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
|
Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 5, 2015 10:42:28 GMT -5
The weight of Arctic’s head within his hands felt light. No doubt his own crown would feel heavy, but Arctic’s head no longer felt the burden of leadership, material or otherwise. Delashano did not seem pleased with his action of taking the head and lifting it into the air via the spike. As she first began to speak her words confused him. He had only meant the beheading of Arctic himself, not the head on a spike. The thought hadn’t even come into his mind until he heard the literal words from her mouth. No, despite him literally having a spiked head within his hands, and having him cause it, he had never meant for Arctic’s head to become that. The symbol was the beheading of the old regime for a new one. The purpose of keepings Arctic’s head? So that he could keep his own. The dead-eyed stare was a reminder of what happened to those that allowed others to become so much greater in strength than they.
“You misunderstand, I do not mean to line the walls of Beta with heads. Much less Arctic’s head. That isn’t and was never my intention. For one that would completely ruin the entire ascetic.” He smiled as he said it and let the Arctic head fall from his hand and it floated down to the floor supported by the metal bar. “I had not meant the head and the spike itself, I had meant the symbol of taking the old king’s head with such ferocity. And by preserving it for histories sake I had not mean strew about the castle walls, rather in a safe somewhere. I have plenty of reasons to be cautious, I returned from the dead after all. That and If you can try and summon souls from a demon’s stomach from kais-know what distance away, who knows what one can do with an intact head in their possession.”
It was not for decoration that he choose to keep the head. Arctic’s time in the public light was over. Ninjin would be known for his own deeds, not known because of the fame of those that he had killed.
Ninjin had grown up living as royalty, to a king that he now understood was evil. Tsyuo would not have hesitated to put heads on spikes and line his castle walls with it. To his father power had meant everything. To Arctic power had meant everything. To Prometheus and Wrath power had meant everything. To those with power, it meant everything. Ninjin’s eyes once more fell upon Arctic’s head. Would he someday become the same way? Had his sister? Had the King of Earth? Power seemed to corrupt. Then again not even the gods could sway Ninjin Hattori, there had been powerful before, but none such as he.
Della turned to look at him with a questioning look. Zasham was making his move in front of them and Prometheus had called out to halt his brother’s attempted reaction. Zasham began to pour himself into the beast as the barrier around the elder Zex brother broke. Then the black inky monster was on top of them both. What happened next was a thing of beauty, and something that few ever get to see in their lives and not experience terror. Zasham absorbed them. Ninjin’s mouth flicked up into a smile at both corners as he felt the Zex’s brother’s energies fade away. The battle for control of Alpha Prime was over, and the one that stood victorious was Zasham. Though that outcome had been foretold as soon as the Super Saiyan had entered the fray.
There was much work to be done, and now there was no one to stand in their way. Well… almost no one. Ninjin too knew of the personalities within William Watson, better than anyone save William Watson himself. With an arm out towards Della he would prevent her from making a move towards the Majin, if she had been so inclined to. There would be another battle taking place. One of wills.
|
|
|
Post by graderr on May 5, 2015 13:10:38 GMT -5
Absorption (Prometheus Zex) - 5,000 PL
Updated PL Lock Zasham: Base-111,042 Pure-666,252 Delashano: Base- 120,225 Efreeti Rage-240,450 Outcast-1,202,250
|
|
|
Post by Lord Zasham on May 5, 2015 23:50:28 GMT -5
Sick satisfaction oozed from every pore of the rubbery black goo. The satisfaction of a hunger fulfilled; or rather, a hunger understood. The bond between brothers is one of the most powerful in existence. Couple that with the fact that the bond shared between the brothers Zex had continually strengthened over centuries made it near strong as katchin. It was a connection so powerful that even death could not break it; instead proving to fortify it further.
As their bodies were subjected to the scientifically enhanced magical process of majin absorption, Zasham sensed no fear. None, as they found strength in one another. Wrath was too mighty to let fear grip him and Prometheus too smart to be manipulated by it, and together they faced death down with gritted teeth. All their excruciating pain was as sweet a taste as any, though even in the ultimate moment of vengeance the technarcana was cheated. Fear, the most delectable of all emotional responses, was noticeably absent, much to his chagrin.
The two amorphous blobs shrank as they slowly ‘digested’ the alien lords, until finally they were no more. All which remained were two equal halves of a dark whole. Then they flew toward one another, as if one positive and the other negative, to opposite forces with an undeniable attraction. In the center of the battlefield they smashed together before plopping to the ground with a squishy thud. There it fluctuated violently, black goo spiking out in all directions as the eternal struggle raged within; though these inner workings were lost on the spectators. As had become tradition upon absorption, there was a rush for control.
Albeit stronger and more evolved, Zasham was still too immature, his mentality too fractured, to maintain control over the body. William Watson again led the charge, backed by Grandmaster Masamune and Lieutenant Tycho, the two having come to understand that the former human was the perfect host to balance the majin’s potential for evil. His heart was that of gold, and even with the darkness constantly creeping at him on every side, he maintained his good nature. Now, however, there were two new contenders, and with them came the backing of Iishavoh and Erlik. The bio-android and makaio both found the combined personalities of Wrath and Prometheus far more appealing to their dark natures.
Before, the weakling Watson had taken control via sheer force of will; the need to help his family empowering him to accomplish anything. But his mother was cured, and his sister and her were safely back on Earth, in the house they had grown up as children. His undying mission was now complete, now his fight was for the good of the universe; he had witnessed firsthand the chaos of Zasham and could not sit idly by and let him unleash hell. The brothers Zex deserved his rampage but the rest of the galaxy certainly did not. Without that driving force however he found himself uncommonly matched by the brother’s bond. Even in death their faith in one another was unshakeable, and that faith, combined with Wrath’s ferocity and Prometheus’ unmatched intelligence, made for a near unstoppable force. An intelligence capable of truly comprehending his insatiable hunger.
Finally the convulsions would stop, leaving a motionless black puddle on the ground. Then a form would rise from the darkness, stopping at nine feet, with broader shoulders than any man. It had no solid shape, instead appearing as the darkness rippling; like a black waterfall cascading down a monstrous creature. Then it would shrink, down only a foot in height though its width would be that of a slender, lithe creature. A moment later it would compress once more, until it took a more common humanoid shape, only six feet in height. After the rubbery waterfall would solidify, finally taking the familiar form of the aged William Watson.
Blinking a few times, he would look down at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time. Then his attention turned to the saiyan and apparent human off to the side. With a gentle grace the man would step over to them, as he lifted a hand to tuck loose hair behind an ear. As the hand fell it would stroke the hair upon his chin while his eyes fell upon the disembodied head. Instinctively he began to feel his mouth moisten; he never had icejin before. Pushing the thought aside he adjusted the tie of his fine black suit as he stopped before the two powers. As his eyes lifted up to Ninjin his hands folded behind his back; left hand holding right wrist.
“Brother, I am glad to see you unharmed. It appears Artic had little to say about relinquishing his position,” he spoke to the King of Beta Major. May the icejin find irony in their new leader having been reborn from a race that they themselves exterminated, he thought. Then the majin turned his gaze upon the woman at his dear friend’s side, his eyes and facial expression betraying nothing as he did. “Hello, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I am Lord Zasham, ruler of Alpha Prime.”
Truly his father’s son.
|
|
|
Post by Delashano on May 8, 2015 17:26:10 GMT -5
Della nodded her head as Ninjin clarified why and how he intended to keep Arctic's head, his initial statement had been quite worrying for Della as for the very reasons she had explained to Ninjin that keeping spiked heads on display was generally not the tactic of a good leader, but Ninjin had no intentions on displaying the head of the fallen leader of Beta but rather intended to keep it to avoid any possible dangers that having it around might pose even citing her own abilities as more reason for why he should take such caution. She could certainly understand his cautionary stance considering how little he knew of what she could do and likely the fact that he had no idea how rare such an ability was, her research indicated that outside of herself and Mister Popo there was no over indication that there were any other genies active in the universe.
"Good to know, you had briefly worried me but your reasons for keeping it are sound, it remains certainly quite morbid of a course of action but it is probably best to not have the remains of a creature as powerful as Arctic out and about especially with creatures like the demon you mentioned active." Della said with a nod as she turned ehr attention back onto the incredibly strange and somewhat disconcerting scene playing out before them. Zasham's power was still melding with the signatures of Wrath and Promethus, it was in some whats slightly less worrying as while they were in a sense melding it was more like Zasham's power was overwhelming and converting the brother's as no matter how much of there power was converted it still felt distinctly like Zasham's power and not a hybridization of the three.
Whatever Zasham was doing however was still quite worrying to Della, his pseudo-merger with the brothers was something she was not familiar with and as such she knew not the effects it could have especially with the fact that Zasham was merging with a more powerful being in the form of Wrath. Was there some chance that this could all go poorly and Wrath could somehow take over Zasham? The inky man clearly was important to Ninjin and there was a very real chance that if the brothers minds were also incorporated into Zasham that one or both could take action against Ninjin using the closeness between them as a chance to strike a fatal blow against him.
As the merger came to a close Zasham began changing shifting his physical form as it took on a more familiar sort of shape, the man he had become was not one Della was familiar with specifically but the type of being he was posing as was, he appeared in all ways like an impeccably dressed human man, the way that Zasham had done his transformation seemed different than Della's own shifting more a property of his inky malleable form, it was quite interesting to see another method of shifting and were she not still worried about the danger Zasham seemed to be taking by incorporating the Zex brothers into himself inquiring on his method of shifting would have been at the top of her list of questions.
The newly reshaped Zasham casually strolled away from the battleground and over to them greeting Ninjin in a friendly and casual manner, likely unsurprising with how easily Ninjin likely defeated Arctic, Zasham was likely quite familiar with Ninjin's level of power, they were quite close from Ninjin's statements. His method of introducing himself to her confirmed something that Della had expected as she had been speaking with Ninjin, Zasham would be taking leadership of Alpha. It was only by her many years of experience keeping her expressions neutral that Della kept herself from rolling her eyes as he declared himself ruler of Alpha. Were it not for Ninjin's arrival things would have likely gone quite differently though ultimately with Ninjin's existence at all if he had not shown up her eventual meeting with him would have been on far less friendly terms.
Without Ninjin she would have joined the fight against the brothers that Zasham had initiated, the time that he would have bought by distracting them allowing her to prepare an attack that would annihilate Wrath quite quickly and with little means of resistance. What exactly would Zasham have done if Della had sought to contest his claim? "A pleasure to meet you Zasham, Ninjin has spoken well of you. Your fight was quite interesting to watch. I am Delashano Mahajenn Headmistress of the Omega Academy" Della cut off the long string of titles that she had attempted to use to match Ninjin's, she felt no necessity to be as competitive now as she had before "From what I understand Promethus did something rather significant to earn your ire, perhaps it is for the best that you arrived before I did. "
|
|
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
|
Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 8, 2015 19:42:41 GMT -5
The battle for Omega was over. Though the actions that had taken place’s effects would be felt across the galaxy, the events themselves had seemed to last for only moments. Arctic was dead and Beta liberated, and with the absorption of Wrath and Zex Alpha Prime was now under Zasham’s control. The next step in their plans was at the beginning stages. Ninjin could feel his revenge coming, building with every moment that passed. Those that had harmed him, those that had hunted after him his entire life would feel his pain. They would burn with it. Where they went afterwards, where Yemma sent them was up to him. He would end their inhabitance in this universe.
The scene in front of them was interesting, the battle of wills taking much quicker than the physical battle. Whereas Zex and Wrath had clearly outmatched Zasham, at least in terms of power, telling the strength of someone’s personality was another matter altogether. Ninjin studied the events in careful thought, as one who watches a lion eat a gazelle might. With their close bond came a lack of secrets between Willie Watson and Ninjin. The horrors that had occurred to one where known to the others, and Ninjin had seen his friend and his… condition. During his time in Heaven he had met the young man known as William Watson, and knew of some of the entities that made him up. Zex and Wrath were nothing if not cunning and powerful. There would be less trust the Saiyan would be able to place in the Majin now, but that did not change things entirely. William Watson was in there. The one that Ninjin knew. Until he was strong enough to take total control, or Ninjin was sure that his friend was the one in total control, he would be watching him like a hawk.
The inky black blob in front of them coalesced into different shapes. First a massive creature much larger than the Saiyan. Then something small and seemingly weak. Then finally the form changed back into one very familiar to Ninjin. William Watson, or the aged form of him. Ninjin smiled as his friend appeared. The battle was over. Whether or not it truly was Willie in control didn’t matter. Regardless of the new strength brought to him by the Zex brothers he was still not on Ninjin’s level of strength. That was one thing he could count on when all else failed. The power that he had gained. Still despite the increased caution towards Willie he was not entirely without faith in his friend.
The Saiyan smiled at his friends words. “Brother”? Perhaps that was a carry-over of Zex and Wrath. Still it did not seem inappropriate all things considered. His blood-brothers were either dead or had betrayed him. Ninjin’s smile grew as his “brother” mentioned Arctic’s head.
“Beta has been freed from tyranny, as too has Alpha Prime.”
As if to emphasis this point Willie turned from Ninjin to address Delashano, Ninjin’s unusual companion. Ninjin could not hide his enjoyment of William claiming the position of Alpha Prime so soon after slaying Zex and Wrath, much as he had with Arctic. There would be none who could attest the claim, none who would have the power to match Ninjin, and therefore Ninjin and Zasham, the leaders of Omega Prime. Ninjin had already lost much, there was no way he was letting anyone take Willie from him. Not when he was much of what Ninjin had left.
Della introduced herself courteously enough, keeping from using as many titles as she had when she had introduced herself to Ninjin, a fact that amused the Saiyan. Would these two get along? As far as Ninjin had gathered Della had been looking to dispose Zex and Wrath and take Omega under her own wing. Where it not for his presence, things likely would have been much different. There was no point standing around asking what-ifs however. Whatever would have happened had he not been there was of no consequence. He had been there. William Watson and Ninjin Hattori had taken over, and Della had agreed to help Ninjin with cleaning the place up, as well as helping him retrieve his son’s soul, if that was indeed something that was possible.
Ninjin looked around at the destruction all around them, and then back towards Arctic’s head.
“There is much to be done if we are to change this place, and the universe, for the better. Arctic and the Zex brothers were just the first step. I will see to Beta. I have much cleaning up to do after Arctic, and I have great plans for the PTO. With the Zex brothers dealt with there are issues that require my immediate attention. There is much to be done to save this place. I leave Alpha Prime to you Brother.” With that Ninjin would turn from the two.
“I expect to see you both again shortly. Come to me with anything you feel needs my attention. I mean anything.”
Ninjin would add the words as he walked towards where the wall of Zex’s mansion once stood, and would wait to see if anyone addressed him before leaving.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Zasham on May 12, 2015 3:01:53 GMT -5
A grin tugged at Ninjin's lips as the new Lord spoke. The words were not ones of courtesy, nor a way of soothing the saiyan's fears that Will remained in control. They were truth. William Watson was dead, he had been from the day Zex decided to play kai with one of the most destructive forces in the universe; majin. The boy's mother and sister remained but they were not his family, not truly. They were his charge and he had done right by them. She was cured and they were both safe back home on Earth. William's soul could finally find peace in Heaven. Yet he remained, a growing collective with a handful of identities, none of which was truly his. Assimilating the brothers Zex had cleared his mind, in a manner of speaking, and though it was Will who had regained control, he could no longer call himself such. Watson was a collection of memories and data now, as he existed in this realm; Zex's endless intellect made that clear. Though he loathed the chaotic power that bubbled beneath, he could no longer deny that he was indeed Zasham.
Like any monster born of magic or science he had no family, only a creator. And like all beings who played kai, his greatest creation was ultimately his ruination. Zasham was not afforded a childhood or a family, love or acceptance. Born of the arcane and twisted by technology, his memories were those stolen from the assimilated, fleeting images of loving and being loved. To intimately understand love yet never experience it for one's self was truly torture of the soul. So he had resolved to form his own family with bonds stronger than the biological, than simply sharing blood. The King of Beta Major had been his friend from the day the then saiyan prince had stepped up to aid him against the shadow demon on the streets of Alpha Prime. Ninjin Hattori had been his brother from the moment they found the Iblisian's son's mutilated and soulless shell and the majin had brought him back from the brink of insanity. Madness was something Zasham had come to know quite well and he could not watch as it swallowed his soul whole.
Ninjin was his brother, his family; proven by the fact that he was aware of the technarcana's internal struggle for control with each new inductee into legion. A creature comprised of mysteries and secrets and yet the saiyan knew them all. A feat to which no other could claim in all the universe. “Beta has been freed from tyranny, as too has Alpha Prime," Ninjin replied, to which Zasham would nod approvingly in return. Yet the cleansing has only yet begun, he thought to himself. Then it was the strange dragon lady's turn to speak; she was no human, that he knew. They were not capable of transformations like that, though he had seen one turn into a birdman during Tundra's invasion. She was difficult to read, but she had secrets, plans, aspirations; they all did. It was no secret what her intentions were when she arrived to Zasham's vengeance however. Killing Zex and leaving the snake that was Alpha Prime without a head would only insure chaos, defeating her previously stated goals.
"A pleasure to meet you Zasham, Ninjin has spoken well of you. Your fight was quite interesting to watch. I am Delashano Mahajenn Headmistress of the Omega Academy, from what I understand Promethus did something rather significant to earn your ire, perhaps it is for the best that you arrived before I did," she replied with practiced precision, giving away little. She was quite refreshing, leagues above most whom called Alpha Prime home. "Ah yes, the one who reformed the arena. I once trained there. Vespasian was a valiant warrior despite being a puppet for Zex, I hope you gave him a warrior's death as befit a gladiator. Regardless, I have heard good things of the Academy," he replied before pausing a moment, assessing the situation. Hiding who he was for so long had made honesty a rare venture, "As for Prometheus, he created a monster. I merely saw to it that witness the fruit of his labors firsthand." Then the King of Beta Major made a moving speech of cleaning up the Omega system; there indeed was much to do. They would be quite busy in the days and weeks to come.
"Of course, I welcome your council, and I extend the same to you, as always," Zasham replied in kind; there was little, if anything, the two did not discuss after all. Then his gaze dropped to the severed head of the deposed King Arctic. "You going to eat that?" the majin added with a coy grin, half-joking. After all, he never had icejin before.
|
|
|
Post by Delashano on May 15, 2015 6:06:12 GMT -5
The distinct lack of understanding of the current situation was perhaps the single most frustrating thing about Della's current situation, she could not in good conscience place anywhere near as much trust in Zasham as she currently placed in Ninjin and even that trust was tenuous at best, she wanted very much to be able to trust Ninjin to be the man he seemed interested in being but she knew so little about Ninjin himself outside of stories told by Akassa and a few vague snippets of information gleamed from her research into saiyans in general. But where Ninjin was giving her every reason to at least attempt to trust that he would be a good man or at least a good leader, Zasham was an entirely different situation.
He was a creature she knew nothing of, not entirely unexpected as while Della had vastly expanded her knowledge of alien species since arriving on Omega there were still many species that did not pass through Omega and just as many who she had no chance to interact with. A neutral point for Zasham, his final assault against the brothers Zex was however the biggest problem she currently had, he had not simply killed them he MERGED with them in a manner she was having a not insignificant amount of trouble understanding making it difficult to understand if he was truly the being known as Zasham, or Promethus, or something between them, only one of those options gave her any particular amount of comfort and frustratinglyall of them seemed quite likely.
In addition to the possibility that the creature before them was not actually the being known as Zasham but whoever he was he held Vespasian in some amount of positive regard, his statements regarding Promethus certainly gave an indication that he was likely either actually Zasham, or some mixture of both Zasham and Promethus that or perhaps it was Promethus simply giving a rather impressive performance. The fact that Ninjin did not seem to register anything particularly wrong was certainly somewhat comforting but while it decreased the likelihood that it was JUST Prometheus in control it did not eliminate the concept of it being a mixture of both minds, capable enough of posing accurately enough to trick Ninjin. Ninjin spoke well of Zasham and his view could very well be skewed so as to ignore any small errors in favor of not wanting to have lost his friend.
"My understanding is that the match was quite thoroughly recorded and is fairly easy to access if one looks for it if you are interested in seeing how the fight occurred, the end is of course cut out as most consider it a bit too morbid to air a live death though I do have that footage myself." No had made sure she had been recording the match herself and had no such qualms recording the final blow "I do not much care if he received a 'proper' death, but I did make it swift once I had finished explaining its necessity." Zasham easily possessed a strength that could have dealt with Vespasian and Della found herself somewhat curious on how strong he had been when Vespasian had trained him.
Della nodded as Ninjin spoke of needing to clean up Omega once again mentioning his 'plans' for the PTO an organization quite well known for it's past and current activities, his final statement about the status of Omega was to confirm that he wanted Zasham in charge of Alpha not particularly surprising all things considered but disconcerting to Della nonetheless with in her mind the still potentially volatile status of Zasham's mind. Perhaps though Ninjin simply chose to trust that Zasham was who he was because he knew that in the event he was wrong the creature posed him no danger, his ascension to Lord of Alpha Prime was primarily on the back of Ninjin's own aid in the battle after all.
"Then with you helming Beta's cleanup, and Zasham taking Alpha, I suppose it best for me to proceed with my plans regardless, I will be lacking the position I sought but it was never necessary for what I wanted to do. I'll be moving the Academy to Belegost itself, it is where the bulk of the population that I originally sought to help resides and those on Alpha who would seek to attend generally will have easier access to the means of transport to Belegost. While you two seek to rebuild Alpha and Beta I will busy myself with Belegost's development and the assurance of a more smooth integration between the people of Omega and the natives ." Della explained her intentions for after the current 'meeting' was resolved, it was a plan she had intended to proceed with even if she had successfully become ruler of Alpha, the Academy would be far better suited to being on Belegost than Alpha. "I am quite eager for our next opportunity to meet Ninjin, I believe there is still quite a lot to talk about that today's brief talk did not give us the time to speak on." Della said giving a small smile to the saiyan, most importantly she needed to see Ninjins position on Akassa, from her understanding Ninjin had been the one intended to succeed his father but his death and Akassa's seizing of the throne had ended that quite thoroughly. Did Ninjin seek his 'rightful' throne still? A war with Akassa was not something Della wanted any part of, the Queen of the Saiyans had become a good friend. The need to choose a side in regards to a Hattori centric conflict was something she intended to avoid at all costs. "And I am quite interested in learning more about you as well Zasham. You are the strongest warrior I have seen other than myself to wield the techniques of the Arena."
|
|
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
|
Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 15, 2015 10:24:07 GMT -5
Ninjin’s mind wandered away as Delashano and Zasham introduced each other and set to talking. There was much to be done, much to be done. Despite what had just happened Ninjin still trusted in Willie Watson. Yes there were now two more personalities to contend within within his own… collective as it were. Ninjin had no clue how any of it worked and didn’t pretend to, but knew of the strength of character after fighting beside Willie, and knew the strength of their own bond. Zex and Wrath may have been blood, but Ninjin and Willie were brothers forged in battle and hardship. That and Ninjin trusted in his own power as well. It was absolute.
Ninjin smiled at his friends return invitation of council. No doubt they would spend long hours in discussion over the future of their own respective kingdoms. Ruling was something that Ninjin was very literally born and bred to do. Leadership swam in his veins and already he had had his hand at being both the high general for the entire Saiyan army and the king of an entire people, The Iblisians. Any question William would have that he could answer he would for his friend, and no doubt vice versa was the case. And anything that neither had the answer to? They would face head on together, as always.
Della began to reveal her plans and Ninjin nodded. To Belegost with her it would be then. Ninjin knew some about the people that lived there, more than most in the galaxy he would surmise, but still little. What he did know was courtesy of the Kinigo lieutenant, Tycho, having been absorbed into Willie Watson’s being. Delashano would find her magical academy at odds with the non-magical and very technology dependent people, but perhaps they had much they could teach each other. Still they were sorely in need of someone to smooth the transition of Beta and Alpha, and with either Willie and himself tied up in their respective space-station’s betterment… Della was perfect.
“It appears we all have our missions then.” Their goals were set. Della and Zasham both expressed interest in conversing further, and Ninjin would smile and nod to both.
“As always brother your council is welcomed and accepted at any time. We will bring a new age to our kingdoms. One of peace. One of protection for our peoples. Let all who try and challenge our might crash upon our walls and find themselves humbled. I mean to keep the head though, to remind myself of where this place has been, and what it’s been through.” With that it floated through the air supported by the metal bar and landed gingerly in the new Emperor’s outstretched hand.
Delashano, I look forward to our next meeting and conversation as well. When we three meet again we shall all hopefully have wonderful tales about the work being done.”
Ninjin walked from them then and took to the air. The mansion had been destroyed all around them so it took little to get outside the building and into the skies of the space-station. He would not linger in Alpha Prime for longer than a second. Beta was waiting. Waiting for the change that it’s new Emperor would bring to it.
The reign of Ninjin Hattori had come.
[Pl please]
|
|
|
Post by Lord Zasham on May 20, 2015 1:01:16 GMT -5
Unblinking, piercing red eyes were set upon Delashano as she spoke, unyielding to the mysteries that lay behind them. She cared little for Vespasian, evident from her words, and she was not without reason. The arena champion had been a harsh, rigid man, as befitting a gladiator; when first they met, he had pummeled Willie like a ragdoll. Despite his numerous character flaws, Watson had come to respect the man in the months of training which followed. When Ninjin made his speech, before Zasham returned the offer of council, he had wirelessly connected to the station’s servers and began watching the feed of Delashano’s ascension to arena master. People, their gadgets, and their streaming; he must have found five different videos. The multiple angles formed a near three dimensional recreation of the battle in his mind. It was strange to see Vespasian handled in such a way though it spoke to her power.
Then she spoke once more, her lips delivering the obvious truth behind her presence and her apparent plans to follow. The untrusting kinigos welcoming a stranger toting strange powers? Doubtful as things stood. It had taken quite some convincing to get them to agree to Gamma City being built to replace their spaceport, which had been heavily damaged following the insurgence Man and he quelled months ago. "Yes, perhaps that would be ideal; your presence would surely help maintain order in Gamma City. As for the kinigos, I shall speak with the Elders, to assert your position as an ambassador between the surface and Agartha,” Zasham stated coolly, hands still casually clasped behind his back. He held considerable sway with them, considering they knew he was Tycho, the lieutenant who had faithfully served the Great Hunter, Lord Arpatiko. Much like Delashano, they did not fully understand what he had become, only that the lieutenant was still in there. It also helped that he had killed the Fallen, who had attempted a coup of Belegost upon the Church’s demise.
“If you require any assistance relocating your academy feel free to let me know and my men will gladly lend a hand,” he added, referring to the organization Zexus, of which Watson too had been an Agent of until moments ago. Something he inherited with the title of Lord of Alpha Prime, thanks to Prometheus’ memories, less they desire a similar fate. Belegost would soon blossom, for each seemed to have their own plans for the planet’s future. Zasham knew it was Ninjin’s hope to begin the rebirth of the PTO by renewing the wasteland planet to its past grandeur, while Zasham himself desired to raise the kinigo people themselves up from the mines and return them to their former glory. Delashano’s work bridging the cultural gap too would be integral to Belegost’s future. After speaking Ninjin, she again turned to the sharp dressed man.
Know more about him? A tough prospect considering his life had been a collective of secrets up to this point. “As I would about you, Headmistress; perhaps in the near future we can swap tales, I find we magical creatures tend to have the best ones,” the young man replied with a gentle grin. He saw no harm in telling her some of his story, though obviously certain parts would remain privileged information between the rulers of the Omega System. Some habits die hard. A moment later Beta’s new King would say his farewell, though he did not find the comment of Arctic’s head as amusing as the majin had hoped. With his exit Zasham raised a hand to wave him goodbye, “Until we speak again, brother.” Of course he would seem him shortly, the distance between the two stations meaningless to a creature who could survive in the vacuum of space indefinitely.
Turning back to the apparent human woman, the technarcana smiled graciously. “If you'd excuse me, I too must get to work; Monarch Heights is in need of being rebuilt. Once all is settled in our respective houses though I look forward to continuing our conversation,” the Lord of Alpha Prime stated. He would return to the common stance, hands tucked behind, right hand grasping his left wrist, and remain as such until Delashano made her exit and he felt her signature wane. Once she was gone he would turn and survey what remained of the wealthy estates. Wrath’s stray beams had leveled nearly every building in site, though none were quite so thoroughly demolished as Zex’s former home. Strolling around, he felt a nightmarish déjà vu, as Prometheus’ memories conflicted heavily with what lay before his eyes.
It was like seeing an illusion overlaying the truth. He saw specters of the fine furnishings imported from countless worlds and ghosts of the tapestries and art which once adorned the walls. Looking up he could see the sky; all five floors having been completely devastated. Even the servants’ quarters were gone, the whole building turned to smoldering rubble. At his feet were the tattered shreds of what was once a rug made from the skin of a fearsome beast. The balcony too was history, the once magnificent garden it overlooked now filled only with smoking brush. As he moved amongst the rubble, he clicked his tongue in disappointment. Within him it brought Zex great displeasure to see all the trinkets and bobbles he had collected over the many years now quite literally dust in the wind. Good, Zasham thought with a wicked grin. Finally he paused at the center of it all, at the pinnacle of Alpha Prime.
There he looked up at Belegost in far the distance and clicked his tongue once. Despite everything that had happened, despite all the beings which now comprised the technarcana, Zasham still knew Alpha Prime, and only Alpha Prime, as his true home. Very few could ever truly call the hallowed out asteroid their home. It was the farthest thing from a good place for rearing children. It was a haven for criminals, terrorists, and malcontents alike; but not for long. It was his home and now it was truly his; the monster now ruled Alpha Prime.
Like father, like son indeed.
[Exit. PL.]
|
|
|
Post by Delashano on May 20, 2015 22:26:28 GMT -5
"The relocation should be a simple enough matter, it has been in the works since I learned that the bulk of Gamma's population would be moved to Belegost. The Academy is almost entiely a construct of my own energy it moves at my will though due to the scale and for safety it will take time. But I thank you for the offer none the less." Della said giving a nod, the plans had originally accounted for the idea that the move would not necessarily be needed for a little while longer, the time necessary for Della to acclimate to her new position but moving up the departure of the Academy would pose no significant risks as there were no new responsibilities for Della to undertake.
Della was quite hopeful that this version of Zasham was not a dangerous one, he was at the very least taking great pains to come off as a positive force for Alpha now, offering aid where possible both in the moving of the Academy and in ensuring that she could more easily act as an ambassador between the surface of Belegost and Agartha. Hopefully her earlier worries were just the result of a bit of paranoia, time would ultimately be the true deciding factor in what exactly Zasham was now that he had melded with Promethus and Zex and wielded the power that came with being Lord of Alpha Prime.
The little bit about himself that he revealed was particularly interesting, referring to himself as magical as well as identifying her as a magical being as well. For now though Della knew it best not to try to question him further, they all had quite a bit of work ahead of them to make Omega a better place, personal discussions could wait for the time being. Della offered a curious raise of the eyebrow to show Zasham that she most certainly would seek answered about his statement at some point but with Ninjin's departure Della knew it was likely best for her to do the same.
"I wish you luck in your efforts then, I hope you can do for Alpha what Promethus could not." Della said offering a small yet friendly smile to the new Lord of Alpha before making her departure taking a similar route as Ninjin had through the wreckage of the mansion before finally taking to the sky, there was now an almost eerie calm to Alpha Prime as Della flew in the direction of the Academy quickly departing Monarch Heights.
Once she was outside of Monarch Heights Della heard the familiar hum of her ear mounted communicator coming to life, her primary means of conversing with No while outside of the Academy's grounds the device had been powered down shortly after Della had left the Academy on the off chance that Promethus had some means of tracking its signal, no need to give him any more forewarning than necessary. Now though it was safe to have active. "Del? How'd it go? Im guessing well since you're alive" No's voice chipped over the communicator surprisingly enough sounding far less chipper than Della would have expected all things considered. "Well enough, Promethus and Wrath are dead, but it was not by my hand. The new leader of Beta ensured that another took the seat of Lord of Alpha but if things remain as they are this should be a good thing for Omega as a whole. Is something wrong?"
There was a long pause one that forced a significant increase in Della's flight speed as she knew something had to be VERY wrong to give No pause "A little while after you went after Promethus I received a signal intended for the Academy, but more specifically for you it originated from a unknown source so I did some quick digging and found that it belongs to Itan Farth, one of Saito's students. The signal was.. well its a distress signal so I did some digging and it looks like the Earths being invaded, there is a fleet of ships in orbit and some pretty heavy stuff going on on the surface as well." No said nervously her words immediately lighting a fire within Della.
Someone was foolish enough to attack her HOME, and they would pay quite dearly, no amount of ships would hinder her nor any sort of invading force. "But... that's.. that's not the really bad part Del.. The ships are well.. there saiyan ships, millitary grade. " Della felt her heart sink as No spoke her determined expression shifting to confusion and then anger as she silenced her communicator so her roar of fury would not be sent over to No "Ready the Oshtur No." Della growled over the comm as she took off once again.
[Exiting, PL please]
|
|
|
Post by graderr on May 25, 2015 23:11:34 GMT -5
Zasham - 7,159 pl Delashano - 7,645 pl Ninjin - 5,640 pl
|
|