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Friend or Foe?; War PSaga
Topic Started: Jun 24 2014, 02:52 AM (225 Views)
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“Keep her straight, Koga!” called the pirate captain as he struggled to make his way aft. For some reason, the Kelioux Empire had taken offense to repeated raids against poorly guarded convoys and had started interdicting the star lanes. The Shadow had been dragged from dark-space en route to a routine meeting and the triumvirate known as the Galactic Ascendency found themselves taking on a capital class vessel. Gokua needed to make his way aft to find out what in all nine frozen hells Bee was doing to their shield generators.

“Bee!” he yelled, not quite losing his cool but definitely not feeling comfortable with the present situation.
“What!?” she yelled back, her voice disproportionately louder as a way for her to communicate that she didn’t appreciate being called in such a way.
“What’s the status of the shield generator?”
“The motivator on the primary generator has malfunctioned,” she called back, fully aware that the pirate captain wouldn’t have a clue what she was talking about.
“In galactic standard basic?”
“Its fraked. Secondary motivators won’t last much longer either.”
“Well find something that motivates them then!”
“Ha fraking ha, boss.”

It was then that something truly strange happened. The constant hammering of energy weapons against the Shadow’s shields ceased. The pirate captain exchanged a glance with his second in command before both turned and dashed to the cockpit in unison.

“Boss,” called Koga as the duo was halfway to him, “you might want to have a look at this.”
“On my way,” replied Gokua.

When the captain arrived in the cockpit, he was rendered speechless by the sight that befell his eyes. The trio of capital ships was in the middle of exploding into massive fireballs.

“What the hell did you shoot them with?” asked Gokua, knowing full weapon that his ship didn’t carry the sort of armament that could accomplish such an explosion.
“It wasn’t me; look!”

Gokua did look, but he didn’t believe what he saw. Thousands upon thousands of tiny drones formed into a single large capital ship that jumped to dark space as soon as it was complete.

“What in all eight corners of the galaxy was that?”
“The Steel Legion.”
“Come again?”
“The Steel Legion. Think PTO with ‘droids instead of enslaved alien races.”

Gokua gave a snort of laughter. All three were under the regular employ of the Planet Trade Organisation, but could never resist an opportunity for bagging out the uptight, murderous race that paid the bills. Some would think it strange that half of the surviving Herans would support the very people who ended their race, but those people wouldn’t know the whole story. Gokua and his offsiders had been outlaws. When the Planet Trade Organisation came a-calling, they had answered. They were sprung from their orbital prison and used to sew dissent amongst the populace that eventually ended in the rebellion that tore apart the entire civilisation. When the Planet Trade Organisation eventually came back, the overseers were actually happy to see them. Such idiocy deserved distinction and the title of the Last of the Herans sat particularly well with the space pirate captain.

“So uh, what now, boss?” asked Koga, trying to get the situation back to some sort of framework that he could understand.

“Where’s that vessel heading? Hell, where are we?”
“No man’s land. See those star clusters?” replied Koga, pointing at a group of brightly shining groups of stars.
“Yeah.”
“That’s the core. We’re in the galactic centre north west. Based on their trajectory, there’s only two places that ship could be going.”
“Do tell,” replied Gokua sardonically, not liking the air of mystical indulgence that Koga had adopted.
“Maverick, which I doubt, or Avalon.”
“Avalon. Hmm. It would make sense that they would hit the seat of Protectorate power.”
“I agree; I’m guessing that’s where we’re headed.”
“You’re smart for a Heran, anybody ever tell you that?”
“Funny.”

Gokua left the cockpit at this point. He knew that his brother didn’t like people looking over his shoulder while he was flying. Rather than seek out the company of one of the last remaining female members of his race, as perhaps would most pirate captains, Gokua instead sought his pet, Mittens. He had a strange feeling about what was coming on Avalon: a sense of foreboding like he was walking into a trap. He shook his head, remembering the transmission that had come from Earth upon Kasumi’s demise. Such a thing shouldn’t have been possible; her new body was almost indestructible. Gokua knew the beings responsible too: Saiyans. They were more concerned with being the power in the universe that they didn’t stop to think about who they were hurting in the process. The pirate captain was a lot of things, but he didn’t include genocide among his list of accomplishments in the way that the rest of the galaxy seemed to want to do to the Steel Legion. What was it that made them such a hated enemy? Was it that they were winning? This was why he was hesitant to reactive his General’s status. The Planet Trade Organisation had, for the first time in their history, come to an armistice agreement with the Saiyans. Why in the hell would they do that? Did they truly fear this new mechanical foe? Gokua shook his head, scratching Mittens behind the collar in the way the reptilian beast liked. He was travelling to Avalon in order to ascertain the threat that this group posed to the Ascendency. Whoever posed the truest threat would be the one that Gokua would take down, armistice or no.

Gokua forgot all about his misgivings once he landed, such was the nature of the atmosphere on Avalon. Despite making early inroads, the Legion was being kept at bay by the tireless efforts of the coalition forces. His status as a General allowed Gokua access to monitoring facilities and thus he saw what was truly going on. One particular blip caught his eye and it was this blip that he sought to investigate by touching base with the local coalition forces.

"Good morning, General. Do you know what’s been going on here?"
"The war?"
"In a manner of speaking, but what I am talking about is this area in particular."
"It doesn’t seem to be the front lines."
"No," mused the commander, "but we’ve been getting some strange readings and suspect a Steel Legion base."
"Steel Legion? Are we pushing them back?"
"So we thought. But there are strange reports from people on the ground on Earth that are being emulated here. Whatever is happening, it is related to the imminent end of the war somehow."
"Say what?"
"I'll start from the beginning. The Legion appeared a couple of weeks ago and swept apart the outer defences like they were nothing. The surprise was total, but we managed to resist their advance somewhat and now we’ve managed to keep them back. Now we're fighting a war that we don't have the resources for and he haven't as yet made any inroads against the Steel Legions because their technology is far better than ours. An attack on this compound at this point would be a suicide mission with no chance of success, if of course it is actually a Legion facility."
"Why don't you use instant transmission to get into the Steel Legion compound? That way you wouldn't need to go through their defenses."
"Instant transmission?"
“You’ve never heard of instant transmission? It allows a person to instantly move from one place to another. Surely you’ve heard of it? Half the galaxy has it by now.
"Do I look like someone who would joke about something like that? Come with me."

Confused about the dangerous lack of knowledge to the point where his mind was somewhat stupefied, Gokua had little choice but to follow the commander to what looked like a briefing room. He was ushered inside and told to sit and wait for the other commanders. As he waited, Gokua heard raised voices from outside the room. After several minutes of unintelligible arguments, three humans burst into the room.

"Gokua, do you swear that you are telling the truth about all of this?"
"I do."
"Say it."
"I swear I’m not making up my ability to use instant transmission."
"Good. The reason we have gotten you here is that you present a unique opportunity to make a decisive strike that will end this war in our favour and stop the pointless killing of the innocent earthlings. You will lead a strike team into the heart of the Steel Legion fortress using your Instant Transmission. There you will destroy the main reactor, which should destroy not only the fortress itself, but also cut the power from all of their static energy defence emplacements. Your secondary objective will be to find and retrieve an energy particle superweapon that we believe them to have developed. Do you have any questions?"

Gokua shook his head. It sounded as simple as a mission that he had done for the Star Wolves a few years back. He was yet to meet the strike team and couldn’t help but thing that he would prefer to use Ascendency resources for this particular mission. It didn’t seem like he was in a position to insist, however.

Several minutes passed in silence before a knock on the door interrupted what could have potentially been a very troubling period of time for Gokua. Not knowing the protocol of interactions within this particular group, he didn't want to insist on using his own people for fear of having the opportunity taken away from him. What better way to investigate the legion than to infiltrate one of their secret fortresses. As it turned out, the new arrivals were his ready-made strike team, though when he saw who they were he started rethinking his decision to keep his mouth shut.

Acutely aware that he was committed now, Gokua listened as the trio was introduced. The purple haired, very attractive, human-looking girl on the left was Hayley, the battle-scarred brute of a Saiyan in the middle was Vocado and the slender but yet still muscular Saiyan woman was Cauli. As the commander started listing the accomplishments of each, Gokua was surprised to learn that Hayley was an android who had been created by the Steel Legion but reprogrammed by the Saiyans. She appeared to be uneasy with this characterisation and Gokua made a mental note to ask her about her discomfort at a later date.

Vocado was unsurprisingly the highest ranked soldier out of the group and was a veteran of several battles against the Steel Legion. The seemingly more reserved of the three, Cauli had recently arrived with a squad of reinforcements from Valhalla. Unlike the other Saiyans that Gokua had seen thus far, Cauli chose to keep her tail unfurled rather than around the waist as seemed to be the custom. It was with interest that Gokua noted her power level to be higher than everyone else's in the room with the exception of Gokua himself, though he could sense nothing within the android, Hayley.

Now that they had introduced Gokua to his team, the commanders gave the group a vague wish of good luck before depositing a dossier on the table and exiting the room rather abruptly. As soon as they were gone, Hayley started speaking.

"I'm not an android," she said, disapproval evident in her every syllable, "I'm a human, but I was made into a cyborg by the Steel Legion. They didn't reprogram me, they removed the computer bits from my brain so that I can function normally again without having to follow their orders."
"Fair enough," replied Gokua, "you will get no judgement from me, I assure you."

Out of the corner of his eye, Gokua noticed that Cauli was rolling her eyes at the attractive human girl, but that could have been feminine competitiveness in play rather than any sort of legitimate hostility. Then again, it could also be classic Saiyan prejudice against everyone and everything else that wasn’t their own brutal kin. Rather than pursue the matter, Gokua elected to ignore the slight on the cyborg human. In order to cover up any uncomfortable silence, Gokua floated over to the dossier and started reading through it. There wasn't much to it and by far the most interesting piece of information was a surprisingly detailed map of the best route to the Steel Legion command centre.

At the behest of the commanders, who apparently wanted the mission to commence sooner rather than later, Gokua lead the way out of the base. Given their haste, he couldn’t help but wonder what they were planning on doing if he hadn’t decided to come. He requested that the group suppress their power levels in order to avoid the scouters that would surely be employed by the Steel Legion, and hoped they hadn’t managed to get their hands on any sort of Damaskian or Avalon tech. This mean that they had to walk instead of fly, lest the power output be detected and their progress halted before the mission had even started properly. Since the walking took much longer than flying would have, Gokua had the chance to get to know his team members privately instead of having to rely on what was written on their records.

His first point of contact, owing in no small part to his libido, was Hayley.

"I hope you don't think that I am being nosy," he began, "but I am failing to see why the Steel Legion would bother turning you into an android. Their motives obviously do not involve any libidinal reasoning and what I have learned thus far has lead me to believe that they would rather kill you than turn you."
Hayley looked surprised at his candour, which was to be expected, "are you saying that you think I'm attractive?"
Gokua was hardly surprised at her selective attention, "I am saying that you possess all of the necessary traits to be considered attractive by both my kind and yours, yes. But that is not my question. What I am asking is why they changed you."
"Right," she said, her tone slightly injured by his apparent disinterest, "the point was that humans are generally accepted into Saiyan bunkers and strongholds with very little in the way of screening. They were hoping that I would get inside and be able to take them out from within. It was pretty much a Hail Mary play but was far from their only hope. From what I could tell, their current strategy is to outlast the Saiyan presence but that strategy is doomed to fail because the Saiyans are sending reinforcements."
"I must say that their caring attitude surprises me," replied Gokua, "from what know of Saiyans, their apathy towards anything except each other is something of a strength that cannot be exploited by their enemies. This care that they show towards the humans seems to be an easily exploited weakness that is beneath them."
"You speak as though you know them."
"I have experience with Saiyans, both good and bad. Most recently I lost a friend to a group of them, so you’ll have to forgive me for being a little hostile towards them at the moment."
"I understand. Was this friend in the Legion?"
“Yes.”

Gokua seriously doubted that she did, but used it as a termination of the conversation for the moment. He wanted to continue on to the other members of his team in order to get to know them in a way that would facilitate better strategizing between them. Next in the line was Vocado and Gokua fell into step beside him once he let Hayley get something of a lead. Given her somewhat artificial nature, Gokua thought it wise to let her guide them to their destination. Her memory had to be better because it would have been enhanced by the Steel Legion. As it turned out, Vocado was perfectly willing to start the conversation.

"Have you ever fought the Steel Legion before?" he asked.
"Not recently," replied Gokua, "I thought they were on our side."
"We all did, but they used that time to their advantage. They have weapons that you can scarcely comprehend."
"Are you saying that you don't think we can win?"
"I'm saying that an alien, two Saiyans and an android can't beat the Steel Legion so easily."
"It is a sound strategy and what happened to the legendary Saiyan swagger? The never say die attitude even in the face of overwhelming odds? Your entire race exists because of your ouzaru transformation against the odds."
"It was a one in a million chance."
"I thought that’s what Saiyans lived for. Oorah, the Saiyans are coming and all that other crap."
"You're delusional."

Again, Gokua recognised the dismissal. He briefly flirted with the idea that he should smack the sooky little bitch around a little bit but decided that it would be bad for morale if the "veteran" was seen to be dominated by the newcomer. It also raised the risk that their power output would be detected by the Steel Legion. Having no choice but to let the anti-Saiyan, pro-Steel Legion sentiment slide, Gokua slowed again in order to fall into step with Cauli.

"You know," she began as he approached, "you could always just kill him."
"He might be useful. Besides, I just got here; I don’t want to kill one of my own troops right after I get them."
"I'll do it then. I’ve been here for a while."
"So you're the evil one, then?"
"Evil is such a harsh word. I prefer to think of myself as open to suggestion regarding the whole killing people thing. Its not like I'm going to go on a rampage, but you can better your green ass that I would kill someone if they provoke me as he just did to you."
"Then it sounds like you are a good person to have on my side."
"Don't be so quick to jump into my corner. I don't think you'd agree with my method for winning this war."
"What would that method be?"
"Destroy the planet. It would solve the weakness that involves having to protect these pathetic humans and it would end the Steel Legion threat."
"Now that's the Saiyan attitude that I've read about," laughed Gokua, "but you are correct. I don't support destroying the humans for our own purposes. I trust that you wouldn't go ahead and do that anyway without authorisation."
"Of course not. I follow the rules, unlike some people I know."

For the third time in three conversations, the second person decided when the communication should end. It wasn't a problem for Gokua, but he did think that not being able to end the conversation himself was a reflection on his conversation style and not necessarily a good one. Nevertheless, he had all of the information that he needed and he knew who he needed to keep an eye on. Vocado was troubling; the Saiyan had too much respect for the Steel Legion, almost to the point of revering them and such an attitude could cause problems if the situation deteriorated. As the group approached the kill zone around the fortified perimeter of the alleged Steel Legion command centre what little conversation there was died down immediately. They took cover in order to observe the situation.

It was at this point that Gokua understood Vocado's position more, even if he still didn't like it. The Steel Legion command centre was a fortress, fortified beyond what was practical with energy particle weapons that wouldn't bounce off super-powered fighters like bullets did. Even before Gokua could come up with a strategy for sneaking past, he felt seven power levels spike in their immediate vicinity. At once, the command centre went on alert, the guns focusing on a point several hundred metres to Gokua’s right. As he watched, a team of changelings emerged from cover and charged the perimeter. The first member of the group was also the first to die and fell less than a metre from the laying up position with a smoking hole in his chest. The rest fared little better, making it three, five, six, seven, nine and ten metres closer to the command centre respectively. With their smaller numbers, Gokua’s team stood even less of a chance of succeeding in a similar attack.

"Okay, we're not going to do it that way," he said with a wry smile, "wait here and observe, I'm going to scout the perimeter and see if there are any weak points."
"There won't be," muttered Vocado as Gokua vanished through an invisible hole in space-time.

He appeared on the far side of the complex, but knew right away that sneaking along the ground wasn't going to work. As he peered through binoculars, Gokua could make out several different types of scanners being pointed at the kill zone and knew that suppressing their power levels wouldn't make them invisible to infra-red scanners or life signs detectors. He tried a different tactic, using his senses to find an area devoid of energy signatures and teleporting to that. When he arrived, he found that it was a ventilation system and that he was unseen at the present moment. As he watched through the vents, he saw several things that made him question the possibility of succeeding at this mission before teleporting back to Vocado's ki signature, which was at about the level of a weak human or an animal instead of being completely hidden.

Rather than mince words and tell the team that if they gave their best, anything was possible, Gokua elected to tell them straight.

"Well," he began, "sneaking in through the front or sides, as you all saw is impossible. Once we overcome that and get inside, its even more impossible to sneak around because of roving patrols by security camera robots. I couldn't find the power core or the superweapon in the brief moment that I was inside."
"It can't be done," said Vocado immediately, "we should abort the mission."
"Of course it can be done, just not the way command ordered it," said Cauli, "if we all launch a finishing move at the command centre from each side it should be enough to overwhelm the defences and detonate the superweapon."
"Or we could not commit genocide and instead just read the intelligence report and use our heads instead of our cowardice or our muscles," interjected Hayley.
"Are you calling me a coward?" Vocado began.
"What did you have in mind," said Gokua, cutting across what was sure to be a winey rant.
"Both the power core and the superweapon use energy particles. Why don't we try and sense the two places where the energy is focused the most. Once we have found them, we can teleport to them without needing to blunder about inside."
"Won't work. The Steel Legion will expect it," said Vocado.
"Its too risky and I cannot sense energy," said Cauli, agreeing with Vocado.
"I like it," said Gokua, "Vocado, can you sense energy signatures?"
"No, which is why…"
"Well I can and I know Hayley can," said Gokua, cutting across another long-winded sook.

Without further delay Gokua and Hayley immediately cast their senses, or in her case scanners, towards the command centre. It was harder than Gokua had expected because of the vast reliance of the Steel Legion on technology. It seemed that everything had an energy signature. Rather than examine every signature individually, Gokua looked for the highest concentration and quickly struck gold. There were two such concentrations, one of which was connected to a diffuse presence throughout the complex which had to be the power core. A quick glance at Hayley told him that she too had located both items.

"Okay," said Gokua, "here's the plan. I will teleport Hayley and I into the facility to get the superweapon. Once we have it in our possession I will teleport both of us back out and then return to blow up the power core. Vocado and Cauli, you will work together with Hayley to keep away any Steel Legions that try to steal their weapon back. When I have returned we will move on to the armada. Any questions?"
"Yeah, why don't I get to take part in the real fighting?" asked Vocado.
"Because you're a whiney little bitch and I don't like you," replied Gokua, much to the amusement of Cauli, who seemed to approve of his treatment of Vocado.
"Okay, Hayley give me your hand."

Once he was in contact with Hayley, Gokua sought out the location of the superweapon using his special senses. Once he found it again, he and Hayley disappeared into an artificial space-time hole and reappeared less than a moment later next to the superweapon. There was a scientist in the room with them, but he had his back turned. Silently and motioning to Hayley to be quiet, Gokua crept across the room to the case that held the superweapon. It was surprisingly portable considering the immense destructive power that it contained and Gokua had no trouble hefting it as he reached for Hayley's hand again. As quickly as they had arrived, the duo were back at the clearing and Gokua had left the superweapon in Hayley's grasp. With a casual salute, Gokua disappeared again and reappeared in the power core. As he floated above the core, Gokua powered up and released the suppression upon his ki. Before the cannons could turn to him and riddle him with particle fire, he finished forming his Revenge Death Ball and used instant transmission to return to the clearing as the command centre erupted around him.

Back in the clearing, Gokua was greeted with an explosion as a pink blast hit Vocado square in the face. The Saiyan was killed instantly and dropped the case that he was holding.

"Hang on a second," said Gokua, confused, "why does he have the case?"
"He is a Steel Legion spy," replied Cauli, who appeared to be the origin of the pink death beam.
"Hayley?"
"Is fine," replied Cauli, "just a little dazed because he hit her from behind when she turned to look at the explosion. Nice work with that, by the way, the command centre is rubble. Shall we head to the armada?"
"Yeah," replied Gokua, "before anything else goes wrong."

Both women put a hand on Gokua’s shoulders as he held the superweapon and used instant transmission to teleport them to the flagship of the legion armada. Cauli let loose another death beam as the captain of the ship started to transform and subsequently fired off regular atomic blasts in order to keep the changelings at bay while Gokua set the timer on the weapon. He joined her in blowing apart changeling warriors as the timer ticked inexplicably down. As it reached one second, Gokua grabbed both women and teleported them back to the planet's surface in time to watch as the explosion ripped through the unsuspecting changeling fleet. It was with no small amount of satisfaction that Gokua reflected on his victory.

When Gokua, Hayley and Cauli arrived back at the Saiyan Strategic Command Headquarters they were given a hero's homecoming. Saiyans and humans stood side by side along the entrance to the headquarters itself and Gokua was more than a little troubled by the fact that this was supposed to be a secret mission. He nevertheless couldn't help but smile at how much the other two seemed to be enjoying it.

They were lead into a debriefing room where the commanders who set the task were waiting for them. Gokua could see in their expressions that they were silently counting to three and wondering where the fourth members of the team was. As his compatriots took their seats, Gokua elected to remain standing, partly to make a point but also because he would barely be able to see above the table.

"Do you have something to say, Gokua?" asked the highest ranking commander.
"You sent me on a dangerous, deep cover mission with a Steel Legion spy."
"We had no way of knowing that he was a sympathiser."
"Did you happen to try listening to the guy talk for five minutes? We had barely left the palace and I already knew that he held a strange sort of reverence for their kind. Had I not left Cauli and he behind during most of the actual mission, the three of us and everyone else on this planet could be dead right now."
"It is not your place to question our decisions. You are a hero to the people here, Gokua, so I will let you get away with your insubordination this time. I would like a full report on the incident as well as the mission itself on my desk by Monday. Is that understood?"
"Don't hold your breath," replied Gokua, before turning and walking away. He couldn't believe the stubbornness of these people.
"Gokua!" called Hayley as she and Cauli emerged from the briefing room, "wait. Why didn't you tell us that you were going to go off at the generals. We would have liked to present a united front."
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't know until I saw them that I was actually angry about it. It hadn't occurred to me before then that they shouldn't have known better, I was still just happy that you two made it in one piece."
"I understand. What are you doing now?"
"I don't know. I was thinking I might find a bar somewhere and get a drink."
"Would they serve an alien?"
"Probably not," replied Gokua with a sigh.
"That's what I thought. I have a penthouse apartment near where we just operated and now that the Steel Legion are gone, we can return there."
"Sounds great," replied Gokua.

Half an hour later, owing in no small part to Gokua’s instant transmission, the trio landed on the balcony of Hayley's apartment. Once they finally got inside, Hayley took it upon herself to mix the trio up a series of cocktails while Cauli and Gokua watched their triumphant homecoming on the television. It seemed that this night was heading towards a certain conclusion, but Gokua didn’t want to jinx it. Apparently just thinking the word was enough, however as a hologram appeared in front of him that changed everything.

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“Help me, General Gokua, you’re my only hope.”
“Say what? Who the frak are you?”

All in all, it wasn’t one of Bebi’s more successful introductions. Some time ago, he had possessed the body of an iron warrior. He didn’t understand what that term meant until another iron warrior had arrived on Avalon. The lightning-bolt had set off inside his mind and it had taken several moments for Bebi to realise what was happening. This individual, General Gokua, was not among the actives anymore and had progressed to become one of the golden company instead. Nevertheless, the bonds of the iron warriors were strong and Bebi had the mark by vestige of his possession of another.

“I am iron-clad.”
“What? Get off me,” said the General, pushing one of his female visitors away from him, “can they even see you?”
“I’m trying to ignore him,” said one of the girls.
“Yeah, I don’t mean to be rude to a brother, but we’re kind of in the middle of something. We did just save the planet.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” responded Bebi, “you raided a weapons locker. All Legion facilities have that level of security. Did you bother to research other locations to work that out?”
“Come again?”
“I am currently working with the Steel Legion, since you organics decided that every single robot in the galaxy was public enemy number one the moment Unit 5000 declared his crusade. We are fully aware of the destruction of one of our facilities, but it amounts to exactly nothing in the war effort. There will be a few dozen less bombs dropped, but there wasn’t even a control unit on station. If there was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Why are you here? You said you were iron-clad.”
“Yes. I need you to do me a favour. I have just received an upgrade from a craftsman on the planet and his position has fallen under attack. I require you to extract him.”
“Why can’t you do it?”
“I’m busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Robot stuff.”
“I’m busy too; you’re the enemy, why would I help you.”
“Because I’m not actually the enemy? The Cosmic Empire is the enemy. The Saiyans are the enemy. Hell, Avalon has been its own worst enemy thus far; why do you think the Steel Legion mobilised in the first place? We are what Avalon needs to be to secure the Protectorate for the future.”
“You know,” said the General, looking at his companions, “he’s not really wrong there.”
“The Saiyans are the enemy?” questioned one, who was obviously a Saiyan herself.
“Vocado,” replied the General.
“Was a Legion spy,” retorted the Saiyan, “which makes him less the enemy than I am, because I still work for the Empire, if you believe what this robot is saying.”
“He’s iron-clad.”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
“And old alliance. Scattered through the war, but whose bonds are stronger than iron. Hence the name.”
“Iron isn’t that strong.”
“It’s a figure of speech.”
“Its stupid.”
“Most figures of speech are.”
“So you’re leaving us to go and help some robot from the other side?”
“No, by the sounds of it, I am going to assist a master craftsman escape from the war.”
“That’s about the strength of it,” interjected Bebi.
“Fine, we’re coming then. And then we’re coming back here.”
“I would have it no other way.”

Bebi rolled his eyes and transmitted the pertinent data to the human’s scouter. While the alien was dealing with getting Archergard to safety, he could undertake the mission that had just been transmitted to him. He couldn’t feel bad about deceiving a fellow iron-clad; he wasn’t even properly one of them. Though after this incident, being a part of a team of people who would drop everything to help one-another didn’t seem like a bad deal. It would certainly help to prevent Saiyan-oriented cluster fucks from becoming a frequent occurrence.

Data file received. Initialising…

Melinda Kale was halfway to being an orphan seven months before she was born and around the same time her mother was breaking the news to her government official father. Not wanting an illegitimate child to ruin his reputation, Melinda’s father split and paid her mother a substantial sum of money to keep her mouth shut about the baby’s paternity. Her mother accepted the money, planning on putting it away to fund Melinda’s college tuition fees. Any plans were dealt a fatal blow when a clot that formed during Melinda’s birth broke free and lodged in her brain, causing a fatal aneurysm.

Melinda stayed in the hospital until she was stabilised, at which point she was transferred to the Sandy Palms orphanage. It was the sisters at the orphanage who named her Melinda after her mother. She was at the orphanage for just over five years, during which time nobody showed the slightest bit of interest in the charming, affectionate little girl. This changed a month and a half after her fifth birthday, when she was adopted by a geneticist by the name of Jackson Carter.

Melinda was home schooled seven days a week from that point on, completing the first through ninth grades of school in just five years. Carter was a hard taskmaster, but young Melinda loved the attention and excelled at these studies. By the time she turned ten she had completed the same amount of schooling as people four years her senior. During this time, she rarely left the house and spent a minimum of twelve hours a day on her schoolwork.

After her tenth birthday, Melinda’s coursework was scaled back considerably to just four days per week. It was a vacation compared to previous years but the extra three days were filled with training. Up until her eleventh birthday, Melinda was training for and competing in triathlons with other girls her age. She won every competition she entered and experienced friendships with people her own age for the first time since she left the orphanage. She continued competing in triathlons, but her physical training was stepped up a notch with the introduction of Muay Thai Kickboxing. This formula of four days schooling, two days kickboxing and one day of triathlon continued until Melinda was fifteen years old.

By the time she was fifteen, Melinda had completed her professional schooling and was free to train a full six days per week. For the first year, she was given a day off to practise driving so that she could complete her driving test when she was sixteen. With her body a finely tuned machine, Melinda’s training progressed to a more theoretical stage. She studied psychology while continuing her Muay Thai and Triathlon training one day each per week. After a year, she passed her driving test and completed her required modules for a Diploma of Psychology. Now sixteen years old, Melinda was ready to start going on missions.

She was apprenticed to an employee of her adoptive father, who was also known to his employees as “The Architect”. It was at this time that she was given the codename that she would adopt as her moniker from then on, that of the precious red stone, Ruby. While apprenticed to the employee, whose codename was Diamond, Ruby learned the arts of sexual seduction, surveillance and counter surveillance. After four and a half years of training, Ruby was ready for her first solo mission. She was to follow an associate of her adoptive father’s and plant incriminating evidence in his office. She accomplished her task with ease, proving to her adoptive father that she was ready for the next stage in her training.

At this point she was almost six months away from her twenty-first birthday. She spent these six months learning how to handle a .50 calibre sniper rifle, a 30.06 Springfield Sniper rifle, a .223 calibre hunting rifle and an assortment of concealable firearms ranging from 9mm to .44 calibre magnums. She didn’t know this, but this preparation was for the execution of an evolved human who was threatening her father. On the eve of her twenty-first birthday, Melinda ‘Ruby’ Kale made her first kill using a .223 hunting rifle against a sixty-four year old special who didn’t know she was there. She disappeared for a week, trying to take stock of what she was feeling. Clinically, she knew exactly what was going on but somehow it didn’t help. At the end of the week she returned to her father and kept going on missions as though nothing had happened.

Approximately a year and a half after her twenty-first birthday, Ruby was on a long con, infiltrating an underground group of evolved humans to try and find out who their leader was. She began to develop feelings for one of the group and considered blowing her cover and telling the man everything. Ultimately, her training won this latest battle of conscience and she completed the job before returning to work for her adoptive father again.

When she was twenty-three, Ruby undertook a mission that was questionable from the start. All her adoptive father had was unconfirmed intelligence and a photo of the target. The target turned out to be her father, who attacked her when he found out that she was his daughter. Owing to the fact that she had been doing kickboxing for over ten years, Ruby’s father didn’t stand a chance. He later died of his injuries in hospital. Ruby resolved at that point to give up hunting and lasted for a month before an associate of her father tracked her down and attacked her. She beat him and realised that she would never escape her past and the only way to have a future was to press on.

From that point on Ruby never seriously considered leaving, although it was always at the back of her mind. Her training was complete and she was her father’s best hunter. She still didn’t know why her father had her hunting these people, only that she was certain to be doing it until it killed her. Shortly after she turned twenty-five, Ruby started the second long con of her life. She began as an exotic dancer in San Diego, California.


According to further information that had been provided, this Melinda’s next target was a human known only as Sam. The brief said to seek him out and provide protection until he arrived, but Bebi had a better idea. His possessive ability allowed him to lay dormant within a person, and that is what he aimed to do. He found this Sam character to be a whingy, self-loathing little twat and the Tuffle could see why Melinda was to kill him. Were it not for his orders, Bebi might have done so. He had jumped into the youth shortly before a night out, and was interested to see what Sam did for fun besides hating on himself and playing computer games.

Sam had to smile at the irony. The gentleman's club, where only the lonely, deviant or otherwise socially inept ventured to meet women they could pretend were theirs for as long as their bank balance held out. Predictably, Sam didn't fit into any of the categories except perhaps for that of loneliness. The main reason for his visit, however was that the drinking establishments in his area were closed and the Gentleman's Club was the only place he could get a drink.

He showed his ID at the door and descended the stairs into the faux-smoke. Pink, green and blue lasers flashed cut through the smoke and darkness, reflecting off the barely clothed bodies of the dancers on stage. Spotting the bar, Sam made a beeline for it and ordered his first drink; a dry martini, three measures each of gin and vermouth shaken through ice and served with a shaved piece of lemon skin.

The girl behind the bar gave him a strange look but didn't question the order. Sam smiled, one think about his drink preference was that it always drew a lot of attention. Once she finished, he offered her a taste of the concoction. She took a sip, tensing up but managing to keep the reaction off her face. Sam smirked and took his drink to a booth.

Surprisingly, he was left in piece for quite a long time. It was always an issue for him when the dancers came over to try and get him to pay for a lap dance. One look at what he was drinking should tell them that he wasn't here for the company. Tonight was different, just one girl came over to him and didn't try to seduce him into forking out cash for a pretend sexual experience. She just asked if he wanted a refill and what he was drinking.

After five of his martinis he was drunk enough to initiate a conversation.

"Would you like to sit down," he asked.
She raised an eyebrow in response, "you don't look like the sort of person who is looking for any extra service."
"I'm not," he replied, "but I've been watching you. You haven't approached a single other person in this club aside from me. You haven't worked the bar or gotten on stage. Either you don't actually work here and are looking to pick me up, you've been assigned to serve me like they do in casinos or you're trying to get me drunk because you think I have deep pockets."
"Which do you think it is," she replied, taking a seat opposite him.
"I highly doubt you are interest in taking me home and this isn't the sort of establishment to assign girls to individual patrons," he said, watching her as he spoke, searching for a reaction, "but I don't think you are trying to get me drunk either. So why?"
"I get paid by the hour," she replied simply.
"And?"
"It isn't incentive-based."
"So you're wandering around looking like you're working to take your paycheck at the end of the night?"
"End of the fortnight."
"What?"
"I get paid fortnightly."
"What's your name," Sam asked.
"Interested in spite of yourself?" she replied.
"Does it make a difference?"
"I suppose not. I am Ruby."
Sam snorted, "and I suppose you're working with Destiny, Chastity and Prudence?"
"Mock me if you will, but do you really think that these girls are proud enough of their occupation to give out their real names?"
"Fair point. Where do you fit in, then?"
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"You're are intelligent enough to hold down a job that isn't taboo to most of society, yet you consort with these people, who you obviously have no respect for."
"You choose your words well," she replied, "you give away your own lack of respect for my occupation yet you phrase it is such a way that it is respectful."
"You didn't answer my question," Sam replied.
"This pays better. Would you like another drink?"
"And we are back to business," Sam replied, "you know you're terrible at this stripper thing, right?"
Ruby looked down at her outfit, "why, you're right. I still have all my clothes on. Silly me. Would you like to pay me to take them off, Mr Deep Pockets?"
"Funny," replied Sam irritably. He didn't like being mocked by a stripper, "get me another drink."
"As you wish, sir," she replied coldly. Sam instantly regretted snapping. He wasn't that sort of person. He didn't treat women like servants. Ruby returned and set the drink on the table before turning away.
"Ruby," he called over the music. She turned to look at him with her hands on her hips.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" she replied, returning to her seat.
"For acting like every other scumbag that comes in here."
"Not quite," she replied, "you haven't asked me to take my clothes off yet."
"They ask?" Sam replied curiously.
"Some do, most don't."
"You sound, different somehow," said Sam, taking a drink and feeling his face go numb. He was definitely past the point of no return now, three more martinis at the most.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"You sound numb," he said, phrasing it as best he could.
"I'm afraid I don't understand," she replied.
"And you're eyes have this haunted look about them, like there are horrors in your past that have affected you profoundly."
"Maybe I'm just high?" she replied.
"No, high is different. I see the same look in your eyes that I see in mine."
"What horrors have affected you?" she asked, looking genuinely curious.
"I ... I killed someone," replied Sam, averting his gaze and staring at his drink.
"Perhaps I have killed someone," Ruby replied.
"No, I don't think so," replied Sam.
"Then maybe I was interfered with inappropriately as a child?"
"No, I don't think so," replied Sam, thinking he may have mistaken the look in her eyes.
"Scintillating as this conversation is," said Ruby, obviously changing the subject, "but my shift ends shortly and I must earn my keep."
"Is that the hard sell," replied Sam.
"No, my dear Mr Deep Pockets, it is the truth. Rare as it is in this place, it still exists," replied Ruby.
"My name is Sam," replied Sam.
"Apologies Sam," replied Ruby, "but my statement remains the same."
"When do you finish?" he asked.
"Between four and five, depending on how slow the night is."
"How would I go about getting a private room?" replied Sam.
Ruby was silent for a moment, "you pay four hundred dollars and leave the rest up to me."
"I ... I want the room with you," said Sam, uncertain of whether or not this was implied.
"I expected so," replied Ruby.

Sam handed over the cash and drained his glass as Ruby stood to lead him to the private room. They parted ways at the door and he was left to enter on his own. The room was circular, with couches lining the wall and a podium in the center. The walls were covered with alternating strips of mirror and dark glass that undoubtedly concealed a viewing room of some sort.

When Ruby returned, she was wearing a black brassiere with a black lace g-string and garter belt with fishnet stockings and a look of disdain that Sam suspected only he could see.

"Do I please you, sir?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What's your problem?" he asked.
"You lied to me," she replied.
"Whereas you were a bastion of truth," replied Sam.
"I'm a stripper," replied Ruby, "what did you expect?"
"I'm visiting a strip club, what did you expect," Sam shot back.
"A good-natured alcoholic, not a chauvinist alcoholic prick," she replied.
"You are bad at this," replied Sam, amazed.
"Oh shut up," replied Ruby, reaching around to unclasp her bra. Sam averted his eyes, embarrassed.
"Please put it back on," he replied.
"I really don't understand you, Sammy," she replied, though her voice contained none of its previous hostility.
"I didn't want you to leave," replied Sam, his voice barely above a whisper and his better judgment beating him about the head.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Ruby replied.
"Level with me," he said, "what did happen to you when you were younger?"
"I was an orphan," she replied.
"An orphan who grew up to be an intelligent stripper," Sam mused out aloud, "who knew."
"I am allowed to be a stripper now?" Ruby replied, sliding the strap of her bra off her should. Sam averted his eyes again.
"You're playing dirty," he said.
"Stripper?" Ruby replied, her tone suggesting that she was telling him something he should already know.
"I think we can both agree that you are no stripper," replied Sam, "dancer, maybe; con artist, definitely but you aren't a stripper."
"I take my clothes off for money," she replied, "what would you call it."
"A long con?" said Sam.
"What the hell is that?"
"Heard it on Lost. It's where someone moves in on another person's life in order to con them."
"Sounds like a lot of hard work," replied Ruby.
"Speaking of work, will you get in trouble for not taking your clothes off?"
"Dunno, noone's ever requested a private room for a chat before," she replied, "but I wouldn't think so. I do what you want after all."
"Anything I want?" he asked.
"I'm not a prostitute," she replied, "but how far I go is up to me as an individual. Four hundred dollars gets you whatever I am comfortable with for an hour."
"You charged me the top level rate?" Sam inquired.
Ruby shrugged, "you didn't question it. Means I don't have to work tomorrow night."
"So what are you comfortable with?"
Ruby raised an eyebrow, "are you propositioning me?"
"I am asking what you are comfortable with," replied Sam, trying to keep his voice even.
"Sweetheart, after the amount you drank tonight I would be surprised if the little soldier is up to anything other than sleeping."
"Is that your answer?"
"It doesn't matter what my answer is, you won't sleep with me," Ruby replied.
"No, I won't," sighed Sam, wishing that he could answer differently.
"I was right about you," said Ruby.
"No you weren't," replied Sam, "I'm not good natured, I am honorable. There's a difference."
"And the difference is?"
"I want to, but am honor-bound not to. If I was good-natured I wouldn't want to," replied Sam, surprising himself with his honestly.

Ruby didn't answer, but slid both bra straps off her shoulders and undid the clasp, holding her bra to her breasts. Sam widened his eyes but quickly averted them. Ruby let the bra drop as Sam stared determinedly at the floor. Reaching out with her hand, Ruby raised his chin so that he was facing her. As she did so, Sam closed his eyes.

Ruby stood and sat on Sam's lap, putting one leg on either side of him and facing him with her face barely an inch away from his. He turned his head and opened his eyes, feeling his cheeks flush.

"I want you to want me, Sam," she said.
"I don't, I can't," he said.

Ruby stood and removed her underwear so that all she was wearing was the garter belt, fishnets and a cheeky smile. Sam raised his head and stared into her eyes. Still smirking, Ruby returned to her previously position, gazing into his eyes. He turned his head again, but this time she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"No," he said faintly, "this isn't right, this isn't real, you don't want me, please.

It was taking every ounce of self-control Sam possessed. Ruby was a stripper, a dancer, she was interested in his money. She was like the high school girls who pretended to be interested for a joke except that he brought it on himself. He was the needy loner who didn't want the pretty girl to leave. The stupid kid who couldn't resist a pretty face no matter how many times is slapped him.

Ruby turned his head back and kissed him on the mouth. Sam kept his mouth closed and still, he would resist her, he had to resist her, he couldn't resist her, he gave in. Reluctantly, Sam returned her kiss lightly. She pulled away with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I want you to drive me home," she whispered in his ear. Sam shook his head, not trusting his mouth to say the right words. He hadn't been this close to a woman since before he left Australia, a fact that was becoming more and more painfully obvious the longer they stayed together.
"Please get up," he said, a tremor in his voice. Ruby stood up and Sam caught sight of her all but naked body for the first time. His jaw dropped. She was completely hairless below the neck, wearing just a tan and a few accessories with the still-satisfied smile. Sam stood up and kissed her lightly on the mouth again before doing the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. He walked out of the room and left the club.

Yup, that confirmed it. Sam was gay. As the frightened little fawn ran from the pub, Bebi took control of his body completely. He immediately regretted it. The alcohol-induced retardation was affecting the android as well and he did not like this inability to adequately control his limbs. It was as though his motor functioning was incorrectly calibrated. Rather than sit around and wait for the alcohol to subside, Bebi went behind a dumpster in order to throw up whatever was still sitting in the irritating little twat’s stomach. He then proceeded to slash ice-cold water on its face. The shock of the water and the act of vomiting served to sober him up somewhat and Bebi managed to achieve a modicum of control. By this time, it was nearing four o’clock and Ruby would be heading to her car. The tuffle moved quickly back to the strip club and sought the closest car-park. After several moments of waiting, he detected Melinda’s footsteps approaching. As she reached her car, Bebi appeared out of the darkness.

“Oh, its just you, Sammy,” she said, her muscles tensed for combat, “what are you doing here.”
“I thought about it a lot and I decided I want you to take your clothes off.”
“Oh? What changed?”
“Well, Melinda,” replied Bebi with an evil smirk, “something came over me and I’m an all new man instead of the sooky twat that you targeted in there.
“Who are you? What did you do with Sam?”
“I am Bebi,” he responded, “and I simply made him better.”

Ruby attacked without warning, swinging a punch into Bebi’s face before withdrawing her injured hand after letting out a yelp of surprise. Bebi, on the other hand, was not surprised at all. He was a super warrior and though she was talented for a human, she was no match for him. Hitting him in the face would have been like punching a wall made from diamonds. It was fitting, perhaps, that her code name was Ruby. Such a precious thing, she was, but was still no match for a diamond. Bebi exerted himself, grabbing her by the throat in order to inject her with the robotic super-virus that would make her one of them.

“Ugh, what did you do to me?”
“I set you free, mortal. In time, you will thank me.”

With that, Bebi left Sam’s body and quickly made his exit. He still needed to check up on Gokua in order to ascertain whether or not he was successful in extracting the craftsman. Bebi was planning on relocating him to Earth so that he might be on hand for further upgrades once all the craziness from the war was over and done with. As soon as he was sufficiently distant from Ruby’s transformation, he once again astral projected to the General’s location.

“You done yet?” he asked, not bothering to announce himself once again.
“You have to stop doing that,” muttered Gokua, though judging by his surroundings, he was once again done.
“What’s to say you will even see me again after this?”
“If there is a god, I won’t,” muttered Gokua, “are you done with your robot things?”
“Not quite. Now answer my question.”
“Yes, I’m done. The old… whatever he is sleeps in one of the rooms as we speak.”
“Good. What are you doing now then?”
“None of your fracking business, robot. Go back to your robot things.”

Bebi couldn’t see where the voice originated. In fact, he couldn’t see much of anything at all. Was the General in the middle of coitus? With a chuckle at the thought, Bebi disappeared in a flash of light that would doubtlessly disturb the inhabitants of the room. Rather than bother them further, he sought out the Temple of Ganr. The monks here had no irrational hatred for his kind and had been training him to better use his sword. There were other monks with other skills pertaining to the weaponry that Bebi had been using, but he preferred to use the honed blade of the sabre when resorting to using a weapon. As he crossed the threshold into the temple, Blade master Shoto greeted him.

“What brings you to the temple today, Bebi?”
“I seek further training,” replied the Tuffle android.
“There are no more lessons to be completed today, however I will consent to spar with you, should you desire to do so.”
“That’ll do,” said Bebi.
“Then we begin.”

Bebi was completely unprepared for the attack, which left a deep cut in his upper left arm. A further three cuts marked his body before his sabre was free of its scabbard and by then he was far too annoyed to try and string together a decent combination. Shoto, on the other hand, was perfectly calm and struck through Bebi’s guard time and again. The tuffle was consumed with rage, swinging his weapon brutally in order to inflict maximum damage without paying much attention to high-percentage strikes. Eventually, the master relieved Bebi of his sword hand and the spar was completed.

“That’s not fair, you cheated.”
“You accepted the duel. Am I to question your readiness every time we spar? Would your enemies afford you the same luxury?”
“Its this stupid scabbard,” Bebi complaining, “the sabre gets caught in it.”
“No, my tuffle friend, it is you. Though you have passed level one, you still have a lot to learn. A true swordsman fights from a position of calm. As soon as you lose your cool, you lose the fight.”
“I understand,” replied Bebi with a frown. This training was so frustrating! Who knew that mastering the sword would take such hard work? Why couldn’t it come easier to him, the way that using ki techniques did? With a shake of his head, Bebi regenerated his arm and left the temple. The short amount of time that he had spent there had to be some sort of record.

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Dr. Adams was an elder gentleman. His once flowing black hair had now become much thinner and turned completely grey. He knew even with the technological advancements he had created in his lab on Earth, he would soon be out of time. His life had spanned close to 200 years. It was a miracle mostly created by his own brilliant mind and through his breakthroughs he had managed to live a life past what anyone else had ever heard for a mortal human. He had seen and lived through a brutal war that had nearly destroyed what he loved as well as seen the power of the beings that once ruled Earth and the forces they had amassed. He had seen and lived in a Universe with beings far beyond the powers of anything most of his kind could ever fathom. He had witnessed the pure in heart attempting to protect life and the dark hearts destroying all they came across. That part seemed normal to Dr. Adams, but it was those that blurred the line that caused him numerous nightmares during his many years of life. How could those that claimed to want to protect life, take it with such ease and stand by and do nothing when other horrible acts took place? It had been a full life for the elder man, but he could tell with recent health issues his time was now becoming more and more limited. He had only a short period of time in order to attempt to fix the problems he perceived. The doctor needed to finish his project quickly. That is why he signed on with the Planet Trade Organization and that is why he would provide them with his gift to the Universe; a gift of torture pain and suffering that they could decide what to do with as they felt necessary. Revenge was what drove him.

Dr. Adams had a long life to anyone's normal expectations, but it was not a life he had loved and the only reason he had forced himself to life this long was to finish his final and greatest creation. He had never bowed to those that once ruled Earth and because of that he suffered many hardships. Not conforming to the forced ways of living had cost him his employees (murdered in an uprising), his business (oppressed to oblivion by the unfair laws on Earth) and his family that had been assimilated into the Steel Legion. The slaughtering he had seen of the beings who lived peacefully on Earth as well as others by the machines who claimed to be doing this in the best interest of good was too much for him to even have thought of before. Not only was it a simple thought though that would haunt most dreams,he had to witness them not only happen, but be publicly shown as threats to anyone who may wish to oppose the powers that had been. The Legion gave only 2 simple choices, Assimilate or Persish. It had been some of his own family members he had seen maimed, gutted and practically tortured to death by the robots. They had no remorse and seemed to even enjoy flaunting their triumphs having them play over and over again on news channels around the entire war torn galaxy. It was those actions that showed him that if those acting in the interest of good could commit acts of violence like that and treat people that way, then this Universe did not deserve to continue on. The Earth may be now free again if the Legion was defeated as stories had suggested was possible, but Dr. Adams was still around and hungry to make those that harmed him or watched on as nothing happened to pay for the acts he had seen firsthand. His anger was not directed at just one person, but the entire population of the known Universe. His job was to make an Android of his own, one that he would designate to assignment under the most vile and vicious worker that Planet Trade Organization had and with that his vengeance would become reality. Those that needed to pay would pay and even those that didn’t would feel his ongoing heartache and suffering. This would be his final gift, his end result and the ultimate punishment for the crimes he had felt had been committed against him over his long and painful life.

Since his desertion to the Planet Trade Organization, Dr. Adams had only desired one thing; Revenge! He knew he could not get it on those who had committed the acts against him; he didn’t have enough time for that to happen, but he could get it on the Universe that sat by and watched it happen without action. His plan was a simple and direct one. He had found the labs that created some of the most powerful androids ever known. Dr. Gero's plans for the Androids he once released on Earth, the plans for the machines that had created the likes of Rubic and the Steel Legion. He even found the plans for the androids he had seen in action before including those that struggled against the Legion in war. Dr. Adams had gathered all of the information and through those plans mixed with his own genius he had been hard at work on his creation; one that would extract his revenge on the Universe. In theory his creation would have all the powers of the androids, cyborgs, artificial life forms and biological creations, with none of their weaknesses. It would be able to eventually pick up where other evil destroyers had left off before their defeats. His creation would be built for conquering, ruling, destroying and killing as it saw fit with no remorse. A perfect killing machine, formed to end life and cause suffering to those who did nothing in Dr. Adams eyes. Through its actions they would feel the same pain he had felt over his 200 years of life. The good moments in the doctor's life had been completely overshadowed by darkness now and his only objective was to finish and release his instrument of destruction before he passed on. It would leave his lasting legacy on the Universe, when this machine was allied with one that shared his mindset it would ultimately cause devastation and destruction that he felt was earned by all those that caused his own pain and suffering.

His lab was a few hundred feet below the surface of Planet Frieza and shielded from detection from outside sources. It was now completely self-sustaining allowing Dr. Adams to live out his final days with a constant food supply as well as an overwhelming amount of power needed to fuel everything that was going on. It was a design he had thought up when he was just a boy and now it was fully functioning. The power generators were actually fueled by the excess power they created as they powered the lab. The practical application was that when something as simple as a hammer striking down on metal happened the force it gave off was channeled by the computers into the power core and magnified using Dr. Adams pinwheel design in order to refuel the cores and continue to power the machines. It was a flawless design and something he had planned for this creation to eventually be able to channel as well through the evolutionary process he had planned for his prized creation.

Dr. Adams stepped into the observation chamber of his laboratory. He was ready for the final day of construction before he would hopefully finish his creation and send it on its first couple of test runs to test the design. Slowly pushing forward, hunched over and obviously struggling. He walked with an oak carved cane in his right hand gingerly; his age was showing more than ever before. He was incredibly fragile and it was apparent to him that he only had a few more days to live. The doctor once stood nearly 5 foot 6 inches tall and never weighed more than 150 pounds in his life, but now was normally hunched over and no longer able to straighten up completely. He was the prototypical nerdy scientist. In his youth he had his quirks. The doctor always wore glasses, was shy, a germ-a-phobic and was never afraid to flaunt his intelligence. Over the 200 years of his life though, he had put most of them behind him in order to try to finish his creation. It was especially easy over the past fifteen years as he lived alone anyways. Yes he had family, but being a wanted man he couldn’t be near them without putting them at risk from the authorities that hunted him on Earth for the Avalon Protectorate.

The room sensed that Dr. Adams had walked into the room and calmly a chair moved to the center of the room allowing him to have a seat in the perfect location for him to oversee the final touches on the Android. Computer monitors surrounded the room allowing him to easily see everything that was going on and keep an eye on all the important measurements and readings going on in the construction area. The glass walls also allowed him to move to strategic points and see directly what was going on at all times. They all had been linked to his every thought and as he wanted the information it popped up on the screen nearest to where he was looking. The detail, technology and effects that were in place to run such a machine were things he had seen in science fiction movies as a child, but that he had made real using his excessive time and massive intelligence when added on to the resources of the Planet Trade Organization.

The construction area was in full go as the doctor started putting the finishing touches on his most prized creation. A loud combination of torches blowing, hammers crashing into metal, constant drilling and robotic machines moving around doing the work caused what could best be described as a noise cluster within the construction zone. It was probably a good thing the doctor had the observation room to oversee the creation or the sound and vibrations within the room alone would have probably killed him. The robotic arms, which acted as extensions of Dr. Adams mind, pressed on with the work un-inhibited by the loud noises. They were now onto the torching process of areas making them as smooth as possible before the painting bots swooped in and polished off the finer details. Dr. Adams knew most of this was not completely needed, he could have easily just created a faceless killing machine, but one quirk he was never able to rid himself of was his attention to detail. Everything about this, his greatest creation, needed to be perfect or else he would consider it and the time he had been working on it a failure. The detailing took a few hours, but due to the precise work he had done throughout the creation process, it took much less time than he originally expected to take though in the end.

The doctor knew it was almost time to finish the construction. Soon his creation would have life and he wanted to see it firsthand. He struggled, but managed to pull himself to his feet. The sound of bones cracking with intense arthritis echoed throughout the observation room as he even pushed himself up into a non-hunched over position for the first time in years. The agony on his face from the pain his body was enduring was worth it to him. He looked down on the body of his creation. It stood 5 feet 11 inches tall and had blonde colored hair that was pulled tightly back and formed into a bun in the back. The room temporarily shut off creating a sudden breeze in the construction zone. With the physique of a supermodel her tall size looked to be accentuated by here stunning 36 24 34 figured body with long legs. She was seemingly the perfect looking female as he artificially created skin looked smooth as silk. It was this design that the doctor had seen as his own desires. A lovely women with stunning beauty, but like so many he had seen in his life she would only take from them what they loved and she would only bring pain and suffering. Her skin had been colored to a nice calm natural tan color and her eyes were sky blue. The Android was clearly designed to be a young adult female in her mid-twenties. He looks perfect for blending into society and getting what she wanted in regards to access. Really who could say no to a pretty female? Her stunning beauty, ruthless programming and eventual similarly minded controller would be her way to becoming legendary.

With a satisfied grin on his face, having already checked the details over, Dr. Adams put into place the final steps of the creation. The machines in the construction room turned on once more as they began to dress the Android; a red alligator print leather jacket with a matching red undershirt beneath it, red leather trousers with a surprisingly glossy finish and black heel boots.

It was finally time; the Android's construction was complete, and Dr. Adams knew this was the moment he had been waiting for; the activation of his greatest creation and the day his dreams for revenge would finally be put into motion. The glass panels in the observation room opened after the machines turned off and form a ramp from the observation room right to the Android itself. It provided Dr. Adams a direct approach to the Android for the activation he had so longed for. Slowly, the doctor walked towards the inactive body he had crafted. It took him some time, but he pushed himself as much as he could to get there, quickly. He was eager, like a kid on his birthday, and this was the greatest gift he could have ever received. This would be the gift that would make all the pain and suffering he had gone through in his life worth it in the end.

He took a remote out of his pocket and pressed the only button it had. A furious surge of electricity went over the body of the Android and just seconds later its head moved up to look at the surrounding area. It had worked, the Android was alive!


Analyzing location... Only one life detected. The Android looked at Dr. Adams and tilted her head. Her outer layer of skin and clothing melded into her body allowing her to replicate the outfit at will from this point on, but now she stood before him in metal android form. Her bladed right hand lifted slowly as the information in her internal scouter continued to process the situation and basically boot up. Knowing what the Android was capable of Dr. Adams took a slight step backwards concerned that something might be wrong. Then the internal scouter system began to register once more. Dr. Adams, Creator. Do not eradicate! The Android bowed her head and lowered his hand quickly as a sign of respect for her creator as her outfit and skin once again covered the metal core of her body.

"I will assume you know who I am by your actions." Dr. Adams said, his voice quiet and creepy sounding. He had not spoken much since his isolation and his tone showed it. When added to his failing health, even the simple act of speaking though left the old doctor winded.

"You are my creator, the one who activated me and I am ready to carry out your wishes. The creator’s life is failing and I will be assigned to a warrior of your desire. With that result then I will be the ultimate weapon of destruction and conquest." The Android said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was seductive, but not inherently haunting. It was just a perfect speaking voice for an adult female, which was exactly how Dr. Adams had planned it. The voice could both inspire courage or create fear with inflection only and turn even the most focused warriors away from their objectives.

"Yes and now that you are active," Dr. Adams was happy with the results and dropped the remote in his hand. The impact with the ground causing it to break, "You will never be deactivated! Though you will still need work in the future of that I am sure."

"Very well." The Android replied, "My internal data banks say my first task is to go out and test myself and after passing the tests I will be set off on my own. Is it time for my first task?"

"Yes, but first you need to know your name." Dr. Adams had thought of many names, but only one really satisfied him, "Your name will be Alimony. You will be the price the Universe pays for looking downward on me and with your future master you will collect the debts of all the power hungry warriors. At the sound of your name all life forms; plants animals and people alike will eventually tremble in fear. You are my Ultimate weapon, my greatest creation and my hand of vengeance! Now go and begin your work!"

Alimony lifted her head and in an easy motion took off in flight. She extended her arms out like a bird flying, even though it was not really needed, and kept her legs tight together in order to allow for the best maneuverability possible. The doors in the lab seemingly reacted to her body as she flew towards them and they opened allowing her an easy flight up to the surface after weaving down hallways and up a string of narrow paths. It did not take long to reach the final door. This one did not open automatically. Alimony stopped and looked around for a quick second before seeing the palm reader next to the door. With extreme confidence and entitlement she moved her hand to the sensor causing to the door to open immediately, almost too fast like the door itself was afraid of what might happen should it not open. When it opened the female Android glanced down the hallway and saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She slowly walked down the dirt and gravel path that had been carved into the mountain and made it to the opening. She stood still, looking over the planet of Frieza for the first time. It was the planet that was home of those that gave her master the resources needed to create her and she felt as if she was at home surprisingly. This was certainly a strange feeling and place. Her internal scouter began to scan the area and displayed the activities for Alimony to see.

Locating nearest populated city. Mountain City... Located 10 miles from here… Population 7,500... Highest Detected Power Level: 5,000… Location adequate for testing zone… Proceed at will… Her internal scouter displayed allowing her to get all the important information she would need for her upcoming test. The master had only desired to see how the machine would participate in combat and Mountain City was one that was home of the dreaded Ice Wolves that the Changelings had no issue with slaughtering and keeping at bay throughout their planet.

After seeing the analysis Alimony took off in flight ready to test her construction, abilities and begin her reign of terror. With the opening presented to her by being in the open space of the world, Alimony tested her speed and agility as she flew around gracefully in the air. It was naturally programed to her and because of that every action she took was effortless and flawless. The sun was shining on this particular day, but still some clouds flowed easily with the calm wind in the sky. It was a brisk 42 degrees, but Alimony was a machine and she did not care for or feel the weather. Her construction prevented the weather, atmosphere, or any environmental aspect to bother her at all. It was definitely an advantage of being an Android.

It did not take long for her to cover the ten mile distance between lab and city, but as she approached she saw a clan of 20 Ice Wolves gathered around a campfire of sorts. Flying in she did an impressive acrobatic flip before landing in the middle of the flames putting them out with her sudden stop and direct stomping out of the flames with her boots. Her sudden appearance caused the clan to spring to action assuming she was there to kill them; they were right.

Springing off the ground she drove her knee into the closest wolves head, the force removing the head from the body as she landed in a crouching position after delivering the blow and turning her head to look at the other wolves. Immediately the clan charged her, but Alimony lashed out, her right arm swiftly becoming a blade of sorts as she sliced through the first few before turning quickly 360 degrees in a circle and releasing a powerful flame almost from the depths of hell at those that had surrounded her. Smoke shot up from the area as many of the wolves were set on fire and burning as their flesh had been ignited by the flames.

The smoke covered the area as the remaining four wolves backed up to gather themselves, but when the flames settled and the smoke cleared their attacker was nowhere to be seen. They moved forward trying to determine the situation, when behind them Alimony appeared. Quickly, the machine trusted her hand out grabbing the neck of the strongest remaining Ice Wolf and squeezing the life and energy out of him using a red crystal like part that had been embedded in her hands. As the wolfs lifeless body dropped out of her hands the last three realized the end result here was death and tried to flee into the sky with flight.

With a stoic look on her face she processed the situation, Units attempting escape measures. Elimination from left to right is favorable to this situation… Proceed at will.

Moving with intense speeds she blasted off the ground driving intercepting the wolf furthest to the left and driving spikes that shot out from her clothing into his neck as blood shot out everywhere. The victim’s body dropped from the sky as the spikes retracted and with a flicker of her sparkling blue eyes a twin beam came out intercepting the middle wolf and blasting him straight out of the sky and into pieces as his body was scattered over the landscape. The last remaining wolf stopped to look back hearing the explosion, but saw no sign of Alimony when he turned to continue his fleeing, however; the deadly female was standing before him. Opening her mouth an explosion of flames erupted outward incinerating the last wolf. It was a job well done. The wolves had been eliminated and all functions seemed to be working optimally.

With burning corpses, scattered bodies and an overall devastated landscape around her, Alimony dropped down to the surface and looked around for any more signs of life in the area, but nothing registered. It was time to return to the labs for final instruction, but not before processing the data as the tests required so that Dr. Adams could process everything properly.

With a calm and eventless flight, Alimony made it back to the lab, but when she did she was greeted at the door, by a holographic recording. It was Dr. Adams, but she could sense something was not right,

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“Alimony, I processed the test results from your run and they all came back exceptionally well. It was pleasure to my old soul to see such efficiency and fine craftsmanship in action. You are my gift to this galaxy, but I am afraid that this will be my last give because today is my last day alive. I have created you to hand out my revenge to the Universe, but you are not perfected as I would have hoped. You will need guidance and leadership and someone to take you to the heights I had dreamed for you. That being is a unique one to say the very least.” The doctor said as a picture of the pink demon Buu appeared before her. “This is one of the mercenaries that the Planet Trade Organization used. I promised them for safety during your construction to provide your service to them. I do not trust organization and neither should you, so I have used a loophole to assign you to this being. He is only loyal to himself and his actions only benefit him. I was contacted, by some mysterious source in my mind for him though and I believe even though the monster is created for destruction and murder that something else exists within it and that will be your guide. The Planet Trade Organization will not be happy with my decision, but I care not. I have held my end of the bargain. From now on, Buu is the master. Treat him like you would treat me and follow his commands. I have prepared a transport for you with my last remaining funds to meet with the monster. That is your last order from me, go forth and help me fulfill my legacy. Help me get my revenge and make the people of this Universe suffer for their evil and sins.”


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Avalon was still in the middle of a raging war. The Steel Legion was in full on desperation mood it seemed to take the planet of Avalon, the first planet that really had managed to stand up against the might of the Legion. Many experts had claimed that this was the result of the legions control units being knocked off line recently, but at the end of the day what was important was that the forces of Avalon whether they be from the Avalon Protectorate, Keliouxian Empire, Planet Trade Organization, Saiyan Empire or Damaskian Empire had been fighting for weeks now to hold off the machines while rumors of an attack force gathered on Earth to put the final thrust hopefully into the Steel Legion and knock the computers offline and end this conflict.

The battles raged on, but Avalon was starting to show the damage it had been taking throughout this conflict as many of the battles ended with chaos and destruction overwhelming the planet. The forces protecting Avalon were not all native or loyal to this planet. In fact many lashed out purposefully at this world to inflict damage on a future enemy even though they were currently at peace with one another. In the case of the pink demon, Buu was really here for the constant battling and to make the Protectorate pay for putting an attempt on his life. The demon was not that concerned about his life, he knew he would always come back, but the dark titan Menoetius could never forget that simple issue and he would do whatever was necessary to make sure those that went after Buu and in doing so him, would pay for their actions. The destruction Buu has caused while removing the machines from Avalon was all collateral damage to him and just a side benefit of fulfilling a contract with the Planet Trade Organization. The war was nearing its end and soon the benefits they had received would be gone. While Buu did not fully comprehend, understand or even care about that; Menoetius knew everything that happened from here on out would be done independently of one of the Galactic Empires and so the support he would get would be much harder to come by. That meant his time on Avalon was soon coming to an end, this planet would be no place for Buu once the peace alliance was broken. His dark reputation that he had earned to this point was iconic, but put a target on his head at the same time. Ultimately this was part of the plan, but the key was to be able to back it up in the long run. You could have a big name, but if you participated in a minor way no one would ever take you seriously or even care to want to mess with you. This war in Menoetius’ mind was his chance to make a name for Buu and further expand his influence. Up to this point, both things had been accomplished it was just more of a concern now about the end results.

It felt strange to say, but the crazed actions of the pink demon over the past month had changed the landscape of Avalon and yet also shifted the war in favor of the protectors of the planet. With the monsters random destruction of areas the Steel Legion and their seemingly endless army of machines were never able to gather together and focus assaults on strategic locations. Buu had done an amazing job of simply hindering any mass combat actions with his continued assaults. The destruction of the planets many cities and glorious location was not in the Steel Legions game plan, they had wanted to assimilate the population and grow their kind even further, but in the end it was just as likely that with any assault that they and their targets could possibly end up destroyed and nothing would be gained. The Legion cared not for the construction of the cities or the landscape, but they were designed to maximize efficiency and not being able to assimilate the population was clearly not what was best for their business. Buu was clearly causing more problems than they had expected or anticipated, but the battle still raged on.

The pink demon was still looking for something challenging though. He had found a named member of the Steel Legion during the last month, but it had fled when it detected the approach of the monster. Killing regiments and other groups of the Legion was just not as fulfilling and sometimes it was necessary to have something that actually put up a fight to go against. The number of Legion members he had killed up to this point on Avalon was far beyond what most would have expected. It was clear that no one could say that he was not doing his part, but still the planet was seemingly endlessly under siege by the machines. They died just the same as basically everything else the monster had faced did, but they did not take as long to repopulate the dead. Populations around the galaxy were being converted on a daily basis and even with the extreme destruction the demon could cause to regiments, it was nothing compared to what was being produced and assimilated into the collective that was the Steel Legion at the same time. It felt like a losing battle unless everyone put on for it, but that wasn’t how things were going down. Many were just turtling hoping to protect themselves and show up at the last moment to claim the victory and in the meantime simply survive as long as possible for them.

Rumors were spreading wildly within military camps, on the news and even over scouter transmissions that things were changing. All of the efforts that had seemingly been for naught when fighting against the might of the Steel Legion were not working, but another plan existed. That plan was now what it felt like everyone was waiting for to see what would happen with it. As it turned out many considered it to be the only hope it seemed to beat the robots back was whatever was being talked about on Earth. It was what all the galaxy was waiting for and what would supposedly save the galaxy and end the threat of the Steel Legion once and for all. To the pink demon and dark titan though it was simply hope and that was something they always tended to laugh at when they saw it. The strong acted when the weak hoped, it was a simple principle of life and something that as cruel as it sounded oftentimes in this hostile universe meant the difference between survival and extinction. Extinction was what the galaxy was facing; if the Steel Legion was not defeated soon, then they would possibly soon be completely unstoppable. It didn’t matter who or what faced them at the end of the day no one would be safe. Stories said the forces of Earth were mounting an offensive against the primary base of the Steel Legion, but no one had confirmed or denied that up to this point. It was all simply just speculation, rumor and ultimately foolish blind hope that someone else would save them.

The monster did not deal in luck, hope, speculation or rumor. Buu was only interested in results. The results the pink demon was after were always the same too; destruction, murder, chaos and in the end that would make him happy and he would have fun doing it. Some of those he spent time with had grown to understand that and utilize it for their own gains and advantages, but many couldn’t comprehend that was what made the monster go. At the end of the day he might have been alive for millions of years, but he had the mindset and personality of a child and the attention span to go along with it. If he was not entertained, then he would end up doing it himself no matter the possible consequences of his actions. Just like a child comprehending those types of things were not important. All that was truly important was having fun. Even if his sense of fun was corrupt and sickening at times to others the pink demon always enjoyed itself.

The demon had heard of something much more interesting to him than hopes, speculation and dreams. It was rumored that another battle was about to take place on Avalon. If the scouter transmissions that Menoetius had picked up, then the Legion was moving on Cougon Plains in order to make a push at the military encampments that had formed in the area. Strategically it clearly made sense to wipe out the enemy, but moving on encampments meant that the Legion would have to bring more than just a few soldiers. This was going to be a massive battle. Ultimately it could be one that would end up shaping the course of this planets history. Buu was not concerned much about that, but he was interested in the battle part of it. That many enemies in numbers spread out on that open of land with that many possible “innocent” lives to be killed would make for a fun time. The pink demon was certain of that fact and was eager to find out if that was in fact the case. It had been a few times before that intercepted messages were nothing more than misinformation, but the monster was hoping either way that this could be a fight; a challenging fight, that he was looking for and something where the fun might last awhile.

The Cougon Plains were an important part to the defense of the planet from what Buu had seen. While the planet of Avalon was mostly known for its large and technologically advanced cities it was much more than that. Between those cities, lie a number of vast empty plains which are referred to as the Cougon Plains by the residents. These plains stretch for hundreds of miles at a time and are normally home for outlaws and brigands, but with the intense struggles of the war had been a place where many of the helping and native forces had gathered troops to defend the planet. Its centralized location made it possible for troops stationed in these vast plains to be mobile enough to move if any of the main cities were under attack. The Cougon Plains consisted of 4 major spots which the military had started to refer to simply as North, South East and West. From the hijacked transmission it appeared the Western Plains would be the target of this attack and with it the focus of the pink demon as well as the Steel Legion. A conflict like this if accurate would be a clash that would see a number of lives lost and altered forever. These Plains were a central point of the planet and a hub for combatants to come and rest as well and so it was clearly possible that the estimated number of soldiers in these areas were not an accurate representation of how many able body defenders were available.

To the pink demon it was fine either way. If the weaklings couldn’t protect themselves, then clearly they couldn’t rely on Buu to do it for them. At the end of the day it probably made them more of a risk knowing radiating and “splash” damage caused by his attack would more than likely kill those too weak to fight and even some that were simply too weak to be fighting in the first place. That was the problem with war, many times those involved were not prepared for the situations they would face and the consequences it could have on them. When young men and women of the Avalon Protectorate signed up to protect the galaxy from evils and things that go bump in the night they never would have guessed the power and strength of the monsters they would face. Buu was just one of many that was beyond what anyone could have ever expected when they signed up to defend and help the innocents. They were basically just more innocents themselves. Innocents and the killing of the weak was something the demon loved doing.

As he sensed out the area with the dark titans extra powerful sensory system he got the reading of an actual force of over one hundred androids from the Steel Legion actually moving on the position of what seemed like five encampments of soldiers. Buu had no idea if the warriors in these bases were capable warriors or not, but he really didn’t care. The numbers that were being presented, but the Steel Legion would make it a fun battle either way with that many things to kill. The more impressive part of this was that this was a regiment that was clearly of higher power than some of the others he had faces since arriving on this planet. These were not common foot soldiers for the legion even though they were also not control units. It would be fun either way, he was certain of that much even though he wasn’t sure how much destruction he could cause in the middle of an open plain area like that one he was about to battle in.

Utilizing his assassin movie training and own brilliant battle mind the demon flew up into the white clouds and kept his actual position concealed as he approached the upcoming battle. Similarly to a stealth unmanned destroyer drone from the military the monster was on a mission of pure destruction that no one would survive from. It was clear that no matter what the cost was to the forces of Avalon, the pink demon was certain that he would be about to wipe out the army of the Steel Legion he was facing. He was always confident in his abilities. Partially because he didn’t know any better, but still his confidence was possibly his most valuable asset. This would be just another fight to the monster and one more chance to slaughter thing with no concerns.

Blinking his right eye a few times the ‘titan vision’ activated itself as he sensed out the upcoming battlefield he was nearing in quickly. The dark blue background highlighted in yellow and red colors with energy signatures and power of those around him allowed him to block out the hindrances of the landscape and focus solely on what he was about to be facing. In this particular circumstance it was at least one hundred of the Steel Legion’s robots. The battlefield neared in as he continued his path of flight, but as he arrived over the projected battle, he paused and waited for things to develop. Buu had no real interest in letting anyone know he was here or warning anyone of what was coming until he could at least spring the trap he had been planning to unleash on these unsuspecting androids. His stealth training had actually had more positive results than most things the demon had been working on, but it was still probably due to the fact that it normally led to him killing and slaughtering something as of a result of his actions.

Focusing on the land below he was surprised when a regiment of warriors shot out from the encampment to intercept the incoming attack squad of the Steel Legion. The battle began in the air, but after a few moments it dropped to the ground in a nearby unoccupied area. They had clearly had the idea in them to get the fight away from the weak and unprepared warriors. Buu enjoyed watching the struggle below as it was nothing more than another example of the lack of power in the defending forces of Avalon. The monster knew he would end up “saving” them again, but he was also well aware that he would be the one the truly feared. Slowly he moved into a better location before extending his arms out as he remained covered by the clouds in the sky. As the monsters power surged forward though the clouds blew away and he would be visible to those looking in that direction. In the end it would only be for a brief moment though as the pink demon fired forth a charged beam of purely black energy that hit in the middle of the Legion’s forces and exploded outwards doing some serious damage to both armies that had located in this area. Using the cloud of smoke and dust that the attack had caused Buu dove down from the skies and landed amongst another section of the Androids, but this time he drove a hand into the back of one’s head, shattering its skull and disabling it permanently at this point.

At this point he legend of the demon had a great deal of time to spread across the forces of Avalon and with the blast and then follow up slaughter of one Android the protectorate forces realized what was going on. Commanders, Generals and other officers called for retreat as they realized what exactly was going on here. Buu was here, the monster was going to slaughter something or should we say simply slaughter everything in his path. This was a clear sign that they were not needed here and more importantly it was a clear sign that their own forces were in trouble. The pink bubblegum monster was growing and becoming a symbol of terror. The defending forces respected what he had done in taking out the legions forces up to this point, but his methods were far from acceptable and had cost the military protecting Avalon a great deal of their own power and forces just from what was being called collateral damage.

The demon huffed with a bit of disappointment realizing he wasn’t allowed to directly attack Avalon units unless attacked first and his only way to kill them was through accidental damage. Buu turned and started punching, kicking and simply smashing his way through the forces of the Legion which had been underestimated in number to begin with and even after his blast seemed to be in hundreds at least. As he was putting down the machines though the entire battlefield was caught off guard when a space pod came crashing down in the middle of one of the fleeing Avalon forces, killing some and causing another billowing dust storm to kick up.

Buu turned his attention as the power he sensed from the pod was significant enough to cause a possible threat. From the dust stepped out a purely metallic figure with glowing blue lights around its eyes. After the machine took a few steps a layer of clothing and human like appearance took over the figure. The Avalon forces in the area assumed this was a Steel Legion machine and charged towards the female only to be slices to pieces by a blade that took the place of her arm suddenly. As she cut through the Avalon forces though her focus of her blue eyes seemed to be locked on the pink demon. Those foolish enough to attack her were put quickly out of their misery as she seemed determined to get to the demon one way or another.

Buu was clearly interested in that, but as he smashed through his back by one of the Androids and the machines hand came out through the area that would normally be a chest of the most humanoid. The monster looked down at the arm in his body and then over his shoulder at the Android. Quickly, he grabbed the arm and spun around snapping the arm right off as his body was freed arm in the process. The whole in his chest and back healed naturally as he looked at the robot that showed a sign of fear as it backed up slowly. Slowly, was a bad idea though and with a powerful blast of energy Buu cleared it and those around it out without much effort at all.

Turning his attention back to the female he was distracted once more before she vanished from sight and appeared near the monster before smashing another victim into the ground that was about to ambush Buu. The demon looked at her as she charged forward into a pack and from her arms came forth a burning wave of fire that was so intense that it seemed to melt the bodies of the androids. This act surprised the monster, but he was still not done with what he was doing to find out exactly what was going on here. He moved into the air quickly and blasted opposite of the female where he blasted away many of the other Steel Legion units just as this strange female seemed to mimic him and do the same. Together they made quick work of the remaining Steel Legion forces, but before much more could take place the demon teleported behind the female and kicked the head off of the last Steel Legion Unit. The two turned to face one another. Almost in synchronization, Buu tilted his head to the right as she tilted her head to the left, both of which seemed to be processing things. The in unison moved their heads to a straight up position as Buu glared at her with a sadistic look on his face while she remained stoic.

Without hesitation the female bowed her head respectfully, but the demon only raised his right hand putting his fingers in a scissor like position with his thumb pointing at her, “You take away Buu’s fun. Buu not like you for that. This was Buu’s game and Buu’s kills that not fun, but Buu make you...”

Before the demon could finish his words he felt a surge of energy from his own mind send his arm down away from an attacking position and could hear Menoetius in his mind, Buu I believe this might be the gift for you I was speaking of. While on Planet Frieza I was in contact with some authorities and met with a scientist during one of your trips to the Astral Realm. During my talks I convinced him to give you control of his greatest creation, his gift and I believe from the design and craftsmanship I see standing before you this is it. If I am right, then this machine should be programmed to follow your commands exactly and with all the ability she has to do so. She is now your weapon to use. Consider her a gift from the Planet Trade Organization for all that you have done for them up to this point in the war since they can’t pay you and more it would seem.

Buu no ask for this and why you do this. Buu no like Androids, Buu kill them all dead and they do nothing about it. Buu no like her. Buu kill her dead too!

The female standing before the demon clearly had no idea what was going on in Buu’s mind, but she spoke up, “Hello, Master Buu. My name is Alimony and I have been sent to you by my master to execute his wishes and help you bring pain, suffering and destruction to this Universe. I am your tool to command as you see fit and together we can…”

Before she could finish talking Buu raised his hand once more and fired the blast he was preparing right at her in point blank range. To his surprise though she quickly brought her hand up and smacked the beam away and into one of the few crippled, but still alive Steel Legion Androids with a deadly precision to her deflection skill. She moved slightly into a fighting stance, “If the master wishes this time to be a training session, then I am happy to oblige. I am created for combat situations and ultimately winning them.”

Buu glared at the female android standing before him, anger forming as he was trying to figure out exactly how he would kill her. Even though she seemed well aware of who the demon was, the pink bubblegum monster could not understand why she would ever want to fight him or why she would think a training session would ever be an option. When Buu fought it was for keeps and to kill whatever he was facing off against. She was his target now, Buu subtly shifted his weight getting ready to take off and strike out at this female, but before he could he once again felt a shock radiate in his body as Menoetius was clearly trying to stop him from acting.

Buu, you may not like it, but you will accept the gift. She is part of our team now. Just as your green cultivated life form and just as you and I are together she is part of our team. She referred to herself as Alimony and that is what we will call her. I can’t allow you to kill her without just cause. I spent a good amount of effort and time into being the one that her services were granted to and I can’t allow you to act against that. Accept that or else we are going to have many problems between the two of us. Menoetius declared, much more authoritative and assertive than the dark titan was normally with the pink demon.

Buu closed his eyes speaking only to Menoetius through his mind as smoke billowed out from his pores and anger began to boil within the monster, You no tell Buu what to do. Buu make deal with you that you no do that and Buu do what Buu want. Buu see no use for Android so Buu kill Android. You no like that you can leave Buu’s body for good!

Buu it is not like that at all. I am telling you that she has value and worth and you know it. You saw what she did against the Avalon warriors and you saw what she did against the Steel Legion forces. This is a gift from me to you for being so patient with me during this war. I promise you though that she will be worth every bit of benefit that you need from her. If you want have her test her ability on something, but don’t be stupid and throw away a good thing. She was created to follow instructions, destroy, and kill. She is the perfect fit for you and will be an asset for us in the upcoming times. Trust me on this and know that I wouldn’t have put in the time and effort that I did if I didn’t think this was a good fit. Menoetius was clearly starting to become frustrated, but his tone did not show it this time as he had calmed down and sounded much more respectful now than previously in the conversation.

Buu huffed with anger, but opened his eyes and looked back at Alimony who was still calmly standing in front of him waiting for something to happen. He saw a band of 20 Avalon Defenders out of the military functions and searching around the debris created by the monster and the Android simply trying to loot the bodies of the defeated without drawing attention to themselves. He struggled internally for a brief moment and then shook his head, “Buu give you chance to prove your worth. Buu think looters need to die. Kill them all dead and Buu trust you that you can work with Buu in the future and that Menoetius is right!”

“As you wish, it will be my pleasure.” Alimony stated before turning her head slightly and scanning the area to make sure she wasn’t going to miss any targets.

The pink monster watched as she took off in flight off the spot in front of him and methodically and calculating began to slaughter the looters in a string of ruthless murders. It was incredibly violent as limbs were removed blood splattered out everywhere and bodies torn to pieces with just a simple few and precise movements ending with a breath of flames that ignited whatever was left of the looters bodies and leaving no trace of what really happened here. As she finished Alimony flew back and landed in front of Buu once more, “The task is complete master. No survivors detected in the area now.”

Buu tilted his head to the left as he examined the female and then looked over the destruction she had caused in just a short amount of time. The group of looters was slaughtered in a way that actually reminded the pink demon of himself. She was much more cunning and subtle about her actions though than the pink monster had ever really been good at.

Menoetius couldn’t help after seeing what Alimony had done, but to interject once more, “Are you not impressed? I told you that she would be a huge asset for you in the future. In all honesty I can tell you liked what you have seen. How about you just agree to let her stick around for the time being? I believe that she will grow on you overtime.”

Never liking to accept the fact that the dark titan was right the demon already knew what he was saying was very likely to be accurate. This could very well be a good relationship, but the demon had one thing that he was going to need from her. His request though would be something that would end up causing him some grief in the future as things developed, “Buu keep you around as long as you help Buu kill things and destroy things. Buu need one thing though and that is for you to get a personality. Buu no like talking to machines because it remind Buu how much he hate machines.”

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Jinx sat in her room on campus flipping through the Avalonian News channels one after one. Oh, how bored she was! She glanced to the table at her books and tablet. Her school work was done for the week, Anna was missing from the house. Probably visiting with Simon or Lisa. She didn't know. She pushed the channel button on the remote again and sat up as the flat screen became fuzzy with static before lines began to scroll through the screen. A woman's voice came over the channel in what sounded like a panic.

"So as you can see, the Avalon Defenders... " Static cut through, forcing Jinx to edge closer to the end of her bed. "It is a total loss!" Line after line of gray scrolled along the length of the smooth glass. "Who is.." Jinx crawled her way to the table in horror as a scene flashed across. It was some sort of battle field. People lay torn apart everywhere. There was so much blood.

Some sort of pink monster looking thing was shown flashing across the screen, then a strange looking woman. Screams could be heard as the channel went off air. Something was going on somewhere on Avalon, and it didn’t seem very safe.

A chill raced up Jinx’s spine as she flipped the television off and walked slowly to the front door of the little three bedroom house she shared with her friends. Greenish gold eyes shifted slowly across the campus as ping after ping of strange energy slithered across her skin and deep into her very core. Oh yes, something horrible had happened somewhere near there. She just wasn’t too sure as to how far away it was.

Without much hesitation, a thought crossed her mind. What if it was military? Could the saiyans be involved? Her father? She had to find Anna! Maybe Simon would know, after all he was a teacher there, surely the teachers knew something. She dashed across the campus in search for her friends.


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