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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 3, 2015 23:22:21 GMT -5
“Willie?”
Watson heard the muffle call through the thick hull of the Arbiter, but he was already standing atop his ship. He could not rest, not while Prometheus Zex lived. So he stood in the vacuum of space, just staring down at Alpha Prime; magnifying upon Monarch Heights, flames dancing in his eyes. Before he could not stand to be without air, though he had no need of it, but in the past six months he had learned to hone his majin abilities and move past the mental blocks placed upon him by his memories. Memories of being human. He was much more now. Holding up his hands, red ki crackled for a moment before Hell's Gates formed in his palms. Grasping the red chakrams he mentally beckoned them toward his revenge and began his descent.
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Briskly entering Monarch Heights, clad in his now usual fine black suit, he waved at a few people he had come to know through working for the Zexus, before casually walking into Lord Prometheus Zex’s well protected mansion. After all Agent Watson had helped repel the Universal Church of One when they amassed outside Belegost days ago, as they awaited for the Omega Collective’s arrival to attack. The guy at the door even greeted him, not something you'd expect from an eight foot spiky alien. It was not hard to track Zex and Wrath now that he had mastered his senses, though he really did not need them as his family had lived there until only recently, finding them in the parlor. No doubt planning out the grand dark scheme for Belegost.
Waltzing up the lithe Lord of Alpha Prime he half bow out of respect before matching his dark gaze. His family came to mind but the rage which tore beneath his skin cared not. Not far off Wrath sulked, his presence ever haunting. “Lord Prometheus, I have information about a project you funded some time ago. I recently came across the product of your labor,” after a few moments pause he you being to change before their eyes. William was beyond fury at this time, having found out fromm Gunny that Zex was behind Zasham’s creation; and the true William Watson’s subsequent death. It was a miracle he could even get through what little he said with an obedient face. However now a black demon with fangs and piercing red eyes glared at his father, his full power unleashed in a rippling red aura; a trickle of saliva threatening to drip from his maw.
“I AM ZASHAM!” the technarcana would scream, unleashing a full powered Vice Shout out in all directions, creating a powerful shockwave effect. Though the effect on one's hearing was far more painful. With that he would leap at his creator with demonic glee, eager to assimilate him for his sins and his knowledge as his body expanded, though surely Wrath would be there momentarily to stop him. Could not blame a majin for trying? However Wrath was secondary, he would die for being Prometheus' kin. But the Lord of Alpha Prime had to go first; he had to face karma and become one with the very demon he created.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 3, 2015 23:50:33 GMT -5
Della let out a low sigh as she stalked forward advancing upon the ever impressive sight that was the mansion of what was likely one of the most prominent members of Omega, Prometheus Zex a man considered in terms of power to be rivaled only by the OTHER most prominent figure on Omega. Or at least that had been what people had thought roughly four months ago, when the balance of power had been roughly fifty fifty on Omega. Back when 'Omega' was JUST a space station, now 'Omega' included not just Alpha and Beta, but also Belegost a full scale planet, Della had to say it was probably around the size of Earth and it belonged to Zex. But around five months ago the balance had changed, not everyone had known it then, most probably assumed the status quo would have been kept. The monarchs of Omega would remain in balance with one another. But Della had no interest in keeping things the way they were on Omega.
Changing the status quo of Omega had been the bulk of the reason she had taken out Vespasian. Why she had put four months of work into converting the arena into a functional Academy of Mystical and Martial Arts. Why she had scoured the unvierse for the best teachers she could find for her Academy. And why she had spent most of her time not working on the Academy aiding the people of the Gamma Slums. She wanted to make a difference, and certainly he efforts had made some difference. The quality of life of Gamma had gone up quite a bit, people were starting to turn things around. But with the arrival and move to Belegost Della worried that what power she did wield would be far less applicable when it came to the scale of an entire planet.
It was not as simple as simply moving the people of Alpha and Gamma to Belegost, no on top of the population that was moving from the station to Belegost there were also the actual inhabitants of Belegost adding to the population. It had been a hope of Della's that the Academy alone would be enough to give her an edge on Omega, but with all of these changes in Zex and theoretically Arctics favor it was decided that she needed to tip the scales back in her favor once again. But where exactly could she garner the power necessary to make the changes she wanted, the changes that might be NEEDED.
The answer was a surprisingly simple one, Prometus Zex. The problem WAS the answer. If her takeover and subsequent efforts to shake things up on Omega had taught her anything it was that the leaders of Omega only really seemed to care about a problem if it effected them directly, take out Vespasian and she received no attention from either Zex or Arctic at least not directly. So perhaps Arctic would be inclined to make no effort to join the battle if she attacked Zex. it was a risk certainly but fortune tends to favor the bold and with any luck she could dispatch Zex and his guard before Arctics arrival and at worst perhaps she would be forced to use a senzu bean to sustain herself in a fight against both men. Regardless unless the leader of Beta was already here she would certainly have some time to work with.
The guards of Zex's mansion were many but while they were good for dealing with the average threat, perhaps those looking to deface the mansion in some way. They were ill equipt to deal with or even comprehend fighting someone like Della, but she had no interest in killing these men and woman, they were protecting Zex but that was merely a job, they did not necessarily agree with the mans actions. And so Della had taken the more stealthy route of knocking out a single guard and using his appearance to make her way onto the grounds if the men were equipt with a means of identifying energy she was likewise prepared for that as she mimicked the mans power.
With the shape of a guard it was easy enough to make her way into the mansion and once inside she could abandon the disguise and make more ready use of her Shunpo, darting through the building to the largest signatures on display, Zex, his guard, and surprisingly another, perhaps another guard of some sort though he was a touch below Wrath's power. With that in mind Della expected to enter the room and make a rather grand show of challenging Zex... her expectations were rather swiftly dashed as she caught the tail end of the third energy signature's own attack.
Upon actually entering the room Della found it to be in quite the state of disarray after the creatures attack and even so soon after whatever it had done it was making clear moves to attack Zex whatever she had expected it to be the creature was now. "Well.. I suppose this is a touch awkward.." Della muttered to herself as she watched on waiting for at least the moment to see how things might progress it felt rather certain that Zex's guard would step in before the creature could end the man. She found herself vaguely curious what Zex had done to anger the creature so thoroughly as she could practically feel the creatures anger.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 4, 2015 20:58:29 GMT -5
Talking with Wrath of plans to come, Prometheus had sensed the approach of one Willie Watson from the moment he had entered the compound, his senses picking up on the man’s signature as he closed in on the room. For what the boy came, the alien Lord had no idea. He had not summoned him to the mansion, and no word but Zex’s own brought visitors to his home. Wrath had no one to call to the mansion, his only true ally being his weaker albeit smarter brother. The hulking alien had never seemed to care, the bond shared between them unbreakable at this point. Continuing his conversation with the other alien, Zex wouldn’t stop until Watson was right down the hall, turning his attentions to the door so it looked almost as if he was expecting the boy when he finally entered.
”Mr. Watson, I do not believe we had a scheduled meeting time, I assume this interruption is rather important to enter my home uninvited.” The tall alien’s arms tuck casually behind his back, right hand grasping his left wrist as he took the common stance. Always in control of his person, Zex knew the importance of maintaining an image. He always kept himself calm and collected, temper easily under control very much unlike the man before him. In that respect the two were currently opposites, one lead by his mind and the other his anger. When a project was mentioned the Lord of Alpha Prime lifts a scaled brow, not exactly sure what he was talking about. Over the years countless projects and experiments had been funded by him, to say you had come across the results of one only meant you had walked the streets of Alpha Prime.
Before he was able to question the boy further Mr. Watson unleashed his own words, these carrying power as the air rippled around him. The high pitched sound had Prometheus clutching for his head as he fell backwards, brain rattling within his skull at the sudden outburst. To the side Wrath flinched, fangs grating together as it washed over him, the sound ear splitting, but not strong enough to stagger the more powerful alien. For that reason he was the only one able to react out of the pair. With Willie Watson’s whole physiology changing as he leapt for the alien Lord, Wrath does not lead with his claws. Instead his own maw opens, black energy erupting from it. Spreading out quickly it shot towards the Majin, looking to envelop the creature or at the very least send it flying backwards to keep his brother safe. Even with Willie Watson’s sudden power burst, the blast was a powerful one, Wrath never fearing to fight another. Should the mouth blast fail to temporarily fend the man off, then the beast would lunge in himself, having no intentions of letting his brother fall.
Off to the side another had arrived, her presence sensed by Wrath, but at the moment seemed to be ignored. Only the clawed beast had noticed though, Zex to busy trying to gain his senses back after the initial attack from Mr. Watson. Somewhere, deep under the pain and dizziness, he had already decided to make the man suffer before allowing Wrath to rip him to shreds.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 5, 2015 22:09:47 GMT -5
Kill, kill, kill…
The black globules of scientifically enhanced magical demon expanded as it drew closer to the Lord of Alpha Prime. Red flared fiercely within the blackness of his gaze, a thousand raging fires tore through his every molecule. Everything within the technaracana hated Prometheus Zex; every last bead of darkness that collected to form the living weapon seethed. Tycho loathed him for the fate he had in store for Belegost and the kinigos; his home and people. Iishavoh despised for pitting him against Watson that night before their depature; the fight which cost him his life. Even Masamune, via his empathetic nature, despised the towering devil for all he had done and all he could do. Yet their anger were but tributaries feeding into a raging river.
Zasham saw only the blackness of his vessel, where the seeds of madness had been sewn. As the scientist and sorcerers alike experimented on him in cruel and unimaginable ways he knew only pain and darkness. He was but a fragment torn from a being far greater than himself, broken down to the molecular level and rebuilt in the manner befitting their master’s will. Bound to the cylindrical prison the onyx sludge knew only the coldness of its steel. He did not know the pleasures of light nor the comforts of sound. All there was too feel was the unrelenting restraint of its walls. Time did not exist, only the chaos which festered within his soul, forever feeding on the darkness which reared him. Thus was the hell in which he was birthed, the abyss out of which he escaped. That was what he saw as he glared into the beady red eyes sunken into the ashen hide of his creator.
Kill, kill, kill…
As his hand reached out, expanding outward as did his body to create a net of certain death with which to earn true revenge; to force him to share the fate of all those he killed via the technarcana’s creation. To suffer as William, Iishavoh, Tycho and Masamune had; to face assimilation, to be torn down to the building blocks of your very being, analyzed and stored like data upon a hard drive. Become nothing more than a compilation of thoughts and memories. Watson had always been the one to pull them back from the brink of chaos, the one to save them from their fury. However now he was consumed by their rage, fueled by their hated and for the first time he did not fight for control, did not fight to stop Zasham’s destruction. But Wrath did, in the penultimate moment of his revenge.
The hulking behemoth’s face seemed but a skull with a thick black hide stretched tightly over, his nose a sunken hole and his eyes two milky white beads buried beneath his brow. Betwixt his fangs roared an energy wave as black as he, immediately striking the majin and removing it as an immediate threat to his brother. The blast tore a hole through the mansion leaving a trail of destruction that lead halfway through Monarch Heights. Just beyond the first wall struck by the attack, debris shifted and rumbled. Zasham rose from the wreckage, his own fangs grinding as his body trembled seemingly from emotion. Ki bubbled and boiled beneath his surface as energy pooled within him, until every molecule was in a state of excitement; his whole body vibrating.
“DIE!” came the ki enhanced sound waves of his Vice Shout, this time focused solely in the direction of the brothers Zex. As invisible waves traveled they would shatter glass and steel alike, its vibrations would reduce all that stood before it to rubble, save the two giants, though they would suffer again from the deafening cry. As the shout washed over them, Zasham smiled as he stood at the hole created by Wrath, his needle like teeth glistening. However should Wrath attack him the clawed alien would find his attack phase right through the creature for he was actually on the move once more. Using zanzo majutsu the majin would leave the enchanted afterimage, a perfect replica, behind to hopefully guide Wrath’s eyes away. However Zasham only had eyes for the Lord of Alpha Prime, whom he would appear behind at the end of the momentary speed boost.
Kill, kill, kill…
Without hesitation the technarcana would leap at Prometheus from where he appeared behind him, just as he no doubt recovered from the sonic waves. Thanks to the three sixty three dimensional scans the majin was aware of Delashano’s arrival though it was changed nothing, nor more than Wrath’s presence, for only Zex’s death dominated Zasham’s chaotic mind. The undeniable thirst for revenge drove him onward as the blackness grew into a surging wave destined to crash upon his tormentor; Prometheus would too know the maddening darkness he had fostered Zasham in, as it devoured him whole.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 6, 2015 14:49:59 GMT -5
Della found herself particularly amused by the current situation a rather great relief to her as up until the moment she had entered this room she had been a rather frustrating storm of emotion as she debated internally whether or not what she intended to do was right. The debate was still there certainly but she had long since made her choice that she would be doing this. The scene before her merely helped to take her mind off of the debate. Her plans for this fight were rather immediately thrown out the window with the addition of a fourth person of notable power being on the scene as she had never quite accommodated for the idea that she might have some amount of 'backup'
Technically speaking the creature before her was not necessarily an ally, she had no real idea if it was even intelligent enough to make choices like that, she had heard it speak but its only word was 'die' directed at Zex. Prometheus had clearly done something to infuriate this creature and Della was more than fine with letting the creature let loose some of it's fury on Zex and Wrath. She held no personal obligation to be the one to kill Zex and ultimately so long as the creature had no intention of taking over Zex's old position of ruler of Alpha Prime and Belegost she additionally had no reason to bother it once this whole thing was done with.
The creature was more than powerful enough to tear through Prometheus himself in a matter of moments, his big problem however would be Zex's bodyguard. Wrath for what he lacked in cunning he more than made up for in raw power and unfortunately that raw power was a bit above what the creature was putting out currently. But the mismatch in power was not so large that the creature's fate was necessarily a forgone conclusion, if inside that creature was an intelligent mind it could very likely pull out a victory over Wrath. Unfortunately it appeared to be focusing it's efforts on Zex a mixed bag in terms of tactics, it left him a bit more open to attacks from Wrath as his focus was not on the large man but would theoretically force Wrath into defending Zex.
For the moment Della decided to continue hanging back merely shifting her form armoring her skin with the familiar blue scales of Abednego and then proceeding to begin pooling her energy for a more powerful attack her energy flickering from its normal smokey texture into a bright roaring flame as her energy prepared itself for the coming attack. Hopefully the very same efforts from the creature that would force Wrath to defend Zex were very likely to also force Wrath to keep his attention on the creature rather than her which meant that she could prepare an attack that could obliterate him without much hindrance.
[Scales of the Dragon Activated] [Flame Tongue: Charge 1 PL 1,923,600]
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 7, 2015 20:14:47 GMT -5
A toothy grin overtook Wrath’s features as his blast connected with the black creature, the power the alien possessed in full display as a good part of Monarch Heights suffered his unintentional wrath. With the side of the mansion now open to the surrounding area cries of alarm could be heart, mainly from those who owned homes that the blast had just carved its way through. Others shouts came from the guards that populated Zex’s mansion and estate, confusion dominating the scene at the sudden outburst of power. The Lord’s staff and security had long grown accustomed to the powerful brother of their employer shambling around the estate, but for him to exercise such power in a reckless way was far from normal. Any with enough smarts were already scrambling, heading for the perimeter of the grounds.
As others fled, Wrath held his ground. Able to sense energy himself he knew whatever this creature was it had formidable strength. When rubble began to shift and pieces of wall tumbled away the hulking creature was not surprised. A brute in his own right, the younger of the brothers had always enjoyed a good fight, regardless of what setting it might be in. Their ascension to ruling their own people had been a bloody one, one full of excitement and carnage. It had been so long since he had exercised his full strength without restraints. One foot began to step forward as rubble shifted, but a strained voice had that movement halting.
”Wrath…remain close to me…” The labored voice of the Lord of Alpha Prime showing that he was still reeling from the sonic blast that had dropped him to the ground. Still his intellect was intact, the way the creature had thrown itself so wildly at him without regard for the stronger alien in the room making his intent obvious. In an instant the larger of the two stood before his prone ally.
With his brother’s words anchoring him, Wrath held his ground, his headstrong nature no match for the command of his brother. In such a position the beast was perfectly positioned to take the shout that came at him, this time more concentrated. Teeth grinding together his eyes squint for a moment as the sound waves wash over him, that second all that what had once been Willie Watson needed to get behind him.
Almost appearing above Zex, who was now up on his knees, the black monster again spread out as it looked to descend upon its target. On the ground, Prometheus was not completely defenseless as he throws out his Ultimate Barrier in the form of a bubble shield around himself. More powerful than your average energy shield it held up as the black ooze spread across it, stretching to try and reach around the thing that obstructed its path. At such a power difference though, the shield quickly began to crack under the pressure, shattering an instant later. Lifting his arm before his face in defense the alien Lord thought himself finished, but that was when he saw clawed fingers stabbing through the black substance.
Majins were made of strange gum like material, but it was not immune to being grasped. Having recovered from the sound blast Wrath had utilized his own zanzoken to move behind the creature and now took hold of it with both hands. Yanking with his all his might, muscular arms and chest bulging he took hold of the creature and spun, attempting to throw it towards the female known as Delashano. If the girl thought herself or her gathering energy unnoticed she was sorely mistaken. At this moment she had yet to aid the Lord and his brother, either siding with the strange alien or choosing no side at all. In Wrath’s eyes, both condemned her. With the Majin released and hopefully sailing towards the woman, Wrath began to gather energy in his hands, the black Ki shooting to gather before his chest as he prepared his Black Sun. Hell, even if the alien had managed to prevent itself from being thrown the beast would still prepare the attack, it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken it full on to strike a foe.
(Charge 1)
PL LOCK Zasham – 636,252 Delashano :Base- 120,225 Efreeti Rage-240,450 Outcast-1,202,250
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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 Apr 8, 2015 1:06:25 GMT -5
It had taken very little time for Ninjin Hattori to fly from Beta to Alpha, despite holding Arctic’s severe head between his hands. There had been a moment where he had had to hold his breath, but at the speeds he was moving it hadn’t taken more than a few seconds. There was no one to stop him on his super-sped flight, for who could even if they tried. Even the mightiest on Omega were forced to simply stare up in the sky in wonder at the awesome power rocketing through the sky. Zex’s compound was not hard to find, because it was massive for one, and because of the fighting and power levels surging within. None could even compare to his own, but it was nice to see that William was holding his own against a greater power. That had been all he had needed to do though, hold until Ninjin could deal with Arctic, an affair that had taken longer to win over the Icejin with than it had to actually commit.
They would sense him, he was not one to hide and so no reason to in this situation. Willie would know him as an ally, and the others? There was a power that was gathered among the group that Ninjin didn’t recognize. It was strong, surprisingly so, dwarfing the others by quite a bit, and yet it still paled in comparison to his own. Still if it was not a threat to him and didn’t think itself poised to take over Omega in Zex’s place Ninjin would perhaps be convinced to spare it. So long as it held no ill will towards him, Saiyan, Icejin, Zasham, or anything else Ninjin cared about. In the end though it didn’t matter if she did fancy herself a future leader, she paled in comparison to his power. All powers did. Wrath, a creature that Ninjin had had very little experience with, grabbed hold of Willie as the majin attempted to destroy Zex and flung him at the creature Ninjin did not recognized that was charging a blast.
In a blur of crimson Ninjin would swoop down through the tattered remains of the building, moving no doubt faster than the majority of their eyes can track, the female present being the most likely to know what was occurring but even she was so dwarfed by Ninjin’s near god-like power. If she did launch the blast as a reaction it would no doubt hit Ninjin Hattori rather than anything else. That would be something he would respond to after. If it hit him it would do something, but it would likely do little other than anger the Ultra Super Saiyan. After the dust that was kicked up in his rapid movement cleared Ninjin would set his ally down in a standing position from under the crook of the arm he had caught him with. The air would no doubt grow tense in his presence.
The Saiyan cocked his head at Zex and Wrath and then threw the head of Arctic down at their feet. His confused and dead expression rolled over and his eyes rolled up to meet them.
“Can you guess what comes next?” The Saiyan asked the alien brother duo with a malicious smile.
The woman behind them was almost forgotten, but not quite. She would need to be dealt with one way or another when this was over, especially if she was still charging her blast. Yet there were more pressing matters at hand. There was no love lost between Zex, Wrath and he. In fact the vile deeds that had been committed towards Azuki Hattori had been allowed to be committed on “Zex’s world”. With the amount of information that passed by Zex there was no way he didn’t know some of what was occurring, even if he didn’t know the full details. Regardless his time in this universe was up. With one hand Ninjin would grab ahold of William and throw him at Zex with great force. The secrets of the Majin were no secrets to Ninjin, for Willie had told him the truth of what he was. The throw would be purposeful, and his ally would no doubt get the message.
At the same time the Saiyan would rip the steel from the wall that Willie had so expertly disassembled for him with his shout. At once hundreds of pipes and bars and shards of metal from the building would fly at Wrath, moving at a speed the alien could probably barely even fathom. They would skewer him in dozens of different ways nailing him to the floor in a macabre statue. The poles and bars would slam into the alien after being broken and sharpened, though they would pin him in non-vital areas. Willie had wanted to finish off the brother’s Zex personally, and as a man on a quest for revenge himself was not about to rob his only ally from his. Ninjin however was still not a patient man, if Willie didn’t finish him off quickly, Ninjin certainly would. It was pitiful how weak a man with such power was. With Wrath dealt with, and William dealing with Zex the Saiyan would turn his attention back to the woman, though he would not attack right away. The look would linger as he scanned her power-level.
“Greetings. I am Ninjin Hattori, King of Beta, Leader of the PTO, King of the Iblisians, former King of the Saiyans. Who might you be, and why are you here?” The question was as straightforward as the introduction, and from the awesome display of might he had just pulled, he counted on the woman to be serious as well. She looked vaguely familiar and he could swore he had seen her face somewhere during his time on Omega, but in the moment that was lost to him. Only her words and actions in the current moment mattered anyway. His aura flared around him and he made no move to hide his power from the woman, or from the world, or from the universe.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 8, 2015 21:55:41 GMT -5
The Lord of Alpha Prime was smart; no one could ever doubt that, not after the way he had played the universe. When Wrath took an eager step forward to thrash the magical after image, it was the groggy Prometheus that bid him stop. Even when rattled his tact did not abandon him and the younger brother obeyed without question, standing between the demonic assailant and his sibling. As the sonic vibrations leveled the house around them the black behemoth simply stood there, wincing as he absorbed the blow to protect Zex. However, the majin would not rest until Prometheus was dead by his hand.
Kill…. Kill… KILL.
No sooner than the Vice Shout had washed over the brothers Zex had he appeared behind them in a rush of speed, immediately plunging at his knelt creator. As his body unfolded like the deadliest blanket, the alien was quick to throw up his Ultimate Barrier in defense. Without hesitation the majin expanded his liquefied form until the black goo covered the top half of the bubble shield; then he began to pull all his molecules toward its center. As Zasham felt the barrier slowly buckle from his strength revenge began to taunt and tease him.
As the black gum tightened, and cracks began to form along the shield, dark eyes formed amidst his amorphous body. Red rings swam in a sea of black, and their stared right into Zex’s eyes. The majin could just about taste the Lord’s ashen flesh, could nearly feel the delectable nectar that was his blood warm upon his lips. Far greater was the sweetness of revenge, so close that Zasham could hardly contain himself. Then the barrier shattered, a foregone conclusion as he was but a twelfth the power of his aggressor, and the majin fell downward, eager to welcome Prometheus to their living hell.
KILL, KILL, KILL!
Then Wrath was there once more, having used his own zanzoken to mimic Zasham’s rear approach, his oversized claws pierced through the majin’s body several ways as he closed his hands to grip the creature tightly. Taking form once more, the juvenile thrashed about nigh uncontrollably as the black beast heaved him free of his older brother. However no sooner had the claws tore through his skin were they gone; and he was rocketing toward the mysterious woman. Having been chucked with all the monster’s power, he closed his eyes as he sped through the air like a bullet toward the newcomer. Unsurprising though since to with Prometheus Zex you were one of two things; with or against him, there was no neutrality in his world.
Suddenly the black creature stopped midway, before being erased by the woman’s flames. As he opened his pulsing red eyes he found only Ninjin from where he rested in the crux of his arm. Then there was change, as Zasham grew less erratic. Even the demonic majin recognized the new King of Beta as a friend, the true being’s love for his friend transcending identity crises. Without even a word Hattori would place the technarana on his feet and turn to the brothers Zex and lob a lone head at their feet. Turning his head curiously, from where the ball of black rested beneath his ally’s arm, he watched it with sick fascination as it slowly rolled, dead eyes spinning around and around as loose strings of muscle flapped about. As it came to a rest blood began to pool beneath it.
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“Can you guess what comes next?” the former prince would say with a smile reminiscent of Zasham’s own sick twisted grin. Throwing up a black finger, the technarcana would stab a finger in the air directly at his vengeance and scream, “MINE!” Without another word Ninjin would simply nod, grab hold of the childish demon by the back and unleash him with his full strength, propelling him at breakneck speed at the brothers Zex; and the menacing energy building between Wrath’s talons. However as he flew, so did a hundred pieces of metal pulled from the recently disassembled mansion surrounding them. One could only wonder what Wrath would attack, though either way the majin would not stop. He was restless, tireless, in his pursuit of revenge
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Post by Delashano on Apr 8, 2015 23:28:44 GMT -5
"Delashano Mahajenn, Headmistress of the Omega Academy of Mystic and Martial Arts, Champion of the former Omega Arena and former aid to the Guardians of Earth." Della said rattling off her own titles just as the man before her had or at least her current titles as she avoided using the more fantastical ones she had gained in the distant past, rather frustratingly his were quite a bit more impact than her own especially considering his claim to be the Leader of the PTO and King of Beta. When Della had left the Academy to launch her attack on Zex Arctic had still been in power, which meant that already this man had taken out Arctic, such an idea would normally have been laughable, he was completely unharmed and did not seem lacking for stamina currently. BUT the amount of power he was putting out meant that it was a very real possibility that this man had defeated Arctic with enough ease that he simply had not actually expended much power nor had given Arctic a chance to harm him.
He could very well destroy her with that very same amount of ease, the same ease he had specifically attacked Wrath in a manner so as to hinder and disable him but not to kill, hundreds of pieces and shards of metal impaled the large man and yet still he lived and most certainly not simply by his own strength, the attacks were as precise and intentional as the other actions that he had taken so far, protecting the creature that had attacked Zex and Wrath before her arrival. He was ensuring that the other one would have his chance to kill Zex and perhaps Wrath as well. For now what the inky black creature was up to was not particularly Della's area of concern, she had a much bigger problem on her hands. NONE of her plans had accounted for something like this, vaguely she had occasionally entertained the notion that perhaps Akassa would do something like this at some point, her friend was fierce in her determination to see the Saiyan people become a formidable force again and commanding Omega would certainly help her with that.
Ultimately Della had shoved off those notions primarily because Akassa attacking Zex was not actually something she needed to plan around, all it really meant was that she needed to negotiate with her friend form a proper alliance between Omega and the Saiyans. Truthfully that had been apart of her plans for AFTER Zex was dealt with. But now a wrench with more than twice her power was quite expertly wedged into her plans and she had little to nothing prepared for a situation like this, which meant improvising, thankfully something Della was good at.
The other problem was the name the man had given, it was one she was familiar with though it did not belong to anyone she had met. It belonged to a dead man, Akassa's brother, technically the rightful heir to the Saiyan throne though Akassa was unlikely to acknowledge that particular fact. Della had learned quite a bit about Akassa's life and Ninjin Hattori was among those she spoke of, most importantly she had spoken of his DEATH. Which prompted the question of who exactly she was dealing with, was this truly Ninjin Hattori back from the dead? Or someone claiming his name to try and seem more impressive, he certainly had the power to be Akassa's brother and the whole golden glowing hair thing was apparently a trait of the 'Super Saiyan' transformation and not specific to Akassa.
"As for why I am here, I have spent the last few months doing my best to try to fix Omega. It has developed quite the bad reputation and that is in no small part due to the actions of Promethus, his Brother, Arctic, and Vespasian for creating the ideal habitat for the elements of Omega's reputation to flourish. I initially sought to simply take the Arena as a position of strength, a way of turning things around for Omega. It has, for the most part, been mildly effective. Before the move to Belegost I managed to do quite a bit to turn what had been the Gamma slums into a better place and to help create a better Omega. But with the move to Belegost's orbit it has become increasingly obvious that my efforts as they are will not be enough. If I simply proceeded as I had been I would be allowing Zex and Arctic to corrupt not just Omega but Belegost as well, a whole PLANET."
"I decided I would not allow Zex any more chance to poison the universe, so I decided to solve the problem at the source. Zex. I was rather surprised to find I was not the only one looking to remove Zex's head from his shoulders, your friend seemed quite eager to tear apart Zex himself so I chose to give him his chance to deal with Zex and should it look as if he would have been unable to defeat them I would do so myself." Della explained watching 'Ninjin' carefully, if the man DID want to kill her it was unlikely she would receive much notice but anything was better than nothing. In an effort to hopefully quash any interest the King of Beta had in simply ending her as a precaution Della allowed her built up energy to disperse briefly resulting in a bit of ashy smoke being emitted from her mouth as she let out a breath and likewise her scales began to recede as Della's form shifted back to her preferred shape, her scales while useful against an opponent such as Wrath or the inky black creature would be roughly as effective against Ninjin as the clothes she wore.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 10, 2015 17:33:52 GMT -5
Black energy pooled before the massive alien's chest. Gathering into a sphere equivalent to the size of an Earth beach ball, the "sun" had already taken shape. His own master crafted technique, Black Sun was the strongest in his arsenal and barely used in actually combat, beyond the dumbed down version he had launched at Model Zero several times. This blast was to be full power though, the energy from it more than enough to obliterate the strange little creature that matched it in color. When what had once been Willie Watson was dealt with, Wrath planned to turn his attention to the dragon-like woman that had also entered the mansion. She might have been some form of friend, but the alien did not care, she was unknown and charging her own energy, a threat to be eliminated.
Such would have been the plan had Ninjin Hattori burst onto the scene. The Saiyan Prince should not have been here, not have been at all for that matter. According to the presumably accurate reports of Model Zero and Watson himself, the monkey tailed man was dead. Then again…had that all been misdirection, Watson had been one of those reporting in such information. It didn't matter now, what mattered were his intentions…those quickly revealed as the Arctic's head was sent rolling across the floor. An even match for Wrath, the Icejin had long been a competitor for control over various parts of the Collective and now it seemed he wouldn't be competing for anything but a casket amongst the dead.
No coward and far from fearing anyone, Wrath could not deny the power he felt from the Saiyan…one that was near triple of his own. Behind the hulking alien Zex had regained his composure, even if there was little he felt words would accomplish here. While few words were spoken, the pause was long enough for Wrath's Black Sun to grown in power, now pushing almost double is standard power level(1,565,411).The black creature screamed out again as it was flung forward, the hulking alien not hesitating to unleash the powerful blast. With that much power it was easily enough to obliterate the Makin, closing in on triple its own power level.
Wrath began to move, but was no match for the Super Saiyan in speed. With a power the alien did not understand, the golden cloaked foe send shafts and beams of metal driving towards the larger of the brothers. All over his body they stabbed down through him, biting into his flesh as the longer ones drove into the floor. Hissing in pain the beast felt multiple organs and bones pierced by the invading metal before he found himself almost immobilized. Still, the young King had underestimated the resilience of his target, not a single pole having pierced his heart or skull,
Jerking upwards Wrath begins to wrench himself free, standing upright as multiple holes became apparent in his huge frame. As he managed to yank free, the inevitable explosion from his blast, gave him the cover her needed, the holes that dotted his body beginning to close. Smaller rods were forced from his body, muscles bulging as the healing properties the alien possessed began to mend his pincushion of a body. The energy require was no small amount and it would leave him weaker than before, proper rest needed to heal, but he would still live. Behind him Prometheus stood and knew the brothers were outmatched, but showing the resilience that had brought them this far. The Brothers Zex were not so easily undone.
"I fear there may be no talking with these ones brother."The tone of his voice showing that despite his intellect he could think of no options beyond words, not a very promising path. Yet they also portrayed how willing he was to stand by Wrath, even if this turned out to be their untimely end.
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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
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Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 10, 2015 18:46:46 GMT -5
The resilience of the brother’s Zex was admirable. Foolish, because they were in the end prolonging their own torment, but admirable. Wrath had managed to launch a blast at Willie of what he no doubt, until Ninjin had arrived, would have considered tremendous power. Willie was resilient, and hopefully he would be able to withstand what had just happened to him. Ninjin would kill the brother’s quickly if he didn’t, but he had faith. Wrath was impressive. Even after he was stabbed through dozens of times he fought against it, trying to free itself from the immobilization. Still it did not stop Ninjin from addressing the woman next. If he had wanted the brother’s Zex dead right now, they would be dead right now, this was not his fight. It was Willies, or Zasham’s, whatever he wanted to call himself when he took this form.
The woman introduced herself, but did little to acknowledge and respect what Ninjin had said. She did reveal why he had recognized her. She was the one who had taken over for Vespasian and had changed his arena into something else. Before his transcendence and passing over the Super Saiyan form he would have considered her power incredible. Still she seemed to have an appropriate amount of wariness about him, but that did not translate to respect. Delashano seemed to be speaking the truth when she told him of her reasons for being here, and they were admirable reasons. The problem was they seemed to conflict with his own. The planet part confused him. There were millions of lives on Omega between Belegost, Alpha, and formerly Gamma, what should it matter where those lives were located a space station or a planet? She burped out smoke and began to change before his eyes. The woman became less dragon-like and more human.
Though she had not treated him with the respect his station deserved, he would let her live. For now. Later? That remained to be seen. And he would not show his displeasure at her lack of tact. While Zasham fought the Zex brothers he would interfere on his behalf if necessary.
“Well met Delashano, holder of titles.” He smiled. It was true that hers did not have the impact of his own, but it was amusing to hear her list them off. “I have my own plans for Omega and Belegost, and as you described your own it doesn’t seem that ours conflict. Zex and Arctic were poisons to this place and the people. I seek to make things better for all as well. Well…” Ninjin looked at Arctic’s head, then to the Zex brothers. Then smiled. “…most.”
“I am glad to see that you hold no quarrel with killing in order to make the universe right. Justice needs a hammer, not a soft hand. I have met far too many heroes that disagreed. Sometimes things in the universe need to die, like Arctic and Zex. Poisons on the universe. They are not the only poisons, however. It is for that very reason that I have taken control of Beta and PTO, and am now here to assist Zasham in taking out Zex and Wrath. I have great plans for Beta and the PTO, and William Watson and I have great plans for Omega, and I must warn you that your power makes you a threat. If you have no plans to stand in our way, I have no quarrel with you, if you have truly been doing good for the people of Omega.” Ninjin would keep an ever weary eye on the fight at hand, at the same time keep the woman in his sight as well. If she made an attack at him, or at Zasham, he would not hesitate to strike her down. Truthfully he hoped it would not come to that. Assuming she did not reveal any adverse thoughts or feelings on what he had said so far he would look to continue their conversation. The beams and bars that had impaled Wrath floated through the air and bent themselves into the shape of a throne, landing lightly behind Ninjin. With a grin he sat and looked at Della, positioning himself so he could talk with her and view the fight simultaneously as he sat. If she tried to move the chair would raise off of the ground and move to keep her in line of sight, as well as the fight. Their conversation wasn’t over and it would be rude to leave as they were just getting to know one another.
“I must admit your title that peaks my curiosity most is former aid to the guardian of Earth. What brings you all the way out here? I was once the crown prince of New Vegeta, but no doubt you knew that.” It was not being cocky, there still hung old posters of the former prince’s face from his bouts in the galactic tournament. As well, the Saiyan people were known far and wide, the former crown prince especially.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 13, 2015 22:36:01 GMT -5
From two black spheres, one per hand, energy surged forth toward one another. Meeting at the center of his broad chest the two beams swirl together; their combined power giving birth to yet another black orb at their center. Moments later the swirling streams of ki would begin to merge and divide; until several smaller ki orbs were left encircling a massive black sphere, at width of the hulk’s body. Wrath was ready by the time the saiyan prince had launched the majin; a mighty roar was harbinger for a mightier attack, one that left death in its wake. However Zasham, in his current state of mind, attacked without restraint and thus did not shy away from the black solar system which neared; not that he could if he wanted to, possessing no ability similar to bukujutsu. Acting merely on survival instinct alone, which had no doubt been programmed into the technarcana virus, the child of chaos reached across himself, wrenching at his right wrist with his left hand. With one painful tug it tore free, quickly transforming as the majin spun mid-air. As he reeling back with his good arm, it was an obsidian grenade which he clenched firmly. With all his strength he launched it, moments before the daunting sphere collective reached him. Turning once more he threw his arms at his side to catch the wind and bring him perpendicular to the ground as the orbiting spheres reached him. In a moment his right hand was regenerated, just in time to catch a ball of ki in each hand; his hands disintegrated under the power but held together long enough to slam them both into the massive black sun. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!" would be the final sounds before the explosion. The blast would be thunderous and massive, spanning all directions and covering all of Monarch Heights in a debris field, though not before completely disintegrating the demonic majin amidst his maddening laughter. Meanwhile, a few miles above Alpha Prime the black grenade spun less and less as its momentum slowed until finally, it reached its apex. In that single solitary moment between rise and fall, the grenade would silently explode in a mass of black ooze. Twisting and writhing in mid-air, the dark mass would congeal into Zasham as he began his descent. In this moment of rebirth, there was clarity. Ninjin’s interference had centered him which with the majin’s subsequent death allowed for synchronization. All the personalities within the technarcana united with him on a level deeper than just mutual hatred for the being who did this to all of them. For a second he was almost whole; I am almost whole. Angling toward the power levels of Prometheus and Wrath, the black creature held its hands to its body to speed up as it eyed the debris field settling over the former Monarch Heights. Focusing energy beneath his arms, he remembered William Watson’s training. Two new arms sprung forth beneath the existing pair with a grunt. Not wasting a second his original hands began charging a red sphere of ki whilst he held his others out to his side. With a crackle of energy two red chakrams appeared in his additional palms, which he then mentally guided in order to control his fall. At the edges of his sensor he notices Delashano and Ninjin only slightly displaced; the former’s amassing energy squelched as quickly as it began. More important were his creators; without Wrath’s heavy hand nothing Zex had done would have been possible, leaving him as responsible for the birth of madness as his brother. Just before piercing the veil of debris Zasham the red ki was condensed with a condensed shell of black energy, evident only by the unstable crimson sliver at its center thus reminiscent of a snake’s eye, and tossed it away. In the few seconds before engaging the eight foot black beast, the majin looked to his side to see the former saiyan prince sitting upon a throne fashioned from metal. The sight of still fresh blood made him sure it was the same shards which skewered Wrath. "I fear there may be no talking with these ones brother,” the sound of Zex’s voice brought his eyes back the monster. Then so to were the blunt edges of Hell’s Gates and two hands sporting three long blade-line talons upon him. “Fear! FEAR! FEAR!” the creature would scream, repeating the word as if it were some demonic chant meant to enact a curse. Ever eager to keep both brothers on their toes and unable to assist one another, the Snake Eye would have circled out and around to come strike Promtheus at full speed on his side a moment after Zasham attempted to fillet his younger brother. Moving at the majin’s speed and hitting with his power, twelve times that of its target, the black and red ball would attempt to dismantle the Lord of Alpha Prime; without killing him, and honor reserved for Zasham. Meanwhile the technarcana would attempt to keep Wrath’s sunken eyes on him whilst also trying to wear him down. The Fist of Alpha Prime may be stronger but he did not have the stamina of a majin… Or four arms.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 15, 2015 20:25:54 GMT -5
Della rolled her eyes slightly as Ninjin took a small jab at her attempt to compare titles with him, she had known the moment she had started it that it was a rather needlesly competitive attempt on her part especially considering he was claiming multiple positions of actual royalty and command but it certainly had not done anything to sour the man's attitude in fact doing quite the opposite which was perhaps for the best. Ninjin claimed to hold ideas of his own for Belegost and Omega and while he had not claimed that there plans aligned he did say that they appeared not to conflict with one another which for the moment was more than Della could have hoped for. As Ninjin spoke the battle between the brothers Zex and the Inky black creature that seemed to be associated with Ninjin in some way began anew as Wrath repaired his body of most of the damage incurred by Ninjin's attack and proceeded to stand in defense of his brother while the creature continued its relentless assault. "It is often difficult to know when one needs to use a firm hand to guide people, sometimes a gentle touch and the right words are enough but as I have found with Omega a gentle approach is simply not possible here, Vespasian, Arctic, and Zex were all far to deeply entrenched into Omega to be dealt with in a timely manner with anything less than direct force. I hope that one day such direct measures will not be needed with Omega" Della said with a heavy sigh, certainly her methods thus far in dealing with Vespasian and her intended method of dealing with Zex would be effective but she did not like the idea of making a habit of ONLY dealing with her problems with blood.
Ninjin finally put a name to the inky creature 'Zasham' and then offered that he and another man had 'great plans' for Beta, the PTO, and Omega as a whole an interesting and potentially ominous statement depending upon exactly what those plans were. Della knew only what Akassa had told her about Ninjin and that information was decidedly sparse as Della endeavored not to pry excessively into Akassa's family history knowing rather well that it was not a particularly fond subject for Akassa to discuss. Della idly wondered if Akassa even knew that Ninjin was apparently still quite alive, the last time they had discussed him she had still used his name in the past tense but it had to have been at least a month since Ninjin had come up in conversation between them. As Della pondered whether her friend knew of her brother's survival Ninjin gave her a warning firmly stating that because of her power she presented a potential risk to him and his plans but so long as she was not in the way of his work he would take no further issue with her.
That was perhaps the greatest relief for Della, it meant that Ninjin was unlikely to strike her down here and now unless she decided to outright state that she would stand against him here and now something she most certainly had no interest in doing for quite a number of reasons. The first was because she had become rather fond of being alive over the centuries and was not quite ready to pass on, there was to much to be done here on Omega and too many people she cared about that still needed her. Secondly she would not do so becuase ultimately she had no reason to, so far while his statements were cryptic regarding his plans for Omega Ninjin had not actually done anything to give Della reason to stand against him, already he had done Omega a service by eliminating Arctic and his ally Zasham would likely do the same to Zex and Wrath. Unless Ninjin later turned out to be worse than both men it was likely to Omega's benefit that he held power. There were of course other reasons but those were the most important.
"I left Earth to experience my first true taste of freedom." Della said almost automatically as Ninjin questioned what had brought her so far away from her home, additionally finding himself curious of the fact that she had been an aid to the Guardians. He once again began to manipulate the metal around them bringing a large mass of bars and beams together to swiftly form a makeshift throne for himself, the feat was impressive though Della had to admit the throne was likely to not be particularly comfortable for the new Emperor of Beta. With a small grin Della snapped her fingers forming a throne of her own though decidedly smaller than Ninjin's it was also decidedly far more comfortable, the choice to make hers smaller was a specific one an effort to show that she was mostly having fun with him and did not genuinely consider herself on par with him.
"My story is rather long but as we have time I suppose it cannot hurt to give some information on myself, I'm quite a bit older than I look, older than you, older than this incarnation of your people." Della said having learned that the Saiyans as they were currently were a sort of artifically recreation of the old Saiyan race, revived with the genetic information gathered by the last living saiyans from many many years ago. "and older than the existence of interstellar travel on Earth, as far as I can recall I had always been on Earth and for much of that time I was bound to what can be best described as a form of mystical imprisonment or slavery, neither are wholly accurate terms but they fit the best for now. I was not the aid to Earth's recent Guardian Kaladar Lox. I was the aid to its first, second, third, and fourth Guardians. My bindings locked me away for many years until Kaladar Lox and the current attendant discovered me, roughly a year ago I finally found a means of releasing myself from the mystical bindings on me. But the Earth as it is is a very different place to the Earth I am used to. So I decided to use my new found freedom to explore the stars, my exploration brought me to Omega six months ago and I have remained since." As she explained her situation to Ninjin Della too idly watched the ongoing battle and was rather curious when she spotted a familiar technique being employed by Zasham, evidently the inky creature was a former student of Vespasian.
"Now I have a question of my own for you. If you are Ninjin Hattori, how is it that you are here taking over Omega, when by all accounts you are supposed to be dead?" Della decided it worthwhile to risk asking Ninjin about how it is that he was alive here when it was known that he was supposed to be quite dead having sacrificed his life in an effort to destroy a powerful enemy of the Saiyans. The afterlife was not something Della quite liked thinking about particularly much, the knowledge that she was unlikely to ever see it through simply natural causes, no disease was capable of felling her from what she had experience, age remained an irrelevant factor, the only way Della believed to be likely for her to pass on was in battle as she knew she could never bring herself to end her own life, a suitably powerful enemy would need to take her down if ever she was to pass on.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 16, 2015 19:59:07 GMT -5
The blast had obliterated the creature as it wildly charge head on into it. Whatever sense Willie Watson had once known was lost with this new form he had taken. The boy that cared for his mother and dutifully performed for Prometheus Zex was gone, this strange creature having replaced it. In his eagerness to get at the brothers he had thrown his life away with a reckless attempt. Surely if it had possessed any sense it would have realized how outmatched it was when compared to the power contained with Wrath’s Black Sun, few in the Universe having the strength to stand up to such a blast. (More so than the brothers knew though as the Universe was filling up with those whose power could not be matched.)
The black creature’s destruction left them with the other two to deal with, the strange woman that had not so long ago replaced Vespasian and the eldest of the Hattori children. Ninjin still drew breath, something Zex himself had not yet wrapped his head around. The obvious conclusion was that he must have somehow escaped the destruction of the UCOO planet and in time found his way back to the Omega Collective. Like with his misunderstanding of whom and what Willie Watson had truly been all along, the Lord of Alpha Prime would never have thought the Saiyan had literally come back from the world of the dead. No text contained such information and centuries had passed since any had actually performed the feat. Only the heroes of old had managed such a thing and their returns from the otherworld were only legend.
Nodding to his brother’s words Wrath was about to step aside so that the more intelligent of the two might make an attempt to talk their powerful foes down; a twinge on the edge of his senses causes him to halt. Looking up through the debris and dust choked air, the blast something had withstood and protected his brother from, he could see nothing. He could however, sense that the monsters energy signature had somehow risen above him. How in the world had he managed to avoid the powerful blast? Teeth grinding together audibly, the beast drops into a slight crouch as the signature above rapidly approaches. This little beast was not going to survive a second encounter with the powerful Wrath and he would make sure it suffered for being so persistent.
Just as the creature burst through the last of the cloud cover, Wrath heard his brother grunt from behind him. The pain filled sound caused him to glance back, eyes widening as his brother went flying off to the side. So close to him Prometheus, he heard the ribs cracking from the impact of whatever had hit him hard enough to take him right off his feat. Knowing he could not rush to his brothers aid just yet he turns back to catch claws across the front of his broad chest. Black blood oozes from the gashes, but they were far from enough to take the hulking alien down. Always up for exchanging blows and not truly having an understanding of what he was up against, Wrath swings with his own clawed hands, aiming the two slashes for the black monsters face.
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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 Apr 16, 2015 20:48:19 GMT -5
The fight between The Zex brothers and Zasham was raging before them. Ninjin watched in curiosity as either seemed to take the upper hand from the other. In the end it would be Zasham that would be victorious. No matter how hard either Prometheus or Wrath fought in the end that would be the outcome. That much was decided by the Saiyan sitting in the throne made from bloody bars. The woman rolled her eyes as Ninjin took his subtle jab at her and he chuckled slightly. There was little that could upset the Saiyan currently. His power was absolute. Zex and Wrath fighting Zasham was a show, and he and Della were the watching spectators. Ninjin simply stared at the fighting as she spoke her piece about force someday no longer being needed on Omega. He hoped for that day as well, because it would mean their rule was absolute and unopposed, and the Church had been dealt with.
During his time on Omega he had been exposed to the filth that inhabited it. And the filth that inhabited the universe. That filth needed to be dealt with, and he and Zasham would do it. Della would be welcome if she so wished, so far as Ninjin was concerned, and she didn’t try to get in their way. Her reason for leaving Earth was freedom, something that he could understand. This most recent part of his life? Omega? It had been where he begun taking his life into his own hands. Together they were united in that. Ninjin could not help but to chuckle when she summoned a throne of her own. That the pieces were finally moving into place towards his revenge made him all the happier, and he found he could enjoy the moment, even though that moment was the killing of a tyrant. This woman had interesting powers as well. When he came in she had been scaled and then had burped fire at him. Now here she was summoning chairs out of nowhere.
Ninjin rested his head on his hand and tilted towards Dela as she told her story. She was ancient if her words were to be believed, more ancient than even his race’s revival. If it was true she was right, she was much much older than she looked. Ninjin would have placed her as a young Earthen woman, had he not seen whatever it was she was when he had first come into the room. Ninjin’s eyes widened as she told him she was the guardian to the very first guardian on Earth. She must very ancient indeed, and the amount of knowledge she must contain would be incredible as well. Ninjin’s eyebrow raised as she asked her own question, and he took in a rather large sigh.
“My own story is quite long as well. Yes… I was dead.” Ninjin would tell the truth. He had nothing to lose, and her knowing the truth could in no way harm him. Willie was his only ally in the universe left, and there he was right in front of Ninjin fighting the Zex brothers, and Ninjin would ensure his victory. There was no son to be threatened, no great love, and his family was some of the most powerful in the galaxy, what was left.
“On Mement Mor I met my fate. I was sent there tracking an assassin on a mission to destroy the world. I landed and began my mission, but soon cardinals began to show up. One, Invictus, was the most powerful being I had ever encountered. I transformed into the Super Saiyan form and we fought, but there was little I could do even in that form against his awesome might. In desperation I exploded in an attempt to take his life before he could take my own. I went to Heaven and met the Kais, what I found disgusted me. They were terrible. Arrogant beyond belief, and rude. I quickly separated myself from them and found other legendary heroes as well as some ancestors of mine. Quickly through training my power surpassed even their own, as well as the gods, at the very least what they showed and walked around with. I spent what must have been months there. When I came back to life I awoke on Omega, and I began looking for m-” His voice cut with emotion. He coughed and continued “my son.” It had been the first time he had told someone about his son who wasn’t Willie, Nasu, Endou, or Lilith. When he had been Syn searching for the child he had left the reason for the searching ambiguous, and he had not had the opportunity to speak of him as Ninjin. The memory hurt.
“I found him, but he was taken from me, in worse a way than I could ever have imagined. His soul was removed from his body and eaten by a demon. His body then warped beyond recognition. I have been to Heaven, though this child was more pure than I will ever be he will never experience other than…. I cannot even fathom. And so I have need for a base for which to build my army and bide my time for revenge against the Church and those responsible. In the process I will uplift Beta and make it a place respectable in the galaxy, as well as doing the same for Omega and Belegost. I have plans for the PTO as well.”
Ninjin let the woman absorb all that he had just said. It was a lot of information. Would she believe him? It was the truth whether she believed it or not.
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