her chest and upper abdomen, leaving her a burned and bloody mess. The force of the blast knocked the wind out of her and left her unconscious. She was not fully dead yet, but the soldier was fading very quickly. With that blast, the nearly useless side of her body had become completely useless, the muscles in those limbs now too damaged to function. Her breathing was very shallow despite gasping for breath in her unconscious state.
She was bleeding very badly, too, from her front, back, and both of her scorched and shredded limbs. It's quite clear that without any immediate medical attention, the soldier would breathe her last breaths in this crater on a religious planet that hated her very existence. All that seemed insignificant in the face of her certain demise. Battles raged around her, some unexpected like the one between the assassin and the monster, and some inevitable like the battle between a rebel champion and an avatar of war.
Her mind grew black, as her body lost too much blood to support even subconscious thought. The cold began to grip her body and her chest stopped rising and falling. A brave soldier lost her life fighting for a mission she didn't believe in. In her final battle she found a revelation, and the resolve to follow through with it, but it was not in her destiny to survive this day. Death had claimed Celeh, and she would soon awaken in the hereafter.
(OOC: Exiting thread. PL for me once grading happens.)
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Naitram
Yamcha
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Post by Naitram on Jan 27, 2015 22:33:22 GMT -5
"Finish it..." the words reached the Manhunter's ears just as his energy blast hit home and the guard's life energy abruptly vanished. He had done his God's work. He had killed the saiyan, but at what cost? The abomination was still on his home planet, was still here and free to terrorize his people. How many would die because he chose the word of God over what seemed right?
He put the thought from his mind as he charged, but he sensed something else. Energy, it wasn't life energy, but...
“You kill dessert! Now I eat you!” the beast screamed but Naitram wasn't listening. Nothing the creature said could erase what had to be done. His arms flew forward aiming for what he hoped were the creature's brain and heart, the nail aimed at it's brain narrowly missed but as his other arm sunk into the creature's flesh hopefully piercing the abomination's heart Naitram sent a quiet prayer of thanks to Aon.
The beast was fast though, faster than the manhunter had ever thought possible. As if mocking him the majin mirrored his own attack sending his literal razor hands back at him and they found their mark. Piercing the meat of the Namekian's body they burned like a brand pressed directly to his chest and even cut off the air for screaming. Still the manhunter charged. The creature turned and bit down on Naitram's arm and another soundless scream escaped Naitram's lips. He knew in those moments he was dead, but he didn't have to be beaten. So still he charged.
Finally his body a bloody wreck, in pain beyond imagining he would reach the abomination. With one final prayer to Aon above he would try and grapple the beast even as it sought to absorb him. He would seek to hold it, to turn it to face the blast, the dying breath Celeh had given while at the same time bringing his own energy blasts one to each hand and driving them directly into his own chest point blank. The creature had killed him but Aon willing he would never let the creature take him.
His own blast hit home in his chest in a flash of white and pain. And then finally nothingness. He never knew the in the end if his plan had worked. If his power combined with the Saiyan had performed his God's will and erased the abomination or if he had failed and it was now free to haunt his planet. But he had done everything, sacrificed everything. It was with a clean soul he left this plane to meet the God he had so faithfully served.
*****
And Naitram is done. Final Tally: 1.75 Sagas Survived. New High Score!
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Post by Lord Zasham on Feb 4, 2015 3:04:02 GMT -5
As William lamented his being bound to Iishavoh, a daunting feeling suddenly washed over him. Immediately shooting to his feet he looked out into the distance, his eyes unfocused. “No…” It took him nearly a minute before he realized he was holding his breath. Watson had been too busy eagerly searching that intangible ki network to dismiss his fears. However the shock would not dissipate as he felt the truth settle. Celeh was dead.
“NOOO!” Willie screamed into the dank darkness of the magical demon’s innards. Ninjin was gone; he had died defending them all. His friend, dead. And he had promised to save her, swore to his fallen comrade he would keep her safe. But he had failed, and miserably so. A slight tremble set in on his right hand, now clenched into a fist. “I was too weak…”, Watson cursed himself for his ineptitude. Tears welled up in his eyes; her death only made Ninjin’s that more real. And William had failed him.
As if drawn to his pain, duplicates of Zasham appeared from every shadow. Their eyes burned with malice. The boy could take no more, could lose no more. He was sick of being tossed about, whether physically by living armor or magically by a special brand of demon. Spinning to his side he dropped a foot right into the bio-android’s side, resulting in a yelp as Iishavoh jumped to his feet clutching his side. “What!?” the self-serving organic machine barked.
“FIGHT!” the boy screamed in response turning his head as he lifted a palm to unleash a Vanishing Beam on some of the encroaching majin. Tycho quickly followed suit, unleashing a flurry of thrown weapons which diced them up as his shoulder cannon lined up shot after shot. Even the slow to act Iishavoh joined as the Zashams made their rush, his arm transforming into a strange gun which he used to rapid fire ki blasts at the attackers. William could only hope that the three of them could cause enough disturbance within the technarcana to shake Zasham’s hold loose.
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The weaponized hands struck home, opening up the door for assimilation. The arms trapped in his mouth and stomach respectively were just icing. Zasham could taste the namekian’s DNA at the tip of his tongue, or rather microscopic tendrils, when it all was ripped away from him. The dessert’s dying act was against the black devil, one he was ignorant to in his rage and hunger. It struck him in his side as he expanded around his prey.
It exploded upon impact and while far weaker than the beast it was still enough to help Naitram perform his own final act. His arms freed by the blast, he brought them to his chest as the black mass encompassed him. The selfish namekian took the energy he had gathered in his final breaths and set it upon himself, extinguishing his life-force in a brilliant flash. Caught in the self-destructive blast, but spared an actual self-destruction, the amorphous obsidian ooze explodes with the zealot, painting the surrounding walls.
A few moments would pass by before the individual globules would begin shaking with Zasham’s collective agony. In an instant they would all leap toward the epicenter, unifying in one swift motion. Of the amorphous black glob which formed, Zasham’s body quickly condensed. His eyes literally burned red, giving off a faint red smoke while steam literally trickled up from the pores lining his scalp. First his dessert, now his dinner; his hunger would never know satisfaction. Its harrowing need only furthering his insanity.
Then an arm shot forth from his chest, though unable to pierce his rubbery hide. This was followed by a kick emanating from his back. The strikes came one after another, the force of each sending the mad majin one way then the next. With each stumble he became angrier, letting out a roar or throwing a wild strike to level nearby infrastructure, he loss more and more focus. Then the violent seizing of Zasham’s fluid body intensified, his form becoming unstable as he loses the ability to stand. Clutching his head he unleashed a sonic scream which sent a shockwave around him, leveling remaining structures.
Then the scream would change, adjust, in pitch and tone. The madness would leave it, along with the chilling malice, and it would deepen. Shifting from a toddler majin from a young adult human. Finally it was William’s voice which penetrated the demon’s wail. As he roared the black mass would condense into his form, before finally altering texture and color to reflect William’s human biology and clothing, even Vespasian’s heavily weighted gladiatorial gauntlets and greaves reappeared. Still on his knees the boy would go suddenly silent but only for gasps of breath. “It… Worked…” he mumbled, though he could still feel the other two at war with Zasham within.
However the boy could not celebrate, not even for a moment as his eyes lifted meet a terrible sound. A monstrous dust tornado swirled at the city’s epicenter, a penetrating light from within escaping through its swirling winds. The fact that the ground was also shaking too brought great worry to his mind. If it was shaking, consistently, all the way at the city’s edge, what in the world could be going on? The situation suddenly became real as the boy thought of his next action. Ninjin was dead, as too Celeh. Watson did not know who else survived, or if Conri could best Invictus. Either way, they needed an escape plan, pronto.
Now William was not the strongest, quite obviously, but there was one skill he had in spades. Thanks to being a meek human for most of his life, he was a most adept escapist. Closing his eyes he reached out with his technarcana powers to see if Sebastian’s ship still existed. Thanks to the connection he had made with it during their day long trip to Mement Mor, Watson hoped he could communicate with it. When hope began to dwindle from the boy he felt it, a flower of light in a field of darkness.
Leaping into the air, Willie leapt from building to building with all the speed he could muster. For now he set aside his losses, his failures. There would be time for self-pity and regret. Now there were still allies he may be able to help. It was not long before he found the beauty; the radius of a city was easily traversable even at his power. She had been knocked from the building’s top in one of the explosion. The force had sent it down into the adjacent building and threw it, so that the ship’s nose jutted out the offices on the opposite side.
“Please still work, please still work…” he murmured as he fell upon the tail end before kneeling down and placing a palm upon the ship’s metal. Closing his eyes, he continued repeating the words as if his new mantra. Finally there was a loud click followed by decompression as the bay door opened. But then it stopped amidst horrible grinding noises. It was stuck, and did not open enough to allow anyone to fit through. Aware of the technarcana’s powers Willie took a deep breath and he reach down and shoved his hand into the crack. Pushing further down until his whole arm was in and his face pressed against the steel.
Closing his eyes and ignoring his brain’s human reactions he squeezed until he felt his cheeks flatten. Reaching through he grasped metal, his fingers instinctively becoming razors to allow for a grip. With an audible thump he fell from the crack in the door to the metal floor of the ship. He was still misshapen from the trip but after swinging his face back and forth violently for a few seconds it returned to normal. Running to the cockpit William sat down and began prepping the ship. A flash of fire, however, caught his eye and he looked up through the glass to see a tower of fire rising from the ground. An unmistakable feeling of urgency set in upon him.
Placing once hand on the side of the console, while his other danced across the controls, microscopic tendrils penetrated the control board as his he liquefied and elongated, sending the tendrils deep into the machinery. Once he made a direct link he checked diagnostics as he rerouted power and made final preparations. The ship was quite damaged, but it was still space worthy. He hoped. Retracting himself from the mainframe, his mind kept a wireless link creating a synergy as the ship came to life. Thrusters engaged and, with a good deal of effort, pulled the ship free of the building, which crumbled around it as it rose up into the air.
Leveling off he began plotting course and making calculations. However one diagnostic anomaly was driving him insane, so much so that he had to interrupt the harmony of a dedicated mind to take long strides to the back of the ship bring one foot up and kick the bay door square in the middle. With a pop it broke free, opening up all the way with a thud. “All aboard!” William yelled from the back of the ship before making an about face and quickly returning to the pilot’s chair. Automatic alarms from Mor’s computers were sending alerts to the Cardinal of Truth’s ship; and if what they said were true there wasn’t much time.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Feb 6, 2015 0:53:41 GMT -5
(DO NOT GRADE THIS IS A REPOST IN ORDER TO HELP THE CONTINUITY OF THE THREAD)
He saw the flash before he heard it. The bright light seemed to illuminate the sky to something akin to staring into the sun. It was enough to force Kurosanai’s eyes shut which made the next part ten times worse. The sheer concussive force of the blast ripped through the prodigy’s body. It felt like he was being hit by one thousand freight trains at the same time and knocked him clean out of the air. The problem was that brought him out of the sky forcefully while he was over the remnants of the once majestic city. Like a rocket Kuro was shot from the sky and spiked hard into the ground. It caved and crumbled as his body was driven beneath several layers of rock. Just as quickly as the explosion occurred it disappeared.
It took Kurosanai a few moments to catch his breath as the blast had done more than enough to knock the new found power clear out of the young prodigy. With that unfortunate realization came the pain and the tidal wave of side effects from the onslaught with Sebastian. His vision began to blur and he breathing grew shallow as he tried to cope with the internal damage that had been received. Slowly he dug himself out of the rubble that covered his body. Each movement seemed drawn and deliberate. Once free his eyes were able to finally take in his surroundings. The once grand city was now just a barren wasteland, the ground beneath him rumbled and buckled, and the sky grew dark. Something that seemed inconceivable was happening.
The planet was going to blow up.
Pushing off the ground once again, although more gingerly than he had next to Sebastian. Kurosanai continued on his original path through the air towards where the blast had originally emanated from. It was foolish thinking especially with something like what had just occurred but he hoped that Conri had somehow survived. It seemed like that was all he was decently good at, playing the side kick to save the main hero. It didn’t matter though he was not going to abandon his friend if it was possible. Searching for what felt like an eternity the young Muzai scoured the landscape for any sign of life. But nothing appeared, it was completely devoid. His heart fell as he came to a floating standstill. He was running out of time and there was almost none left to beg for. All hope was lost until his saw a silhouette on the ground off in the distance. With a quick strain of his eyes he was able to recognize it as Conri.
“Don’t you be dead on me…we have to have our rematch first,” Kurosanai cursed under his breath as he moved as quickly as possible to Conri. As he touched down his heart nearly fell out of his chest. The blue haired Saiyan lay motionless on the ground with almost all of both of his arms gone. Blood stained the ground from the numerous wounds that adorned the Galactic Tournament winner’s body, most notably the lack of arms. Placing his head to Conri’s chest he held his breath as he listened with a flicker of hope in his heart. He just needed to hear that beating, if that was there then there would be hope. At first there seemed to be nothing but silence and the world around him seemed to come to a standstill.
Da dum….Da dum…Da Dum…
Kurosanai’s eyes went wide as a smile shot across his face. Conri Lane still lived but just barely. Looking up to his friend the smile would be replaced by grim horror. He wasn’t going to survive getting off the planet unless the holes on his arms were dealt with. Sitting up he took a hard swallow.
‘You know you have to cauterize the wounds. It is the only hope.’ Fujin’s voice echoed through Kuro’s mind. The ancestor was right, it was the only way. Igniting a small ball of fire in his hand he brought it to the first arm. Taking a deep breath in Kurosanai would lurch forward coating the gaping wound in fire in hopes of cauterizing the wound enough so that he could make it to a healing chamber. His free hand would press down on Conri’s chest to fight any convulsions that may occur. Once complete he would repeat the process except on his other arm. Sure Conri was going to kill him later for doing this but he was not going to let his friend die. After everything was said and done the prodigy of the Muzai now had the task of transporting the half saiyan to a ship somewhere on the planet before it exploded, an impossible task that he was going to have to pull off.
Thankfully the odds seemed be in the boy’s favor today. A ship seemed to hover to life and now floated in the air with the landing bay open. It was actually the Cardinal of Truth’s ship, the very same one that everyone had traveled on to arrive on Mement Mor.
“Thank the gods…” Kurosanai mumbled to himself. He turned and awkwardly slung Conri over his back which proved quite difficult to do when he did not have any arms to balance his weight. After a few tries he managed to successfully drape him. Flying as fast as he could, which only seemed to be a snail’s pace to the young man because of the damage that he had taken and Conri’s extra weight, Kuro would head towards his one last chance at salvation.
After what felt like an eternity the prodigy touched down on the opening land entry at the bottom. Once far enough inside he slid Conri off his back as gently as he could before collapsing to the ground himself. Pain racked his body and he only seemed to have enough energy to flip himself onto his back. Due to being lost in his the stupor of what was going on Kurosanai did not know if he and Conri were the first to arrive or if other people had arrived before him. The encroaching factor was a matter of just getting off the planet before it took everyone with it.
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Post by Man on Feb 6, 2015 11:21:10 GMT -5
It resembled Belegost. Glancing to the right, he could almost see the cavernous structure where his crew first encountered the Cardinal of Truth. Who would have thought that an ostensibly simple mission would turn into an all-out war, resulting in the death of a planet? Zero understood now, that their mission had ended the moment Sebastian turned on the blue-haired saiyan and pit the Kinigos’ against the remaining members. After the incident, retrieving the lost crew Zex had tasked them with became but a pretext to the grand scheme of things. They had willingly allowed the Cardinal to lead them into Mement Mor knowing that it would bring about nothing but abolition. However, they never thought it would have occurred so suddenly, as the rightful heir of the saiyan throne approached the planet concurrently, with the drums of war ruminating in his mind.
The android leaps across the barren wasteland, passing fallen structures and remnant pieces of a civilization, which once stood tall with its skyscrapers, and thriving society. It only took one large ship crashing down from the heavens and a super saiyan to blow away decades of development with a single burst of lawless energy. The sky convulsed and churned with storm clouds spiraling above the stream of light that marked Mement Mor’s end. It would not rain, but lightning strikes down as if the planet were trying to cauterize its wounds to stop the bleeding. The tempest rages on. Another wave of wind radiates from the epicenter and strikes the android like a brick wall. Midair during his jump, he is forced involuntarily back to the ground, rolling and grinding against the charred land. Riffraff and fragments from his armor chip off as he crashes through surviving structures of the devastated city.
Model Zero burrows out of the hole, promptly after; he remained, observing the rampant vortex that swirled before him. It was no different from before –perhaps fiercer, but there was nothing worth notice. Regardless, staring at it intently, his mind portrayed various images to which he seemed somewhat familiarized. Had he been in the presence of a dying planet before? The instance was more like a scattered dream of a far off memory. The dark sky, the barren land, the rupturing clouds and the unforgiving cyclone accompanied by the treacherous bolts of lightning… perhaps he experienced it in a dream back in Belegost… or perhaps, it came from deep within.
When they had entered the planet’s unstable atmosphere, Zero had been momentarily hamstringed by his design as an electromagnetic wave pulsated throughout his mind. In that moment, he had a number of bizarre experiences. Although his body was present as the Frigid carried him across the deserted land of Belegost, the android had entered a completely uncharted realm to which logic did not seem to hold. There, he met a man whose visage was dampened by the obscurity of Zero’s mind. His voice was so familiar, but the android had never heard it in his short existence. Eyes still settled over the apocalyptic scenery, the images flash through.
The man, whom Zero had kept witnessing in his visions, he was flying at a rapid velocity. He was running away from something. Looking up, an enormous sphere of putrid energy eclipsed a red sky and the nefarious laugh of a single individual boomed from the heavens as though a deity had been speaking to the young man. Why did he not fight back? The android thought. The man in his dream, he was much more powerful than what the image let on. Zero didn’t know how he knew this, but he felt it. The man who ran for his life, he had the potential of stopping the foreboding power that suppressed them. Instead, he yearned to escape. Making his way into an abandoned spacecraft, the man looks back at the desolate planet he was leaving behind. Countless people had been killed and massacred, the soil tainted in the blood of its natives, and he –foreign to this strange land, failed to protect what was left. The sky growled and the ground ruptured as the immense sphere tunneled into the planet. There was not much time left. The man turned the spacecraft on and fled the planet before its destruction. However, part of him was left behind, trapped within its atmosphere and destined to vanish along with the planet…
There was not much time left…
Zero blinks his eyes as he comes to, realizing he had been staring blankly at the turbulent gyre. Ona might have been concerned, thinking the android malfunctioned, but Zero was fine and he had returned to the present. Although, he was not quite normal just yet; the android rest a hand on his chest and grips on it tightly as if attempting to puncture through his skin with his fingers alone. The action was urged by a constricting sensation he could not explain with words. It was overwhelming, he thought. Unlike anything he had ever witnessed before, it sent a wave of heat throughout his body and pounded against the inside of his armor.
Model Zero wrenched away the feeling as the urgent winds kept reminding him of certain doom. They could not die here. There was still much he must do and his masters were counting on his return. Breaking from the rabble that confined his lower waist, the android hits the ground running, ricocheting towards the gathered signatures of his remaining teammates. Hovering above in light of the storm, Sebastian’s craft was –surprisingly- still functioning. It was miraculous. To think it had survived Ninjin’s sacrificial attack, it must have been made of materials sturdier than the city itself.
One final leap as the android takes impulse from the unstable ground, he jumps up with a gale of wind at his wake, causing the rocks he stood on to crumble and cave in. He rises, Ona closely behind him, as the android lands at the entrance of the spacecraft. The blaring light from the outside shone on the android’s silhouette, but those within would distinguish his battered body by the long golden hair that flowed with the agitated winds. Scanning the room, he takes note of William Watson at the helm of the craft, Kurosanai, and what could only be Conri Lane lying with both arms amputated. Frigid was still missing, but the icejin would not make it in time for their escape.
Zero stepped aside, allowing Ona to enter and speaks to William. “Mr. Watson, this planet will not hold much longer. We must evacuate immediately.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Feb 11, 2015 5:02:46 GMT -5
Looking down at the pillar of flames Willie could feel his eyes sting. Conri…, the boy lamented. Invictus’ self-destruction had been a power unseen to any of those present and Watson could not imagine how the half-saiyan could have survived. As the explosion shook the planet to its core, William could not help but stare out the window as his fingers continued their dance across the control panel. It was only now that the devastation settled upon him. As he had been fighting with Celeh against Naitram on the outskirts of the city, he had not seen much of the battle.
But it was true; the place was a wasteland indeed. The battle had wiped the planet’s capital off the map, only the outskirts remained relatively untouched. But even they were a ghost town now. From what he read on the emergency protocol which flashed across the screen now and again, Mement Mor had been evacuated. Must have been what prompted Maneo’s sacrifice, the boy figured. Either way it did not matter, Watson was going to take this ship and escape the incoming planetary implosion. Biting his lip he studied the planet’s vitals using the ships interface with Mor’s mainframe.
He calculated how long was left, given how quickly the planet’s condition devolved. With the swirling of doom filled clouds and the rapid fire thunderstorm, it truly was not long. But he waited; he could not leave without his teammates, or at least those who remained. Even Kurosanai, despite their mutual hatred of one another Willie could not live with knowing he could have saved Muzai. Plus, with few exceptions, it was hard to hate someone when they’re dead. Looking up from the screen it was then that he saw Kurosanai shot from the sky by the sheer force of Invictus’ explosion, and fall like a rock into a pile of debris. Watson did not even both to hide the smile that flashed across his lips.
A few moments later he saw someone else fall in nearly identical manner. The fact that he could not sense the falling man’s presence caused him to believe it to be the android Man. Another being followed the blonde machine, which too he could not sense. A measure of confusion followed as the follower seemed just that; he was a companion, not a predator, at least from what Willie could tell. The figure he believed to be Man then just froze, like a statue, as he looked out across the devastation. Turning back to the “prodigy” of the Muzai, Watson could not stop himself from gasping at what he saw.
Conri Lane lived, well, most of him anyways. His signature was so faded that the boy had overlooked him entirely when he had looked out across the battlefield. The human bent over the seemingly unconscious half-saiyan, with a ball of fire in his hand. Willie grimaced when he witnessed the cauterizations. He could imagine the burning flesh and muscle, and the terrible scent which accompanied it. Then, after some humorous failed attempts, the human was able to get what remained of Conri over his shoulder. With a slow, deliberate pace they listed up to the ship.
As his feet clapped against the ship’s floor, Willie turned in time to see Kurosanai lay the half-saiyan down before he too fell, exhausted. Looking back to the screen Man and his follower were gone. As he scoped the landscape he heard a metallic clack behind him. Turning in the pilot’s chair once more, while his hands continued the final preparations, he saw the two androids enter the ship. “Mr. Watson, this planet will not hold much longer. We must evacuate immediately,” Man stated with cold logic.
“You don’t say? I thought the tower of flames rupturing from the planet’s core was for the weenie roast,” Willie jested with a sigh as he turned back to the screen. The boy recognized the android beside Man, it was one of the Cardinals who had attacked them. He was angry; Frigid was nowhere to be found, and the ship’s ki sensors were damaged. “Perhaps he had perished during the saiyans’ battle against Invictus,” William lamented. It bothered that much more that instead of one of their own team members, Zero had returned with a member of the Church. First Ninjin had died, then Celeh, now Frigid too would perish.
“And just what the hell is she doing here?” he queried without looking back at the pair. The ground below them was rupturing now, as the planet’s tectonic plates shifted violently. Keeping an eye on the countdown, Willie hit the last buttons, before moving his hands to the sticks on both sides of the console, ready to accelerate. But he needed to know what was going on first, with both Conri and Kuro out of commission, he could not risk letting an enemy combatant accompany them. Being an android she could simple rupture the ship’s hull in transit and kill them all. Being a member of the Church, he would not put it past her.
[Alright boys, wrap it up! Final posts!]
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Feb 12, 2015 0:08:25 GMT -5
The cold steel beneath his head was surprisingly comfortable. It felt as if the prodigy’s head was supported by nothing but pillows. The lights inside the belly of the ship seemed to blur everything around him as the human seemed to drift in between the world of consciousness and joining Conri in sleep’s sweet embrace. Two figures passed by the prodigy however in his current state he could barely make out what they were as they only appeared to be silhouettes. It was in that moment that sleep beckoned for the young man and his eyes drifted closed.
With a violent shake the entire ship seemed to rock in the air. It stirred the young man from his slumber, while it felt like it had been a long period of time it had really only been about ten seconds to the young man. His body was finally giving up as it barely responded to his commands. Simple thoughts and actions like ‘move your hand’ or ‘wiggle your toes’ were proving to be difficult. Taking a deep breath in he eventually managed to lift himself to a sitting position. His eyes glanced to the side to see that Conri was still unconscious thankfully otherwise he would probably be screaming in pain over the lost limbs and the burns that only seemed to have at least spared his life for now. A groan slipped from his lips as Kurosanai struggled to his feet after slipping Conri onto his back once again. Unlike last time though the strength in his legs was almost non-existent, it only took one step to cause the Muzai to fall flat on his face. But he struggled on slowly swaying back and forth until he reached the room with the healing chambers. Swinging the Saiyan off his shoulders he placed him in the pod, closed the door and activated the machine.
It hummed to life and began to fill it up with water before calming down to a steady monotonous tone. What Conri would remember was going to be completely up in the air. He could end up remembering the entire event or he could have forgotten how he lost both of his arms, though Kuro was personally curious as to how this had come to pass. Another jolt of the ship sent the prodigy crashing forward leaving his head now braced up against the pod’s shell. He didn’t even feel it. It was in that moment that Kurosanai realized that he was passing into shock. He should get into one of the healing pods while he was there. He needed to get into the pod but instead chose to spin on his heal and begin to stagger down the hallway. His vision, fuzzy and blurred, was now to the point that he was now able to recognize who people may be but nothing of finer detail. Each step proved to be a monumental task as the Muzai’s mind drifted further away from his body.
‘You should rest. You are going to die if you continue pushing yourself like this,’ A voice whispered in his ear. Fujin, no doubt. For whatever reason as the whisper came to an end something else appeared to let a faint whisper pass by his ear. ‘You can’t die yet…we have yet to meet…’ The whisper sounded like a giggle of a little girl but the prodigy chalked it up to a hallucination due to his current state. It wouldn’t matter as he reached the cockpit of the ship. Sitting at the helm was the idiot William Watson, he appeared to be unscathed by this entire conflict, how was beyond him. Though they hated each other it was nice to see the fool hadn’t managed to get himself killed, at least not yet. Standing off to one side was that of the android that had gotten in his way from originally killing Sebastian while under Fujin’s influence back on Belegost. The android always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Standing next to him though was a woman that Kurosanai did not recognize but a feeling of uneasiness passed over him, though he could barely feel it. Perhaps it was because he trusted the android even less than he trusted William Watson or maybe it was William Watson’s apparent physical posturing that sent the feeling to him. The ship rocked once more as Kurosanai attempted to enter the cockpit but was sent tumbling into the wall. His blood covered hand reached out just in time to at least dampen the impact. He didn’t even know if this was his blood or that of Conri’s or some kind of mix of both. The hand began to slowly slide down the wall leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.
“F.ucker…” Kurosanai said as he looked at Zero. While the look was directed at Zero it could have fallen on the woman or rather Watson. But just out of instinct it fell on him, almost as if he knew the android had messed in his affairs once again. Right after the word left him mouth Kuro collapsed against the wall and fell to the ground. His matted hair snagged on some of the sectional panels of the hull but would come free with ease. Repositioning himself against the wall his eyes held firm on the group. “Where…where is Frigid? We can’t leave without…him…” The words began to trail off as Kurosanai’s head fell against the hull. It was at this point that the prodigy entered into a state where he was conscious enough to hear what was going on but in no shape to do anything unless he was given some kind of aid. If he did not receive some kind of aid in the next twenty to thirty minutes the Muzai would be facing down death’s door.
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Post by Man on Feb 12, 2015 9:24:31 GMT -5
Model Zero had not responded immediately, as William demanded an explanation for Ona’s presence. He had initially thought that Kurosanai had sprung up from the floor to demonstrate that Zero had his attention, but Conri Lane was –understandably- more urgent. The android conceded as the human lifts the mutilated saiyan and carries him out of the cockpit. William would not budge without an answer and the planet would not hold for as long as he wished to argue. Zero had no choice but to repeat himself once Kurosanai and Conri were under better circumstances. The android turned to Mr. Watson. If the man looked at the android one more time, he would notice that Zero was in possession of Ona's weapons the whole time. Her buckler shield on his left, and her rapier on his right. The mechanical woman was completely unarmed and defenseless.
"This android surrendered to me when she realized what Invictus had done. I have confiscated her weapons and taken her as my captive. Do not forget, Mr. Watson, why it is that Lord Zex had sent us here in the first place. This android contains valuable information from this Universal Church of One, and you would be wise to heed my words for you -more than anyone, desire his approval." Zero's reasoning was flawless. Returning to Alpha Prime empty handed with deceased party members was hardly a victory, much less anything worth praise. Yes, they have defeated the Cardinals on Mement Mor, but they remained completely blind. They had no way of knowing whether this war would end with the planet. Warlock is someone Zero would prefer to keep to himself; only his masters would hear of this. Regardless, Model Zero could not rely on the thought that perhaps Mr. Watson was a rational man -perhaps under normal circumstances, but not now. Right now, they were overwhelmed by countless emotions the android could never understand, emotions which fogged their judgement. That is why he reminded Mr. Watson of his reason for being here; it was not to find the missing crew Zex had initially set them out to retrieve, it was not to avenge the fallen saiyans of New Vegeta, it was to save his ill mother and sister. It was, feasibly, the only thing Zero knew about Mr. Watson, that nobody else knew.
Promptly after, Kurosanai appeared, reclined on the cockpit's doorjamb. His chest heaved with every breath, and his mind drew closer to unconsciousness. The human observed the room as if examining who was here and who was missing. Another wave rippled from the stream of flames outside and nudged the spacecraft. Kurosanai lost his balance as the ship careened violently and drove him back on the wall, from which he slid down and dropped to the floor after cursing at the android. In spite of this, the human still found it in himself to worry about the icejin while he was in the brink of death. Model Zero closed his eyes and looked away in silence. Dead silence. Zero had looked into it on his way, he knew where everyone and anyone left on the planet was located as long as they still lived. Zero presses Ona's shield on a button next to him, closing the spacecraft's exit. "Mr. Watson, we must escape or perish," he said. Model Zero would then walk towards Kurosanai. "Frigid has fallen to the hands of the enemy. However, his death was not in vain as he has also defeated the cardinal."
The android would attempt to lift the weak human if unhindered. Pulling Kurosanai's arm over his shoulder, he looks to Ona. "Stay in a corner, and do not move." He glances at Mr. Watson. He had already said all that needed to be said. It was the man's choice whether they wished to die for a ghost. The android would lead Kurosanai towards a healing chamber with Ona's weapons still in hand.
(Regarding Zero's claim that Frigid is dead, whether he's lying or saying the truth depends on Frigid's return. Dead or alive, Zero's response does not change.)
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Post by Lord Zasham on Feb 12, 2015 11:28:21 GMT -5
The ship was experiencing heavy turbulence as the planet neared the conclusion of its final act. But William did not budge. He was not insane, well most of him, as leaving with a hostile party and remaining on the dying Mement Mor would likely yield the same result; death. Then he watched the Kurosanai stagger around like a drunken fool, dizzy and weary from battle. As he thumped around, with Conri’s motionless body in tow, Willie looked back, partially to amuse himself with Muzai’s condition, and noticed the female android’s weapon and shield in Man’s hands; a universal sign of surrender. However weapons did not give the robots their power, she could easily tear the hull asunder with her bare hands.
"This android surrendered to me when she realized what Invictus had done. I have confiscated her weapons and taken her as my captive. Do not forget, Mr. Watson, why it is that Lord Zex had sent us here in the first place. This android contains valuable information from this Universal Church of One, and you would be wise to heed my words for you -more than anyone, desire his approval." Silently the boy cursed himself as he stared forward out the cockpit window. The words he had said to save himself to Man on Belegost had worked because they were the truth and now they had come back to haunt him. Zero knew Willie would not let them all die because doing so would be no different from killing his mother and sister himself. He would surely cast them to the streets to the wolves of Alpha Prime. The thought made him shiver.
Seconds ticked by as the so called prodigy attended to his charge, far more noticeable when highlighted by the planet’s deterioration through the view ports. The android was right, William would not let them die however his synchronization with the ship allowed him to monitor the planet’s state using what Church sensors remained. When Kuro returned from the med bay he looked to Zero before babbling “Fucker…” which was promptly followed by him falling against the wall of the ship and sliding to the ground. Willie wished, in his good heart, that he could say that all of this did not amuse him. “Where…where is Frigid? We can’t leave without…him…” was the follow up once Muzai had readjusted, but ended off with his head clunking against the hull as he drifted off to nappy land.
"Mr. Watson, we must escape or perish," Watson would hear along with the ship’s bay door shuttering upwards, both by Man. He turns back to survey the situation as man goes to the fallen Kurosanai. "Frigid has fallen to the hands of the enemy. However, his death was not in vain as he has also defeated the cardinal.” William doubted every word the android said. Something did not feel right, him returning with a Cardinal. The others had fought to very violent deaths. However William had nothing but suspicions and not much of a choice in the matter. After assuring Muzai of Frigid’s valiant death Zero pulled him to his feet.
"Stay in a corner, and do not move,” was the last thing he said before dragging Kuro off to a med chamber of his own. It was too Ona, the supposed defector. Willie could not tell if it was a good or bad that Man asserted such control over the former Cardinal. ”Only time will tell, Willie thought with a sigh. Once they had disappeared in the medical chamber and the android had taken her place he would bite his lip. He reassured himself now that if Frigid was alive surely he would have fled to the safety of space, which his race could easily survive. Prometheus would surely have the planet’s remnants scoured, and William would be come, to search of any sign of the icejin.
“Let’s do this then,” he said as he pulled back on the levers. The ship heaved forth at incredible speed; the engines had been prepped, awaiting a quick exit. Fire would engulf them as they ascended through the atmosphere, the damaged ship holding together even better than Watson had hoped. Upon breaking the planet’s hold he would slip into full speed. “Brace yourselves!” the boy called as the planet erupted in a glorious explosion, which seemed to chase the ship as it accelerated. However they made it clear and free, the massive debris storm fading into the background leaving a tragically beautiful scene.
“Holy hell…” the boy said as he patted the ship's hull affectionately. They were heading home to Alpha Prime, finally.
[Woo! PL + Heavy Weights. Also requesting Sebastian’s (Damaged) Spaceship.]
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Feb 15, 2015 12:22:43 GMT -5
Lucidity was something clearly lacking in the prodigy’s ability right now. As his head fell back on the hull the cold steel seemed to soothe the wound on the back on his head. His eyes were clouded and his vision was near completely gone. It was then that he felt his body being lifted upwards and then slung over something. The lack of heat coming from the body he was slung over left him with the only option being that the android was carrying him. The android that had stepped in between him and Sebastian the first time, the android that had once again interfered to save Sebastian unbeknownst to Kurosanai and the one that now stood on the ship with a so called prisoner.
The words that stuck with him out of the entire situation were the statement that he knew that Frigid had died in battle somewhere on the planet. The thought was near impossible. He had seen the Icejin fighting on level with Conri, exchanging blow for blow with the Galactic Champion and him fight to hold off Arpatiko long enough for the prodigy to end the fight. The idea of him falling in battle to some random person was near impossible to consider.
“That is not possible…Frigid still draw breath…he couldn’t have died…” Kurosanai mumbled to himself. Sweet sleep continued to call him and yet he still resisted. It was not until he was carried into the healing chamber that he had essentially lost all control over his body. It went dead weight and now hung limply off of the android’s shoulder. No longer was the sensation of the warm blood running down his body or the pain that rippled at every movement. The sound of the planet dying beneath the prodigy was nonexistent.
As he was placed within the healing chamber he body hung limply there as Zero placed the face mask on the boy. It was in that moment that he once again uttered several words. “You…are lying…Frigid still lives…” The words would be weakly powered and afterwards the drugs to put the boy prodigy unconscious passed into his lungs. His eyes finally fell shut and his body began to submerge underneath the water that filled the chamber.
It was finally over. The endeavor that had left the boy on death’s door numerous times was closing its chapter. Banduk had disappeared, Frigid was nowhere to be seen, Arpatiko lay dead, the attacking Saiyans dead, the Universal Church of One seemed to be in shambles, Kurosanai broken, Conri armless and the finally the planet of Mement Mor dying. War was a terrible thing and there was no desire to experience it again.
(PL please)
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Post by Man on Feb 15, 2015 13:26:33 GMT -5
The artificial lamps of this torn down space ship flickered as the android slowly, but surely, carried the human towards to sick bay. The hall was long and narrow, leaving little space for them to walk. Light seemed to be distributed unevenly as they found themselves walking in and out of darkness. Glass and shrapnel riddled the floor. Zero stepped over them carelessly, but made sure to watch over Kurosanai's feet. He remained silent even as the human discredited his claims. Kurosanai denied the death of his comrade. The android knew that it made no difference whether he answered, so he listened without a word. There was nothing the android could tell him to convince the human that the icejin had perished. At least, it seemed, he had given up on the idea of saving the icejin. The android was worried Mement Mor would take them along for the ride while his foolish teammates chased after a ghost.
The ship careened with the waves of radiation that penetrated its hulls. Zero detected the sudden movements which implied Mr. Watson had finally listened to him. He was glad there was at least one 'clear-headed' individual on-board the ship, barring Ona and himself. The android had contemplated taking over the ship by force if he returned to the cockpit and Mr. Watson had still refused to move. However, it would have been far too late by the time he got there. The ship tilts abruptly. Model Zero and Kurosanai slide to the left. Doubt the violent, jerking movements must have been painful -unless he couldn't feel anything. The human seemed rather quiet compared to what's accustomed. Zero enjoyed the silence. The ship inclines to the right. Zero reaches out with his hand, awkwardly pressing Ona's shield against the wall to avoid crushing the human under his weight.
At last, Zero makes his way to the sick bay with Kurosanai in one piece. The first thing he sees is Conri Lane's dismantled body floating within the green fluid with a mask over his face. The android might not have recognized him if he had not seen it before. Everything in the room was flipped upside and and first-aid kits thrown to the floor. There were at least, three healing chambers, though one of them had been destroyed. The android was surprised there were any functioning at all. He staggers towards a table which remained in place thanks to the mindful person that bolt its metallic legs to the ship's floor. Zero placed Ona's shield over it and lay her sword leaning beside it. Next, he removed the cloak Kurosanai had claimed from Sebastian and tossed it on the table, promptly after placing the human within the last healing chamber. He didn't mind. It wasn't as though he planned on healing himself anyway. If Zero left Mr. Watson and Ona alone for a minute longer, he feared the man would have a mental brake down and drive them into an asteroid.
The ship had grown turbulent. They were on the verge of exiting the atmosphere, he concluded. Zero placed the face mask on the android, and just as the human found the ounce of strength to speak, Zero observed Mement Mor's entirety off in the distance. "You... Are lying..." the man said weakly. His eyes slanted on the android with blissful defiance as if he could feel it in his gut that the icejin had braved the battlefield. However, behind the human, past the ship's windows, Zero watched the planet crumble and explode into nothingness. Beautiful. The only thing he thought. Ironic. Twisted. Inappropriate perhaps. But beautiful. However, images rushed in the android's mind. Images of a similar incident, where the mysterious man that riddled his mind, escaped a dying planet just as they had. Zero still couldn't understand why the man decided to run instead of fighting off the imposing sphere of energy. He thought he'd never have an answer to his question; mainly because, the man was probably a figment of his imagination. Imagination? Is that something androids possess? Perhaps this was Ivan's idea of a sick joke...
Kurosanai continued to mumble. "Frigid still draw breath... He couldn't have died..." the human said. Zero turned away from the mesmerizing view to meet the human's unfaltering eyes as he slowly lost consciousness. It was weird. To think an entire planet was floating right there only seconds ago and now it disappeared. Not a sound was made, its efforts to cry for help swallowed by the void of space as there were no particles to carry its message. Model Zero closed the hatch of the healing chamber. He peered into the glass, looking into the humans fading eyes as the green fluid filled the tank.
"If you really believe the icejin lives, then go look for him," the android stated. Unsure whether Kurosanai heard him, the android turns away. He hoped the human heard him. He hoped the human would set out to the universe in search of his friend. Maybe -just maybe- Zero may never have to see his putrid face again. That just meant one more person he would not have to deal with. The lights of the room flickered. Although planets couldn't scream, its death would be felt by anything surrounding it. A shock wave, Zero was sure, would soon strike the ship.
[Exit. PL.]
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Post by graderr on Feb 22, 2015 19:50:04 GMT -5
Zasham: 13,180 pl awarded Celeh: 5,863 pl awarded Man: 2,173 pl awarded Kuro: 1,384 pl awarded
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