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The Right Hand Man; Rem & Vash
Topic Started: May 14 2015, 02:27 AM (365 Views)
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Title: The Right Hand Man

Location: Ruins of Cauldron/Suicide Station

Difficulty: Hard

Description: Crap. It seems the Saiyan Investor Siberius had assassinated has a son; and that son is a rather powerful member of the Saiyan Military. Someone has overheard in the bar that this son is coming to pay Siberius a visit. Being as you are now his number 1 goon, Siberius has asked you to take a few of his guys and find out when and where this Saiyan is going to arrive. If at all possible, kill him before he even gets to Cauldron System.
(You do not have to travel anywhere to complete this quest, but may roleplay being wherever you choose to complete the quest).

Reward:
+1,000 zeni, +12 DP, +140 all stats, +12 Rp Credits.

Bonus: +2,000z

Requirement: Assuming Responsibility quest complete.
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Rem couldn’t deny he was in pain. Vash had unleashed some serious attacks against him in their battle. Adding the subsequent damage with the general deteriorated nature of his body thanks to the alcohol withdraws he was going through, it had been a rough day.

He stood before Vash now, one hand extended and clutching a blade that came to the Demons throat. What…. What should he do? For months he had allowed himself to be used by Siberius, doing things that would have been unthinkable back when he was a successful leader of the galaxys greatest team of Heroes and Paragons. But now? His woman, his best friends, and all of the people in the galaxy who still believed in him were hostages of Siberius. They lived lives under threat of execution should Rem disobey or break ranks.

Rem, of course, eventually would do just those things… He had been slowly trying to put together a plan. But Vash was forcing an acceleration on his plans. He still had no idea WHERE Jen, Paryl, and the others were being kept. How the hell could he begin his plan to overthrow Siberius when that fact was still so evident. He couldn’t… But Vash had pushed matters. Siberius was already growing suspicious and asking questions. If Vash didn’t disappear, things could only get worse, and the situation might become untenable. If Vash stayed, but stopped asking his questions it would only draw MORE suspicion, when he had been so adamant before. There was no way out of the situation that Rem could see, other than the safe and merciful dispatching of his old friend.

If Vash would not leave, could not stop asking questions, and dare not be asked to keep asking them… What choice did Rem have? He loved Jen. His Namekian students had stood beside him when there was no one else in the entire galaxy left to do so. How could he value Vash over them? Just because he was strong, could be used to help Rem in his war against his enemies? Would Rem, COULD Rem really trade a group of mid tier Namekians for an Elite Demon warrior, simply because he could make better use of him?

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Rem gave a shuddering breath and prepared to stab his sword deep into the back of his old friends neck. In another world, things could have, should have gone so differently. Now, however… Vash had to die.

“…Rem…” The Namekian ears heard the whisper of a word with confusion. Vash lay before him, and while not dead he surely was in no position to be conscious and speaking. There was also the problem that the voice was coming from behind the Namekian. A moment later there was a solid thudding sound, and a groan of pain.

The Namekian turned, eyebrows rising in confusion as he caught sight of a body lying on the floor a dozen feet away. It was a small, thin body- that much was obvious from the burlap type material that clung around it. Rems eyes widened as he saw the head. It was green, with two flaccid and pale looking antenna depressingly hanging over its ears. “The… hell?” Rem wondered. His sword disengaged from the demons neck, and Rem took a tentative step towards the fallen Namekian. It was so thin, and yet had the height of an adult. He couldn’t recall ever seeing a Namekian in such a state. Who was th…. “Shit…” He exclaimed, catching sight of a small scar at the tip of one antenna. There was only one person he knew who had a scar like that.

“P…Paryl?” Rem asked. His sword clattered to the floor and he rushed over, falling to the ground and pulling the limp form across his lap. Paryls eyes fluttered and then shot open. He looked so disoriented and confused for a moment, then locked his eyes on Rem’s face. His eyes widened, then he smiled a lazy, weak smile. “Found ya, boss…” Rem was amazed by how little Paryl seemed to weigh in his arms. “Thanks…. Thanks for powering up… We… we….” In the next moment Paryl was unconscious.

“Paryl!” Rem shouted, gingerly shaking his old friend. Rems energy levels were so low. He’d been saving his energy for the teleportation trip back to Suicide Station. He wasn’t completely sure he’d have enough power left to both heal his student, and then teleport BOTH of them out. Rem was momentarily paralyzed by indecision. The same sort of indecision he had been living with for months. Did he heal Paryl, and risk not being able to save Jen and the others? Was Paryls life worth it? He…. Rem didn’t know what to do. If he died, burning up in the sun, because he saved Paryl, how would he get Jen and the rest out? How useless would it be to heal Paryl, then have the two of them die together… But… if he didn’t heal him, how would he ever find out where the others were?

They were in the Cauldron system still, that was obvious. Knowing that fact alone meant Rem had a good chance of finding them without his students knowledge. Yes… Rem had to think long term. Had to think about the needs of the many, over the one. Paryl would understand. By getting to Rem, he had accomplished his mission. He had succeeded. He could die as a hero.

Just as Rem was convincing himself that nothing could be done to save the Namekian, his eyes caught sight of… Vash. Rem froze, like a deer in the headlights he froze. He’d… He’d made the same decision with Vash. He’d… he’d fought a death match with his last, best friend for the good of the many. Now, someone else was in the way of success.

Rem suddenly realized he was in a nightmare. A nightmare of pragmatism. One by one he would sentence everyone he knew to death, so that he could ‘save’ more of them. And slowly, the numbers of the dead would overwhelm those left alive until Rem had to continue sacrificing people, because he had gone too far and paid too much to stop… Until no one was left.

“Oh… Kami…. What have I… what am I….” Rem lay paryl back down on the ground and crawled a few feet away then. His stomach heaved, then roiled, and finally bile poured free of his guts and out his mouth. He puked in horror at himself, at his life… At the situation he found himself.
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Rem knew, in his mind, that he had to leave. Had to abandon these two brave warriors to a fiery death within Cauldrons sun. He had to teleport away so that he could rescue everyone else. But his mind…. “No!” Rem muttered, chunky spit accompanying the word. He rolled over onto into a sitting position once more and wiped his chin clean. “I won’t.” He decided then and there. It was all too much, and he couldn’t take the pressure of it anymore. People had to be saved. Decisions had to be made. Rem, however, was not the one to make them. He couldn’t. Not anymore.

Rem realized, at that moment, how broken he must be. How many years had he been like this? Had it begun in his last life? Is that why he had spent almost 1000 years in the Nexus, hiding away from the universe, giving up the fight after so many hard losses and deaths? Had it faded when he had reincarnated, and started again when he had gotten little Sammy’s father killed all those years ago? Later? Had it been the slow, inexorable whittling of the Old Tayou Knights, refusing to live in a universe that had passed them by, and throwing themselves into battle after unwinnable battle in order to simply be freed of the responsibility of life? Later?

Had his mind shattered when he had come back to the Milky Way galaxy to find the entire Justice League dead? Had it been held together through strength of will and stubbornness, but slowly the pieces drifted apart until he became what he was? Is that why he had insisted on coming to Cauldron? On HIDING here with Jen and the others, rather than returning to Namek, or Avalon, or Earth… Or had it just been too much when everything had fallen apart here? He wasn’t sure…

“I’m… broken.” Rem said aloud. There, he had admitted it. “I… I can’t do this anymore.” He spoke to himself, and to the fallen bodies that lay around him. “I can’t lead. I can’t… I can’t watch the people who trust me, who love me, who need me die anymore.” He sighed, and tears began to streak down his body. From deep within his soul came a mournful call that expelled itself out his mouth as a shrieking cry of pain and heartache and fear. “No… Fucking… More!” He screamed at the universe. “Take it away!!”

Rem cried, long and hard… And even as he realized that his personal pity party was only giving death more moments to claim the lives of his friends, did he cry harder. Even in failure and abject mental decimation, he failed.

Finally, he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed hold of Paryl, throwing him over a shoulder. He walked over towards where Vash lay and placed the Namekian beside him. “I give up.” Rem whispered simply, knowing that what he was about to do was useless. The three of them were going to die in a plasmatic fire, unless of course they suffocated to death first- which was a real possibility.

Rem placed a hand on each of his friends chest and channeled all of his remaining energy. Green light flooded the destroyed warehouse remnants. Moments passed, and Rem pushed everything he had into them. Just before he fell unconscious from power loss, he stopped. He tripped over his own feet as he tried to back away and fell to his ass. From there, he scooted back until he was against a mangled forklifts corpse.

Vash was the first to stir. “You… can kill me.” Rem said simply. “I… deserve it. I’m sorry.”

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The demon was falling, slowly rotating in mid air like a rotisserie chicken, unable to stop his speedy descent. Surrounded by absolute nothingness, he continued to spiral down the pitch black void, left alone with nothing but thoughts and memories. The voices of the lives he had taken, some of them innocent, casualties of his reckless destruction. They were shouting, screaming his name. The sounds were beating at his mind like a bass drum, rhythmic but painful against his cerebrum. He wanted to shut them out. He needed them to be silenced.

Vash had grown into some kind of monster he no longer recognized. Once a beacon for light and hope, a keystone piece in the Justice League, he would stand up for the weak and the down trodden. Now, those same people he used to protect disgusted him to his core. There was no room in his life for weakness. He was callous and cold, and reveled in his new found lease on life. Nothing would get in the way of his goals. He had no loved ones, no friends, only his own selfish wishes and his strength were the crutches he leaned upon.

The voices were slowly beginning to numb now. Slothfully moving to the back of his mind, mere afterthoughts. As his body continued to rotate, it evened out, facing the direction of which he plummeted. A tiny head of light at the end of the hopeless tunnel began to grow as he approached. Faster and faster it came into view as a large lake of blood red water. Waves rippled violently, the details becoming more and more fine as he drew closer. Vash threw his arms up over his face in a X pattern, bracing himself for the inevitable plunge into the lake below.

Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened. Everything was fuzzy and blurred, but slowly returning to focus. He grunted, and his body definitely resisted the effort, but he managed to sit upright. One hand raised to his temple, trying to suppress the insufferable throbbing.

"You... Can kill me..." Rem had whimpered. He said something else, but there was a loud ringing beating the hell out of his ear drums, and he couldn't quite make it all out, except for the word sorry.

Vash turned to face his friend, not even noticing the other Namekian laying on the ground beside him. "What the hell are you talking ab--" his sentence cut off as a barrage of images flooded his mind. There has been an extremely brutal fight between the two of them. As the bout progressed in memory, Vash was certain Rem had killed him.

Then, he remembered the Electro Eclipse Bomb. Vash had fallen unconscious, and was sure that if Rem had survived he would have finished the demon off for good. The things Rem had said... The harsh attacks exchanged by both hands... There's no good reason why I should be alive right now, Vash thought as his eyes narrowed in confusion. Then he realized the truth. Rem had healed him.

Even if by some miracle, Vash was alive by his own accord, he surely wouldn't be able to move, let alone sit upright. His body aches from head to toe, sure, but some of his pain had been alleviated. Rem had to have healed him, it was the only explanation.

Vash reached over and punched Rem in the shoulder, hard. "Who the fuck are you?" He questioned, raising his voice. "The Rem I know would never allow someone he was fighting to the death to live... Let alone HEAL them?!" The Namekian that sat beside him with a sullen look on his face couldn't have been any more of a stranger.

Finally, Vash noticed the Namekian beside him, still flat on his back. He had begun to stir, but wasn't quite conscious yet. Vash was disgusted with Rem and his newfound pathetic prowess. No, this certainly was not the warrior he once admired and would have given his own life for.

His azure eyes turned skyward, towards what little remained of the roof of the warehouse. The sun was a lot closer than he had remembered... This can't be good, he thought as a gulp sent his Adam's apple up and down in his throat. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, it was getting warmer. "We're going to crash into the sun aren't we?" Vash asked, staring at the still moping Rem. "Well, what are you still doing here? Grab your friend and get out of here!"

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The defeated look on Rem's face said it all. He was completely wiped out. Between the fight and the healing, he had to have used up everything he had. Vash was brought back from the brink of death, but that wasn't enough to get the three of them off of this rock before it crashed into the sun.

"You fucking idiot, you've wasted your own life, and for what? Trying to relieve your guilt?" Vash got to his feet and looked at Rem in the face. "Some sort of self fulfilling prophecy? What the hell happened to you I... I just don't get it? Where's the fire that once burned brighter than that sun that's about to kill us all? Where's your goddamn nut sack?"

Come to think of it, Vash wasn't exactly sure if Namekians had genetalia, but Rem knew what he meant. Vash took a couple of steps closer to the remnants of what used to be Rem. "I may regret doing this, but..." Vashs hand raised, his palm level with Rem's forehead. "This might just help us live to see another day. Plus, I'm interested to see if the Rem I know is in there, somewhere." Vashs fingers lit up, each digit like it was holding a tiny flame. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Brace yourself, this... Is definitely going to be painful." The demon pressed his open palm flat against Rem's forehead, and began burning the Majin curse mark onto it.

The act of Majining another being... It was something Vash had never done before, but was a quality hard wired into his very core. It bound the fates of two souls together, as well as provided a little extra boost of strength. It may come back to bite him in the ass, but Vash had little choice at this point, but it beat melting as he crashed into a sun. Self preservation was the name of his game.

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Rem roared in pain as his forehead began to melt. At least that was the sensation he seemed to be feeling. The process, whatever it was, didn’t take too long however. Momentarily, Rem was panting, looking up to see the same evident expended effort from Vash’s visage as well. “What…” Rem began to ask, not sure what had happened, or why Vash had done it. It was then, however, that something seemed to click over within the Emerald skinned warrior.

Rem was suddenly the unexpecting train, traveling down a certain path with all the assurety of where it led, unaware that another force had activated the rail switch and would send him hurtling off to an unknown and terrifying destination. “Huh.” Rem commented then with realization and a stunned blankness. “Well, that’s… Different.” He casually got to his feet, body moving fluidly and fast. “Sexy Different.”

Rem looked around at the warehouse with new eyes. It was wrecked, ruined. They obviously couldn’t stay here. Not with it leaking oxygen into space like a busted water pipe. “Just… do a little clean up…” Rem muttered to himself, and bent to one knee. Energy began to pulse within the Namekians upraised right hand. Moments passed and it got stronger and stronger.

“Rem what are you…” Vash began to ask.

“Shhh…” Rem brought his free hand to his mouth, placing one finger before it and blowing between his teeth. “Watch this shit..” The energy pulses began to get bright, to come faster. “KAMARAAA!” Rem roared, turning his palm down and unleashing the pure blast of his new power. Light subsequently blinded them. Moments later, as the light faded away…. Rem gave a satisfied ‘Humph” at his own power display. He now floated in zero gravity, a barrier around him holding in a bit of precious oxygen so he didn’t suffocate. The asteroid, the warehouse was gone. Incinerated in a single blast of power. “I am fucking awesome.” Rem said, then looked over to Vash and Paryl.

“Oh…. Right…” Paryl was apparently fully conscious again, because he was mirroring Vash at that particular moment. Both were grasping their throats, eyes bulging, faces growing redder and more… explodey looking. Rems head cocked to the side. He had never actually watched decompression shatter a head before. He wondered what it looked like… He decided against finding out just then. “I’ll watch it happen to someone I like a little less.” He rationalized. It would have been so fun though… “I guess you guys want to come into my air bubble of awesomesauce?” Rem asked them, knowing his voice wouldn’t carry beyond the confines of his own barrier. “Come on, speak up.” He said, holding one hand to his ear and miming for them to scream louder.

Laughing, Rem finally pushed out with his arms, expanding the barrier so the other two fighters were within it.
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“God DAMN IT.” Vash shouted, or tried to, a few seconds later through chattering, purple lips. “What the FUCK?” His eyes were blazing and accusing as he met Rems.

Rem shrugged, “Oh quit you’re bitching. No harm done.” Rem looked over to Paryl who was still gasping a bit. Apparently he had sucked in a lot of… nothing’.

“Well?” Vash asked. “Teleport us out of this shit.” His hands gesticulated wildly at space.

Rem sighed and floated forward, grabbing Vash by one arm. “Hold onto Paryl.” He said, and waited while the two moved closer in the zero gravity environment. Rem placed two fingers from his other hand to his head and began to concentrate. He focused on his apartment back on Suicide Station. Momentarily, his body began to vibrate, then stopped rather anticlimactically. “Huh…” He muttered. Rem took a breath and tried again, almost appearing to take a shit as he tried to will the three of them back to the station. “So.. anyone want to volunteer to die a gruesome explodey space death?” Rem asked, opening his eyes. “APPARENTLY, blowing up that asteroid left me with just too little power to teleport all three of us. I can probably manage two. Probably.”

Paryl and Vash looked at one another, sizing each other up it seemed just in case Rem wasn’t kidding. From the way he was acting, it was possible he wasn’t. “So… no volunteers… OH!” Rem suddenly got a fantastic idea. “This might work…” Quickly, he dug into a pocket and drew out a five pack of Dynocapsules. He drew two out and pressed their activation buttons. Two swords were suddenly floating end over end in front of him. “Where’s a Professor Oak transfer station when you need it…” Rem grumbled. Without explaining what he was doing, he grabbed one of the swords, then turned his back to the other men. He found Suicide Station, a long ass distance away. He pulled back, and then flung the sword forward with all his might. “Don’t wanna lose these things…” Rem explained, grabbing the second sword, lining up his shot again, and making another of the longest dart game throws in history.

“Now…” Rem said, rolling the ball joint of his shoulder as if he was a major league pitcher. “Who wants to be Charmander?” Without waiting or explaining, Rem depressed the button on each of the dyno capsules once more, and threw them at Vash and Paryl. There was an explosion of inexplicable smoke which dissipated quite climactically.

“YES!” Rem shouted at the sight of two floating, spinning capsules and no super powered warriors. “Two captures, one throw. I should be a Gym Trainer.” Rem said, then realized he was speaking to himself. Shrugging, he grabbed the capsules with one hand, then placed the other to his head and concentrated. “Oh yeah, much eas…” he began. “ier…” he finished, back within his apartment on Suicide Station.

Rem looked at the two capsules then, preparing to let the two men loose. A mischievous smile crossed his lips however. “I could do with a nap…” With that, he placed the caps on his nightstand, kicked off his boots and removed his armor… And lay down.


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Hours later, Rem was awakened by a feeling that he wasn’t alone. He sensed the energy signals and instantly knew who it was. “Why, Lord Siberius. What a pleasure to see you at this hour.” The Namekian swung his legs over the side of the bed, and looked up to the Icer and his two large Kanassan minions.

Siberius seemed to detect a difference in the Namekian. A look of suspicion covered his face, and he looked around. His expression changed to disgust and contempt as he saw dozens of bottles and cans spread across the room. Plates of moldy food decorated the room at various intervals as well. It was rather disgusting, to be completely honest. “Where is Barnak?” He asked.

Rems brow rose in surprised confusion. “I’m not sure what you’ve heard, bro… But expecting to find Barnak in my bed, with me, is really rather stupid. Not my type.” Rem rose then, scratching under one arm as he moved towards the fridge, completely ignoring the henchman that half blocked his way.
“The fuck is that on your forehead.” Siberius asked. Rem grimaced. Thaaat could be a problem.

Rem pressed one hand to his head as if trying to figure out what it was by touch, then turned. “I don’t recall much of what happened last night, man. Could be a tattoo, could be sharpie. All depending on who I was with and how big an asshole they are.” Rem decided to change the conversation, “Look, I gotta shower and start my runs for the day. I don’t know where your lapdog is, if I see him I’ll tie a bell on ‘em and send em back to you, alright?” Rem turned an annoyed look on Siberius, crossed his arms, and waited.

“…. Right. Make sure you do that.” Siberius said simply, then turned on his heels and strode out- forcing his henchmen to scurry to catch up.

Pissed off, rem strolled over to his night stand, grabbed the dynocapsules, and presed their buttons before dropping them. Momentarily, Vash and Paryl were standing before him. They didn’t look amused. “Hey gu… Ophhhh” Rem expelled, slamming back into a wall from the force of the punch Vash unleashed against his mouth.

“God DAMN IT!” Vash shouted, raising his arm again and starting to bring it down towards Rem again. The Namekian, prepared now, caught the fist in the palm of his hand. He began to twist. His other hand moved forward to press against Vash’s chest. Energy began to spark within it.

“That was a mistake, bro.” Rem hissed into Vash’s face. “I’ll finish what we started right here, right fucking now.”

“Stop.” Vash said simply, eyes catching Rems.

Rem scoffed, of course he wasn’t going to just ‘stop’….. He bounced off the wall behind him once more a moment later. He realized that, inexplicably, he had released Vash’s hand, and stopped charging the beam he was about to fire into his chest. Why the fuck had he done that…

Blood dripped down Rem’s mouth and nose now. “SON OF A BITCH!” Shouted the Namekian, raising his hands together to fire some energy dans into the fuckers face.

“Stop!” Vash shouted, then kicked Rem in the gut.

Again, Rem was surprised to discover that he had stopped charging energy, and his arms were down at his side. WHAT THE FUCK! He thought yet again…

In the next instant Vash was gone from sight. Rems vision swam. He heard the sounds of scuffling, and looked over to see Paryl and Vash grappling on the floor. Rem realized he could see himself in a full length mirror across the room. There was… something on his forehead after all. It wasn’t a burn mark like he had thought, from when Vash had given him demon power.

The Namekian rose and stepped over the two wrestling fighters, mouth opening in agape as he came to stand inches before the mirror. There, evident on his head was a stylized M. He had seen that mark before, knew exactly what it meant.

Rem turned, eyes horrified and dangerous. He grabbed both Vash and Paryl with his mind and thrust out with his arms in a ‘mind push’. The two slammed into the same wall Rem had, and hung there- feet six inches off the floor. Vash opened his mouth and began to say something, but Rem mentally grabbed his jaw and closed it. “What… What did you DO to me?” Rem shoutasked.

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Silence stretched in the room for a bit, the two warriors unable to actually talk. Rems mind worked fast. He was a demon spawn now. He… he was evil. He was… Well, was he? The Namekian cocked his head to the side and thought. He hadn’t really don’t anything evil… He hadn’t killed anyone. Hell, he hadn’t even murderized Siberius, and that fucker had been standing right in front of him. Surely if he was evil, he’d seem more evil. He’d know he was evil? “Hmm..” He thought aloud. He must be too strong for it, that was it. His mental prowess and near godlike powers kept him from being subsumed by the demonic energies and doing bad things. Okay… okay… he calmed down then, relaxing his shoulders. He could deal with this. Hell, he could already tell that he was much stronger, this was rather nice, actually.

Paryl sudden slipped a bit, and then fell to his feet. “Where’s Jen, we’re getting out of here.” Rem looked at Vash, considered, then looked back to Paryl- leaving the demon hanging on the wall.

Paryl looked at Rem’s mark in suspicion. He knew what it was too. He seemed a bit more tentative than usual when he spoke, as if walking on egg shells- trying not to piss Rem off. Rem accepted it. It would just take Paryl a while to accept that Rem wasn’t a raving psycho. It’d happen, in time.

“We’ve been held near the core. Its pretty much all that remains intact of old Cauldron, a large section of the core. For the first few months they were using us to mine rare earth elements and diamons and the such that can be found in a planets core. But… something happened. A month ago they essentially tossed us in a dungeon and left us to rot. We don’t work, and barely get fed anymore. A couple of our people overheard some guards and others talking. They went too deep is the general consensus. The core has destabilized, and is slowly going into some sort of nuclear fission or… I’m not even sure.” Paryl took a breath then.

“We can’t just leave, Rem. As much as I want to get the fuck out of here on the Quixote and never look back, something serious is going on. If that core goes, the entire system will go with it- including thousands of innocent people. That might not even be the end of it. There was talk about a daisy chain effect, and more planets erupting with power enough to cause multiple Supernova’s. If what we heard was correct, a massive portion of Keliouxan space could end up getting completely destroyed.”

Rem listened in. “Why don’t they just get help from Avalon and the PTO?”

“Siberius is trying to keep it quiet. Profits and tourism will drop if suddenly everyone knows this system is in danger of exploding. The worst part is that… word HAS gotten out. Apparently, theres a Saiyan Fleet on the way right now to stop the progress the scientists Siberius brought in to stop it. They’re going to purposely cause the Core to blow, and try to take out Siberius AND a huge chunk of Keliouxan space.”

“Picked a terrible week to quit drinking.” Rem muttered aloud. Without looking at him, Rem released Vash. The Namekian grinned at the sound of vashs rump hitting the floor and his subsequent “oomph”.

“So…” Rem said to the room at large. “Rescue a few score Namekians and Vagril prisoners, keep a quarter of the galaxy from blowing up, and stop a Saiyan Attack Fleet. Must be Tuesday.”

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Rem sighed, then grinned. Finally, he had a real purpose and real enemy again. For the first time in a long time he had a clear path to follow. No more sitting around on his ass, hemming and hawing like some jackass, hoping everything would turn out alright just because he needed it too. No… He could save people, a fuckload of people, today. And kill some others. That would be therapeutic.

The Namekian strolled over to a cabinet and opened a small drawer. He rummaged around a bit before finding a small leather pouch. He opened it, and then tossed a senzu bean to each of his compatriots. They were going to need all of their power if they were going to do this- not ust what a short nap could give. He took one for himself and downed it quickly. “Theres a weapons locker over there if you need anything.” Rem said, pointing to a brown, wooden chest at the foot of his bed. For himself, he moved around the room, picking up discarded bits of armor and gear and putting them on. Thinking he was forgetting something, he recalled his two missing swords. Mentally, he did some math and… “oh fuck it..” he said, focused… And then ripped the weapons from space with an effort.

They appeared in either of his hands in the next instant. He retrieved the two dynocpasules from where they lay on his bed, and within a few moments was stuffing them back into the 5 pack case he carried. He put his senzus in a pocket as well.

He found his blasters soon after, and stuffed them into each of their holsters on his lower back. It all took about five minutes, mostly because everything was so damned scattered and he had to retrieve it. Paryl, looking much better but still so damned painfully thin from months of malnurishment, and Vash were ready and actually sitting, looking bored by the time the Namekian strode in front of them and stopped.

“Boys and girls, it’s time to go to work.” He said with a grin.

The core of the planet was surrounded by dozens of large asteroids it turned out. They had contained large work crews who had been excavating and mining it for the last couple years. Now, most of them were empty with the workers laid off without much explanation. The slaves, of course, were still there- not much care given to what happened to them. Paryl, unfortunately, wasn’t sure exactly which of the asteroids the crew of the Quixote was stashed on. They tended to move around in their orbits around the core, and he had never actually gotten a look at it from the outside anyway. It seemed the only way Rem was going to be able to find his woman and his people was to get close and sense for them. The core put up way too much interference for him to do it from here. He had tried before, and had come to the conclusion months ago that his people must be out of the cauldron system simply because he could not sense them. This, however, seemed to make more sense.

Rem realized he needed to make a call before they left, and did so with speed. Quickly, he called up Dentas and filled him in on what was going on. Willing to help, but unsure on how to stop a run away planetary core, Rem asked the man if he had contacts with weapon smugglers. Then, put him in contact with Minho. The plan was pretty simply… Minho would siphon away some cash from some neglected accounts of Siberius, and Dentas would use that cash to purchase a ton of mines, which the small ships and crews of the Cauldron Survivor Corps could lay in the path of the arriving Saiyans.

It wasn’t much of a defense, but it would have to do as a start. The rest would be up to Rem, Vash, and Paryl… It was beginning to feel almost as if they had the only gang back together again. Minus, you know, most of the team...

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