Post by Elder Council on Jun 17, 2020 0:07:35 GMT -5
Participants: Jordan, Shell, Walid, Yua, Garou, Joseph, Raiosu, Anna, Yakumo, Yan Cass Length: 1800 words each (900 per soul if multiple involved) Reward: Easy Quest + Official Saga Bonuses Description:
Arriving on Toffit, you must make sure to suppress your power to avoid detection from the forces on the other side of the planet. There are ruins scattered around the area - abandoned forts and towers that once belonged to the Kais. Your search is for some kind of entrance into the catacombs below. Feel free to interact with the others that have chosen this path. You should all be together at the entrance when everyone is done.
o it had all begun. The Council, the planet, this whole mess kicked off. Yua already knew that this was not the time to mess around, nor was it the time to play dumb. She already had actions in place, but this was not going to be easy. She had arrived on the planet not long ago, without her armor to clank around and make noise. As an android, she normally didn't care how much of her power showed, but she had brought out her transformation just in case. The android suppressed her power down just in case. It wouldn't be unlikely that someone, after all this time, had made something that could detect her power. As the android moved slowly along the jungle area, she started to understand why this mission would be more difficult. If the old maps in her database were right, then there was more than one way to get to where she wanted to go. Avalon didn't send her, this Paladin had chosen to go on her own.
But where would the Council, or those that remained, have gone? She placed a hand out and summoned her morphing weapon, and scratched into the dirt as she kept a vigil out the routes on the dirt. Did Yan get her message? It was likely he got it, but did he want to come? Yua wouldn't force The Monkey. She only hoped that there were others to come with her. This might be a suicide attempt, oblivion, this might even have been a trap. However, Yua needed to do something. She didn't have the patience nor the nervousness that came with a simple purpose as "information gathering". She'd given that up, given up her Maker's face. Yua felt now that she had sacrificed what made the android before. So now she found herself in a new situation: one that she had crafted for herself.
“What a task this’ll be,” she muttered to herself. The android looked up and around and dared to use her sensors on the near area. If she found a group clustered together near where the map showed an entrance, then she could move there. Yua was sure Yan might already know where to go though.
It was a night devoid of sound, not one of peace- one of contempt. There was a chill in the air, as if something was off...far off course within the boundaries of this realm. A cricket could be heard chirping onward like a bewildered violinist, running a tune similar to a somber and cursory tone. A soft breeze picked Jordan's ivory cloak off the grass and brazen his boots lightly- it was then he could feel the barriers in his mind being tested...someone wanted to communicate with him, one of godly familiarity. The half-breed took in a deep breath, filling his lungs to full capacity, and let it out as the oxygen gave him a nice reprieve before answering the proverbial "door".
"At last Jordan! What took you so long? Why do you have your mental barriers up anyways? That's not the point, forget I asked! The universe needs you! We need you! There is a grave situation going on right now and the Council of Elders are in grave danger, you owe them your services!
The rogue elite could feel the rampant emotion coursing through his telepathic link with his old friend and it wasn't his typical jovial self. Something of merit would be the only reason the old blue man would call him. He had spent so much time with the Kai's and learned so much, not to mention the council...which could only be one he was referring to. A Celestial court is what would be worrying one like King Kai. Jordan waited to reply for a brief moment as he took in the feel of the air and the emotional distress of his old companion and sensei.
"Since time is of the essence, fill me in on the situation King Kai- the air around Dekalb, it's as if there is something effecting it's typical liberation. I am all ears.
All of a sudden a primordial rift opened in front of the warrior's emerald orbs, and out through it- three Celestials clad in battle armor! Not your typical armor of those emboldened by the light- no, it was from a more demonic and sinister blight. The tree's began to dance as a swirling wind riveted their roots. The earth shook as the dimensional rift caused a quake of small, but just enough, to disrupt the calamity of the surrounding area. Like that of a pack of wolves, the three encircled the half-breed warrior- it was at that time, his telepathic link was cut off and the beings before him drew upon their ancient blades!
A crimson-like aura surrounded the weapons as their owners gripped the hilts tightly; a hint of malice could be felt through the half-breed warrior's coursing blood, it seemed these were no allies of the Kai's. Jordan grasped his cloak round his neck and flung it into the air, the ivory sheet fluttered and flapped and hovered - briefly - above the beings below. Sickly-yellow orbs flashed behind the slits of the ancient armor adorned on all three of the celestial warriors. Anger and wrath, the feeling was undeniable.
"Well, I take it you aren't here for a tour of this wonderous planet...do I at least have the honor of knowing the three of your names- or will I have to beat them out of you"?
The being behind our hero pressed into his haunches and jet toward Jordan in a lightning display of speed and silence! As the assault began, the other two warriors were feeding ki into their swords- the power beginning to swell to levels not meant for mortal foes. Jordan danced his way with his assailant and let his mind reach out and feel and flow with the tempo of his pursuer! It was a magnificent dance, his: legs, arms, body and head going about a display of divine control and grace! Our hero could feel the two fueling their power into their weapon- he bit down and grinded his teeth. He didn't care for weapons. It was then he found an opening and all at once he unleashed his power concurrently to seventy-five percent of his elevated state! His palm was facing forward with knuckles curled, turning white, as a flood of golden energy flashed into existence!
Sparks of crimson and sapphire hued energy fused within the golden light, and as soon as it was formed...it was unleashed into the opened chest of his attacker! A beam struck hard and through the sternum of the unfortunate, and nameless, celestial- silver liquid burst from the being back and saturated the ground beneath the lifeless corpse. Jordan watched the warrior fall to his knees and slide toward him, the half-breed sidestepped the dead celestial and allowed him to meet the ground with a lifeless thud. Like a bloodied sack of potatoes falling from the back of an old F-150. Jordan's senses spiked, the two primordial beings attacked in an outrage of their fallen comrade!
Again the dance begun, this time Jordan picked up the pace and used his bracers to parry- sparks of crimson light seemed to intertwine and battle with sparks of the rogue-elite's own blue-ish and golden energy! Our hero countered and struck out like a vindicated cobra! His attacks were precise and his blows were fierce. The three beings were a blur in the clearing- the trees bending against their corrosive power! The sky over head had cumulated into a dark grey and upbeat scene! Lightning struck down as if in cadence with the clashes of the inhumane bout that was occurring. Titans were in a fierce struggle and it seemed as though the planet might very well split into three...
Vehement Beings, Now Rest for All of Time...
Silver-soaked digits released their prey, a lifeless celestial casually thrown toward the remaining member that had come to kill our forlorn hero. Jordan watched as the one-armed being in blood-soaked and dented armor thrust his sword in the ground- putting his weight upon it to muster enough strength to keep vigil. The rogue-elite wiped his chin, crimson blood and dirt wiped onto his greaves. Emerald orbs flashed as he opened his lids and gazed upon the last immortal before him.
Jordan slowly made his way, reaching out an outstretched hand toward the battle-weary fiend. The gravity seemingly contorting and shifting on the back of the- now kneeling - celestial. The rogue elite cracked his neck and closed the distance, muttering in the ancient language to keep the technique heavy on his foe.
"Now, you will tell me of all your secrets. I imagine your mind is as feeble as your flesh. You won't prevail. I promise you this".
Ruined Planet Trade Organization outpost seemed to crumble under the great battle of primordial beings. An outlandish plight were going at one another blow for blow amid a vast forest. A blinding light, a scorched being, a giant draconian and remnants of elders past were scattered and sealed into a holy place...The skies were torn, the planet ablaze, horns were blowing and creatures were snarling! The consecrated forest, Toffit, was in dyer need of salvation.
As Jordan delved deeper into the cortex of his foe, his grip around the celestial's throat tightened all the more. He could feel his fingernails now digging into his divine dermas. The half-breed continued to chart and note the planet and the ongoing war that seemed to be going on. It was then he felt their presence. Almost on the other side of the planet. Our hero grinned, his mind releasing his foe- gave one final tug- and felt the body go limp and lean against his legs. It seemed the council, King Kai, had referred to were old friends from Toffit. The weather seemingly relented and a peace came over the clearing- only three beings lay dead in the rich earth.
The rogue-elite was desperately needed, some sort of coup had begun. He would answer the call. Raising his hand to his belt, he pushed on a button and began to speak to the four winds...
"Ready my battle attire. I am needed urgently on Toffit".
Arriving on the Scene
The mood was dark and the shadows were at peace, Jordan looked about and kept his power suppressed. His golden locks were covered by the hood on his ivory cloak. A planet was emblazon in war. All signs of life were either engaged in battle or fleeing the planet. Jordan looked about with his emerald orbs of solace. It seemed he were on the other side of the planet toward a place he received from the mind of the dead he just had left on Dekalb.
I can feel such power and magic's. It is unreal what is happening here. We must tread carefully. The entirety of the heavens and hells seem to be about in a display of which I cannot remember to have occurred in mine own lifetime little one. I feel we may have bitten off more than we should've, where did that blue little Kai go to? Shouldn't he have contacted us by now...I do think we might've come to this place a bit early little one.
Jordan gave a smirk, his kindred-spirit had every reason to be somewhat bothered. As the powers on the planet were insanely grotesque in not only raw power but the feel of their presence were full of cold and frivolous note. Blood-soaked and cursory. The warrior only felt the tingle of his Saiyan heritage swell within him. He quieted Andrasta, there was another present. Not one of fleshly-make, one of an artificial flavoring. Perhaps it were an old friend- Vlad. The warrior decided to come out of the darkness and confront the artificial being...
f course a Paladin Knight would come to the call of Courage. Oceanic blue eyes scanned the area, taking note of the more powerful beings on the other side of the planet. The biological saiyan saw it fit to keep her power in check, simmering it down to match that of the fauna itself. It was with relative ease that Anna brushed through the vegetation, her ebony armor meeting little resistance to the vines and the branches in-front of her. She first found herself coming out of the end of forest and could see a fort before her. It was abandoned and age became its greatest enemy. The make of the building was crumbling every minute, and Anna could see right into it from the eroded wall.
With ease she cleared the wall with a single hop and landed on the other end. From within the fort the saiyan woman could see buildings which were ready to cave in upon touch. It was a shame that these forts that were scattered had become ancient ruins. Who knew what kind of weaponry or schematics were about these forts. It would be difficult to unearth such mysteries, and it was not Anna’s will to do so. No. She was in search of an entrance to the catacombs where the Elder’s would be trapped.
“Was it really the only thing they could have done? Trap themselves?” Anna had to remember this was all speculation, however. Words from a Kai historian were being taken as law, and it didn’t sit well with the paladin knight. However, she still found herself here on Toffit, following a lead given by someone who speculated. It was a calculated risk, and it threw her and everyone who dared to come to this side of the planet, into the battlefield.
Anna knew that Damaskia had some ties with the rogue Elder Aubriel and the Primordial being and it worried her. It worried her because of Yan. There relationship was passed the politics of this world. She was a Paladin Knight and he was a Commander of the Shadowguard. Such a relationship would have its strains, yet still the dysfunctional couple brushed it off like it was nothing. This was a test to how the politics would twist them.
Anna knew Yan. She didn’t expect him to be interested in this. She felt her worrying was empty and with a shake of her head, swirling her pink hair about, she dismissed the thoughts. She pushed past the fort and walked past towers and she found herself back into the botany and pushing on. That had to be her fourth fort and seventh tower, yet an entrance had yet to have shown itself.
“I wish I had a GPS location. Being part android has its perks, but.. a machine still needs to have some input. Geez, I can’t say I’m lost, because I don’t even know where the destination i--” Anna stopped as she came close to breaking a clearing. From the tree line, her blue eye pierced the shadows and was had eyes on two beings.. The first person was hooded with an pearl cloak while the other one was a woman without armor. Anna did not want to assume anything, and wanted to remain hidden.
But if they could sense her and she did remain hidden, she could have been perceived as a threat. Despite lowering her presence, you could never really bring it down to nothingness, unless you were an android like the girl had to have been. Anna took a chance. She broke from the woods and into the clearing to greet the two.
Static crackled quietly in the dark of The Interloper's captain's quarters. A muted screen displayed the GNN's most recent broadcast, the pale light too weak to even cast a shadow. As the broadcast continually looped, Garou unfurled himself from the sheets of his cot. Soft linens fell to the cold metal floor with a light puff and the Zoran yawned softly, his moist breath fogging up the screen. According to the urgent newscast, an entire planet had become engulfed in war: Toffit, the homeworld of the Celestials, had been assaulted by the forces of someone named Aubriel. Battle had ravaged the planet's surface, leaving Toffit's Elder Council trapped within one of their own temples. Garou had scoffed at the predicament, all too clear in his displeasure with the gods. But as the fighting drew to a stalemate, the Zoran saw an incredible opportunity unfurling amidst the galactic-scale conflict.
From across the galaxy, Garou traveled to Toffit to join the fray. He couldn't have cared less about the council or the Kais, coming with only one reason in mind: his revenge on Bishamonten. The temple was certain to have many secrets, items and information that would not be available to the Zoran under normal circumstances. The celestial specialists speculated about information hidden in ancient tomes on Kelioux, but Garou was more interested in scouting out the temple himself. If he could find an entrance somewhere, he may have been able to attain information on the gods of the universe. More specifically, information on how to kill a god.
As his ship closed in on the Celestial's planet, Garou gradually suppressed his energy to the point where a normal scouter could mistake him for local wildlife. Infiltrating the temple would mean sneaking past the occupying forces, making the ability to hide his presence vital. The Zoran donned his usual martial arts uniform, muted colors of black, navy, and grey providing a natural camoflauge under low-light conditions. The Interloper landed in a grove, hidden by forestation under the shroud of night. Silent footsteps traced a path from the small clearing to the edge of the wood, the White Wolf's vision consumed by a massive structure hewn from amber stone.
He stalked through the night, drawing closer to the great temple that had called him here in the first place. No energy signature showed up on the Zoran's visor, but he could see a few individuals gathered several dozen yards away. From a distance, Garou wasn't certain he recognized any of them, but there was something undeniably familiar about the cloaked man. Keeping low, he drew closer still, hoping to overhear any conversation going on and identify the small crowd as either friend or foe.
The news had been coming through the GNN frequently about all that was going on with Planet Toffit. It appeared they were in a straight up civil war of sorts and it was filled with crazy explosions and powerful blasts from beings that sat amongst the strongest 1% of the 1% in the Universe. It was crazy to hear and see what was going on as the news was able to cover it, but those that had sensing powers could also feel it happening each and every day. It was catching the Attention a quarter of the way across the Universe of some warriors and especially some organizations.
Some would simply sit back and ignore what was going on, but that wasn’t the normal way that the Avalon Protectorate handled things. They were supposed to be heroes working to save those that needed their help across the cosmos. It worked… sometimes, but it was also a way of overextending troops and resources. The Shadowguard was there, The Cosmic Empire was there, The Celestials and Elder Troops of Toffit were there and no one seemed to know what side anyone was truly on. It was the purest definition of chaos and civil war.
The Protectorate couldn’t be thrown into that mess. Maybe they should have, but sending those kinds of resources and supplies into what could be a long-term struggle was foolish during a rebuild process. The Senate couldn’t afford that when so much still needed to be done at home. They would help out, but only when it seemed like it was rational. They couldn’t risk being put at another disadvantage like they had during the Galactic War for trying to help out everywhere at the same time.
Still that didn’t sit well with everyone in the Organization, especially after the concerning news that the Elders had been trapped into the depths of the catacombs of the planet to protect themselves from the war that was raging outside. Trapped without a road to escape and only the rebels free to reign. It was clear that something had to be done.
General Maris, General Trike, Commander Uble, Master Paladin Ury, Senator Hunting; they all knew that something had to be done. Maybe they couldn’t send the entire might of the Protectorate to help out, but they could send out specifically trained higher ranking soldiers. They knew just the soldiers to do this with as well. They had plenty of options and the dynamic Paladin Duo were certainly two of them.
Shell and Brianne loaded up into the Namekian’s Flagship and were off to Toffit to try to free those that were trapped within Toffit and give that side a fighting chance at survival. It was the best course of action that they could come up with at this time.
The flight to Toffit was rather calm. Shell was in deep meditation working on something specific it seemed with the flow of his energy. It was something that Grand Elder Guru had showed him before and it felt like it was the best way to get his newly found powers more in control. He couldn’t actually at this point completely control this power in the first place, but at least trying to manage his personal ki usage was something that made him believe that he could actually maybe find a way to bring it forward on his own and not just in dire situations. It had grown, expanded to new levels, but it wasn’t perfected yet.
His meditation was interrupted when suddenly the radar in the bridge began to beep. A ship was leaving the Flagship???
Shell rushed to the control panel to see the ship was that of his friend Brianne. What in the world was she doing?
He clicked a few buttons connecting to her ship on screen and she seemed rather calm. Shell was not so much at this point, ”What are you doing?”
Her explanation was clear and concise. It appeared another path was available for saving the Elders and so she was taking off that way on her own. Truthfully the Namekian didn’t know if he liked this plan, but he could understand it. If they were separated, then maybe then one of them would find the actual answer and maybe they could keep on contact. Brianne made a great point and he couldn’t deny that.
It wasn’t like this was an operation on the Protectorate Books either. The leaders had sent them, but they were not sanctioned since Avalon didn’t desire a war like this. Shell would have likely drawn Brianne back in if they were following orders, but they were not. This was actually something that they both agreed to try to help with and it meant they had to be ok with not following the rules. Shell was on his own, but for the Namekian he was certainly ok with that.
His path had seemed to be that of a loner for a long time and while he enjoyed friends and being around others the power he possessed and the missions he tried to achieve made it so friends could be used against him. Pierce had tried before and so he knew others that did evil would try too. He didn’t want to be alone, but it seemed that sometimes it made his path a little smoother for him.
Radar picked up a blockade around Toffit. The forces of the Cosmic Empire and the Shadowguard seemed to control the air around the Celestial world and made straight up landing a ship here nearly impossible. Well without clearance, it was actually going to be impossible. That meant Shell needed a different way to get planet side. That was not going to be easy, but the ship could stay away, heck after seeing the blockade it needed to stay far away.
He needed something away from people, that was going to make the Instant Transmission much harder to achieve. Plenty of high powers scattered around Toffit, but maybe he needed to find those that were not so intense to start with. That was when suddenly his scouter picked up one that was already there and it was a similar power. It was the Android that came with them on the journey into the Trial of Sacrifice. That was certainly a good thing. He focused on her and after sending his ship to friendly space blinked away and was down planet side.
In a flash he popped among the others, lowering his energy already he figured his sudden appearance might be a bit alarming. He spoke calmly, ”Sorry to pop in, but I do come in peace. Are we all here for the same reason?” He asked looking around trying to confirm he was around friends and not foes, but ready just in case enemies lurked nearby.
(TLDR: Shell and Bri get sent to help the Elders. They split up. Shell goes to Toffit and his scouter locates a familiar energy in Yua and he uses that to teleport planet side with the others)
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Post by Raiosu Kirishi on Jun 17, 2020 16:57:16 GMT -5
Bersimmon's hair was an excellent dark blue as he enjoyed a hot bath inside the ship he buiilt. Suddenly, there was a beeping sound. He turned from his hot bath, grabbing his scouter and affixing it to his ear. "Autira?" Autira was his debriefer, whom he saved from the clutches of a loan-shark years ago. She was just a merchant when they met, and though she despised Saiyans', he earned her respect. When he had been officially appointed a member of the Avalon protectorate, they were assigned to work together.
"Bersimmon,I was just talking with the elder council over their crime problem and then we were all besieged. I'm afraid I don't know where I am, because I was blindfolded, but it's dark here... Please help." Then the scouter clicked off. Bersimmon sighed and got up from his bath, toweling over his shame, and preparing himself. He lowered his ki, as his goal at the moment was not to fight just yet, but he got his gear, his mask of deceit, and wore them.
Bersimmon had actually helped the Kai's in the past, though he had trouble with it to the point where he had to suffer a beat-down to draw on his latent Zenkai. Azoga Terengel, the Celestial who had handed him said beat-down, was likely fighting the good fight as well, and he knew he had to help.
"So, it looks like we're going on an adventure! Yosh!" Raiosu yelled in the back of Bersimmon's head. Aimee sighed. "Don't take this lightly, either of you. You could very easily lose your life."
"How would you know? Raiosu yelled.
"She's already dead," Bersimmon responded in the back of his head.
Bersimmon had finally been handed an opportunity to prove he was better than Raiosu, his magic definitely wouldn't go to waste here. He had also been handed a chance to prove that the Avalonians shouldn't have removed his positioned as Regulus, or at least show them via their enemies what good messing with Bersimmon would do them. Te Avalon protectorate could be as racist as it was glorious. Meeting Shaoran helped him see that. It seemed, as he warped his ship there, upon the battleground, he oped the ship door, his sword at his side as his oxidized silver armor covered and protected him, as he stepped out.
His spandex helped him with his movement, as he kept his his mask attached to his scouter while still being affixed to his head. It certainly made him stand out, so he activated the human camouflage feature of his mask, making the mask appear as his normal look, without a visible scouter.
”No, no, I swear I didn’t cheat! Don’t send me out to war!”
Yan’s childish protest seemed desperate and scared, but anyone who knew him would be able to feel the mockery in it. The two demons carrying him didn’t give a fuck either way though and tossed him head first out to the surface world.
Politics were interesting. He had originally moved to recruit the demons hiding in the bowels of Toffit for Damaskia’s invasion, but since that had all gone to shit in the wake of Azazel Land, many of the demons backed out. He couldn’t blame them. Like him they didn’t give a flying fuck about some celestial war and sincerely hoped the outcome would be that all the celestials killed themselves. On the other side of the spectrum many demons did still take Azazel’s side in hopes of being able to kill as many celestials as possible with their own hands.
They main clans were certainly biding their time however, preparing to fight. Their plan was simple, wait until Toffit was at its weakest and then aim to reclaim it for demon kind. Yan wasn’t sure if that was the most intelligent of plans but it all lied in the execution and the timing. If they truly waited for the exact right moment, if there was one, when Toffit was at its weakest, then success could await them.
That didn’t interest Yan either. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was on Toffit. Despite having no stake in the war, the chaos appealed to him. He’d crashed at Azazel’s villa just to see what all the fuss was about but apparently Az was off repairing family ties so Yan didn’t actually get to meet with him. A part of him felt he probably should side with the man trying to turn the world upside down, but teaming up with the celestials of Toffit on either side did not seem inviting at all.
He was going to leave when he received two messages. One was from Yua and the other was from one of his Shadowguard contacts requesting he check in on the demon relations under Toffit and where they stood. After finding these things out, reporting them, and then getting into competitive gambling with some of the clan leaders, he found himself here, lying in the dirt.
He was surprised once he tore his gaze from the fiery sky to realize he didn’t recognize exactly where he’d been thrown out at. The catacombs were huge with many entrances, exits, and territories. There were ten demon clans that actually mattered and they all had their own territory that moved depending on where the celestials tried to stick their noses. The wannabe gods had their own territories and places to dig, usually one step behind a demon clan. The treasures the celestials tried so hard to keep out of the demons’ grubby hands continued to elude them most days.
So, it shouldn’t have surprised him to not recognize a random part of Toffit but he knew the entrances they normally used and this wasn’t one of them. Perhaps they really had sent him to die by war? He laid there absently for a little while despite that thought, pulling out his phone and checking through his new messages. An explosion rocked the sky above, a Shadowguard prototype, and Yan enjoyed the view before the clock ticked on.
He pushed himself up, dusted himself off, and headed towards the meeting place Yua had suggested. It took him a moment to coordinate where he was on his phone’s UPS before he realized he wasn’t too far from it. His gaze lingered over the strange statues before he gave one final glance to the entrance he’d been so unceremoniously tossed out of. It wasn’t a good place to start anyway if they were looking for celestial territory. He flipped a piece of gold he’d stolen in the air and caught it before starting the trek.
It led him towards a clearing where everyone seemed to be suppressing for some reason.
He saw Yua first though, and ignoring everyone else ran towards her to give her a squishing hug. ”Yua~ I missed you~” he said kissing her cheek and clinging to her.
It was then that he felt it. The feeling of wanton death and destruction like no other. Still hugging Yua, he lifted his head so he could see those sharp blue eyes, hoping they were flashing green, and moved to hide behind the android.
”Who invited that scary woman??”
Poor Anna was thinking of Yan, worrying of the political tensions that could arise between them, and the monkey was simply fluttering around like normal. Even under the potential threat of his life his gaze fell back on the group.
”Oh! It’s, uh…” he paused, staring down the Namekian who stood before him. It wouldn’t be too shameful if he didn’t actually recognize this Namekian versus any others but Shell had made a good impression on him, and in those situations Yan was usually good with faces and minute details. For this instance however, Yan had never actually gotten the man’s name. ”Kekko God Smasher!” he greeted instead.
His ears twitched, and he spread his senses over the woods, but nothing came up clearly. They weren’t alone, more were probably gathering. This could end up interesting.
”So who’s ready to blow up some catacombs?” he asked, completely turning back on his air headed cheerfulness, seemingly completely unaware of the war raging above, the seriousness of this whole situation, or even his wife’s simmering rage.
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2020 18:17:30 GMT -5 by Yan Cass
There was a mysterious marking, or symbol that was lying on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be attached to a metal plate. The pink-haired warrior had just kneeled to get a better look but got interrupted by a beep from his scouter. Furious, he pressed the button to receive the call. On the other end of it was the behemoth of a man known as Bhogar who most likely had another mission for him.
Normally, he’d answer it and take it in hopes of acquiring new leads, but he thought that he had just found one. Why would he pass that up? He was just about to when a giant fist bonked his head, causing the Zaunite to hold it in pain. He quickly turned to see who it was, it was the man he was just about to hang up on. Walid shot him an angry look, ready for a fight.
“Sorry to break it to ya pal but we’re far too busy for you to get your ass kicked,” the blue-haired Zaunite said and tossed his “pal” over his shoulder, “Someone just paid money for you to go exploring.”
The behemoth then threw the Avatar of War into a small circular space pod and pressed a button to send it on its way. It immediately shot into the air, heading off towards its destination. While inside of it, the pink-haired warrior was left upside down in the shape of a ball while the onboard navigator began to give its occupant instructions for his assignment. A vein could be seen throbbing from his head as he started to think of ways to get back at that fiend.
Due to the chaotic nature of the War, it’s recommended that you lower your power so as to not get detected. Once arrived, search for the caverns...
Those words were all that he could hear before he got annoyed by his situation and decided to tune it out. It wasn’t like him to hide his strength, but he decided to comply. Hell, it might be more fun that way in case he came across a challenger to fight. Since he didn’t know how long his trip would last, the first thing that he did was concentrate on lowering his power and then went to sleep in his contorted form.
A couple days went by as the craft hurled through the unknown void of space. It finally came to a stop, causing Walid’s body to shift forward to give him his wake-up alarm. He was about to be happy when suddenly his body started to glow and disappear as if he was being vaporized. He didn’t understand what was happening to him.
“Wait I didn’t sign up for this!” he yelled until he’d vanished from the pod.
When his form was brought back, the pink-haired warrior was transported to what looked to be the sky. Before he was able to look down, he started to free fall downward. While in that started to wave his arms around, completely forgetting that he was able to fly. It finally dawned on him that he could, but unfortunately it was too late. A stony wall was inches from his face as he crashed into a tower.
It had already appeared to be destroyed, but the Zaunite’s actions didn’t help. Stone and other debris started to rain down where the impact was and created a pile on top of him. Once it stopped, he gave a push to free himself, with a pissed off look on his face.
Post by Yakumo Narikan on Jun 18, 2020 12:04:41 GMT -5
Yakumo was there deciding to help the kai's out since he encountered them before while traveling the galaxy and befriended them ,in his search for his father and he heads to the planet. The small determined boy's long black hair flows in the wind and his brown eyes look into the horizon and ready to engage the mission, he tries his very best to suppress his power level as he looks around for an entrance to the catacombs below. He starts to run through the scattered ruins and jump through as he looks around at his other companions who have gathered very curiously. Yakumo arrived on the planet not too much long ago he had to pay for a ride since he does not have his own spaceship has of yet and he is curious if he may find clues to find his father that challenged Yakumo to find him that some time ago back in his wooded village on earth.
Yakumo also feels this is a great opportunity to meet new people who may have possibly encountered or heard of his father before and has a human it is a great thing to have good allies to have your back. The small boy attempts to use his impressive amount of strength has much has he can to move a bunch of rubble aside and collapsed parts of ruins thinking the entrance may be hidden under some of this wreckage. After Yakumo gets a good look at his allies that have gathered here he can tell that they are on a whole other level then he is but he is not going to let that stop him from pushing onward and doing his part. He dusts off a bunch of dirt that got onto his karate GUI his obi and his shetabaki. Yakumo continues to scour the ruins has fast has he can and is determined to find this entrance to the catacombs and to prove his worth to these very powerful people who are before him.
Everyone may notice Yakumo studying them and pondering all sorts of things. Also, people may notice he has an unyielding determination about him despite seeming outclassed has is. Yakumo also seems he would like to ask you all something that may make you wonder what it is. He yells out to the entire group "Anyone found anything yet?!"
ua was about to say something, but not everyone seemed to know how to stay quiet in a damn forest. While the guy probably wanted to seem like a bad ass, he still registered on Yua's sensors. Not much, but she was very through with her machinery. The android turned her head and peered at the black-haired person with her golden eyes and gave him a curt nod. While he didn't immediately turn aggressive, she didn't believe that it would be best to leave the guy standing there in what was likely one of the most awkward situations in his life. Yua greeted the Saiayn with an androgynous voice, "Greetings." The synthetic life didn't bow, but gave him a second nod.
Her sensor might have caught Anna, but she made the wise choice to come out. Yua turned and gave a nod to Anna, before she spoke in the same tone, with another basic greeting, "Hello. It looks like a team is assembling. Please be on stand by." That last part was more an observation that the android had made in a quieter tone. The map on the ground was allowed to start to erode away with wind as Yua pulled one of her arms up. The long jacket that she had on parted and turned into a short sleeve on her left arm, as she brought up a map on it.
She didn't think that it'd be a good idea to reveal the old maps right away, before another being joined them. It was the Namekian that had her within his Trial of Sacrifice. Yua wondered where that woman had gone, but it didn't seem all that important. "Have you been well since Avalon?" The greeting finally got a little more personal, but that seemed to be generic enough. Yua didn't doubt that she could trust this one. With four, she believed that they might have enough to start, but it seemed that they were not done with the team. Well, the Namekian had at least asked a proper question. "I should hope the lot of us are here to try and save those Council Members," she replied to the Namekian.
For now, the one that hovered was on her sensors. Her golden eyes flashed around the area that he seemed to be in, but she didn't land on him directly. That wasn't the play this time. She then looked back to the group. She was about to speak up about the plan, but then she was hugged from behind, which surprised the android. She was about to shove a blade at the side of her attacker when the voice rang out. Yan Cass had arrived for the event, and for the fun. Yua sighed lightly, but she did grab his arm with a smile on her face. "And hello there Yan," she replied, as a name finally came from her lips. Someone familiar on this mission.
At that time, Yan added that the girl with pink hair was Anna, and was his second wife. Yua would have asked if he meant his second marriage or an actual second wife, but she held her tongue on that matter. Now was not the time to to act like a smart ass. Yan already filled the role of airhead rather well, after all. The android was let go of quickly enough, though he greeted the Namekian with what she guessed was a title. A God Slayer, huh? That spoke enough about the power of his that Yan had seen. She guessed that the others around her had enough of the same credentials, in case they had to fight.
"I believe that mostly everyone is here. Those confident enough to step out, anyway," she added the last part with an annoyed looked again around the hidden one was. "I'm ready as I'll ever be," she said louder. "I have a database with some old exploration done by Avalon a year after the last Galatic War, so its not the most up to data info." She brought the old map up and portrayed the five year old information.
The red dots were those gathered, and she enlarged the map from her arm, projected with enough brightness for those gathered to see. The map was a light blue, and the places that she had stored were marked with orange dots, and she explained this to those gathered. "If anyone needs a mobile version of this this data, let me know. These are the ruins that were known at the time, and any one of these could be what we're searching for. Does everyone have a Scouter?" It would be good to use a low frequency channel that she had a code ready for, to scramble it for those not in the network.
Yua wanted them all to be able to get to the right place as soon as possible, though she was slightly nervous about Yan not suppressing his power. There were at least two Paladins in this group, she wasn't sure about the silent stranger's affiliation, nor Anna's, and she was not sure about the one that was hidden away.
Well, she was worried about Yan not supressing his battle power until she heard a huge crash at the nearest site to to the group. Yua looked over towards it and cursed under her breath as she brought the map back up and touched the area. "Well, I guess that-" Yua looked over as a kid made his way over and shouted at the group. Kais in Heaven, people treated this like a vacation. She growled in frustration and glared at the child as she started again, "Can you quiet down? The adults are talking." Hopefully these things wouldn't reveal their location too quickly. She had to place a hand on her forehead as though to say that this was going horribly.
"Look, lets just go check out that idiot that crash landed." Yua motioned to follow, if anyone wanted to. She wouln't force 'em, but this would be best to stay together as a group if these crash landings and shouting kids were gonna get the group discovered.
Post by Raiosu Kirishi on Jun 18, 2020 16:04:33 GMT -5
Bersimmon finally showed himself upon recognizing Yua. He had never met the pink-haired girl before, despite her apparently being a paladin, but that was not something he needed to know as long as they could prove they were from the same group. Bersimmon simply motioned to the armband and his signet, the first obviously on his arm and the second item emblazoned on his armor. "Greetings, Paladiness." he said with a businessman-like bow.
But a Namek appeared too. "I guess so, sir. Um, whom or what are you affiliated with? I'm a paladin, ex-regulus." His eyes burned with hate.
Then a man hugged Yua from behind. "Who are you?" was his only reply as the man cuddled an android. But he pulled himself and his curiosity away long enough to address Yua.Plus his name had been mentioned already anyway, so if Bersimmon was too dense to remember this stuff, he'd have to just get to know him, as the current situation might force.
"Yua, do you possess any info on the whereabouts of agent Autira? It seems the kais were smart enough to suppress, same as us, but it will be in vain if they are found before we get to them."
Then the group was met with a strange boy, yelling at the group. "Who is he?" He asked to anyone who could hear him, hoping they'd have the missing information he did not.
He then turned to Yua. "Oh, you do have data on Autira, right?" He asked as he had decided to follow him.
The scene turned crazy rather quickly. People arriving in different manners, but they all did seem to be converging on the same location. Shell took note of those that arrived after he did, trying to get a grasp on things that were going on here so that he could better solve the problem they were going to face. He needed to know who was really with them and who was going to be a liability. Who could he truly trust?
Yua turned to him as he was looking around greeting him. He went to respond when suddenly someone rushed in squeezed Yua with a hug, showing a sign of adoration from the looks of it. This was Yan Cass of the Damaskian Shadowguard. It seemed strange that he was here, but he seemed to be here for a reason. Shell was under the belief that the Shadowguard was here apart of those that started this war in the first place, but this particular man was with them in this group. Was he a spy? Could he really be trusted? Shell contemplated these things quickly, but the Commander of the Shadowguard seemed to be all over the place greeting people, hiding from others and offering the simple question of who was ready to blow up some catacombs. That seemed about right to him from their previous encounter.
He returned Yan’s greeting with a head nod, but remained quiet as Yua tried to get things moving along with the rest of the group. This was certainly a ragtag bunch, but it seemed she had information and that was something that was incredibly valuable to this mission. To be honest, Shell didn’t know much about the mission other than that they were supposed to try to find a way to free the Elders from their self-imposed imprisonment. That didn’t leave a lot to know.
Then a crash happened nearby them as a ship plummeted from the sky and then it was a shouting child that spoke up. It was clear this was not going to go well if they didn’t have some kind of leadership or at least some kind of common sense.
The woman from the trees seemed to cause concern to Yan, but she didn’t seem that horrible to him. He continued to size up those that had gathered here, his eyes moving to the Saiyan before suddenly another popped out and walked up to Yua greeting her and declaring his own affiliation with the Avalon Protectorate as he looked at Shell with what appeared to be hatred in his eyes. It was strange to him.
For a group that seemed to be staying away from this, they certainly had a lot of representatives openly here. Shell had seen the politics and power structure of the Protectorate and knew that plenty could be confused with a Senate like system, but he also believed in the people having power and the republic that they stood for. Either way they likely would be able to handle things still on the down low.
The group hopefully followed Yua’s guidance and began to head towards the crash site that happened while she was talking. The goal wasn’t to be discovered and kids screaming, ships crashing and madness all around wasn’t the best way of accomplishing that. Still he figured he needed to learn a little more about his group of companions. Some of them he knew from before, some seemed quieter than others and some seemed to be children out of place.
One that caught his attention was a Saiyan that seemed to reek of being battle hardened. Shell didn’t know this man and it didn’t seem like he was bad though. The Namekians used Saiyan’s in training all the time and most of the time they were depicted as evil, so seeing one that didn’t feel evil was a new experience for the Namekian. He wanted to explore that more.
He moved next to the Saiyan, bowing his head slightly for a respectful greeting, ”Hi, my name is Shell.” He felt like he had a good proper motive from Shells senses and that was all that mattered here, ”What are you making of this entire situation?” He looked at the ragtag bunch they had together. Maybe they could actually do this or maybe not, but the Namekian thought it was best to get a feeling of those he didn’t know first, the Saiyan was only the first one that caught his attention that he needed to talk to.
(TLDR: Shell makes sure to acknowledge those that acknowledge him, even as he tries to assess the team they are working with. He follows Yua to see what the crash site was all about and hopefully finds some time to speak with Jordan to learn more about him.)
Post by Yakumo Narikan on Jun 18, 2020 17:54:07 GMT -5
Yakumo stops a bit surprised has he was talked too and stops abruptly what he was doing beforehand. Yakumo looks towards yua and nods giving a thumbs up and he stops making a ruckus, the small boy decides to approach the group around the lady that he thinks is human by jumping over with great strength. Yakumo speaks to the group gathered while his long black hair flows in the wind as he stands tall and confident, "Hello I am Yakumo I am here to help the kai's you all seem really strong I want to get that strong!" the boy seems rather cheerful as well. Yakumo seems to ponder for a moment thinking if he should ask this or not but he decides too anyway "Have any of you ever met a man named Yamine by any chance likely he is very strong like all of you maybe even more so, he is my father and he has challenged me to find him somewhere in the galaxy the kais did not even know where I can find him this is a long term goal I have". Yakumo also notices how raisou has a tail and he looks at that very puzzled "uhhhh... why do you have a tail sir that is kinda neat"
Yakumo looks at the namekian a bit puzzled has well like he's never seen that race before too "Uhhhhhh what do I exactly call you anyway I like how your green hehe" and he looks at yans whole personality and chuckles a bit. "Oh I am sorry also for making so much noise I thought maybe the entrance to the catacombs might be under some rubble or was collapsed in possibly why I was moving it all around to find it I really want to see this through please let me know anything I can do help I like having lots of friends" has his determined eyes looks to all gathered around him and he awaits there response to him with anticipation
n the time between Garou leaving the cover of the woods and finding a new hiding place, the number of people he was observing doubled. At first, there were three: two women, young in appearance, and a man whose features were hidden by a cloak. The Zoran could only make out a simple "hello" before a tall green alien blinked into existence in the middle of the small crowd. Garou froze, astonished by the sudden presence of what appeared to be a Namekian. The newcomer proclaimed that he came in peace, asking if the assembling crew was united in purpose.
Garou quickly realized that he had been naive in assuming nobody else would come to Toffit to explore, pillage, or perhaps even protect the temple. When he took into account the massive army gathered nearby and the fact that everyone gathering was suppressing their energy, the Zoran deduced that they couldn't have been part of the attack. Most likely, they were the same as Garou: people gathering to enter the crumbling temple of their own accord, for reasons detached from either of the warring factions. At the very least, they weren't hostiles.
Before he could even take a single step toward the group, however, another person came running from the direction of the ruined forts. His presence set the White Wolf on edge; the red-haired man's unsettling energy bound to a form which childishly clung to the woman in plainclothes. The newcomer seemed entirely oblivious to the group's intentions, barking and shouting like a poorly trained puppy. One of the women in the gathering party called him Yan, a name which Garou committed to memory.
Finally seeing an opening to approach, the Zoran stepped fully out of the shadows and moved casually towards the ever-growing circle of people. It was then that he recognized the cloaked figure as Jordan, a man whom he had once met in the astral plane. Having even a single acquaintance in the group of warriors was reassuring. "Greetings," he said, his voice calm and quiet. "My name is Garou. I take it you're all trying to get to the council members too?" While Garou didn't particularly care if they rescued the Elder Council or not, he phrased his question intentionally to frame them all as allies.
Looking around the group, Garou collected his impressions of the seemingly random assortment of warriors and travellers. There was Jordan, hiding beneath his cream-colored cloak. Within Jordan lay another persona, one that went by the name Jorlece if memory served. Whether or not Jorlece would rear his head during this impromptu adventure, Garou was uncertain. Jordan was a powerful warrior to be sure, but Jorlece's wild nature made the Zoran nervous.
Next to Jordan stood a woman with pink hair and ornate armor, reminiscent of the Avalonian Paladins. Garou didn't have much experience with the righteous order of intergalactic knights, but he knew them generally to be powerful warriors. With any luck, the pink-haired woman would live up to their reputation. The White Wolf's eyes lingered for a curious moment before moving on to the Namekian.
Garou had only met one Namekian before, and that meeting was very brief. This one was notably younger, with an intensity and awareness that Piccolo hadn't possessed for the majority of their interaction. He also seemed much friendlier, introducing himself as Shell, and was the voice who had initially spoken up to say he came in peace. Another Saiyan had appeared as well, refering to himself as a paladin yet addressing the Namekian harshly. The Zoran glanced back and forth between them with mild interest, hoping that whatever tensions may have existed would be addressed shortly or not at all.
Lastly, there was the woman in casual clothes. The newly approaching Saiyan referred to her as Yua, another name for Garou to remember. Despite her relaxed appearance, Yua aggressively took charge of the group. She conjured a map of the area derived from an Avalonian exploration, red blinkers designating their current location on the holographic projection. Even if the map was out of date, the foundations of the temple had lasted for thousands of years -- it was hard to imagine they could've changed much within the last few. And if they had, more than likely it would be an obvious change, like collapsed towers or demolished ramparts.
Garou eagerly agreed to copies of Yua's map, tuning his visor in to the designated frequency for her comms channel. Despite the group's general unfamiliarity, the plainclothes woman was doing an incredibly thorough job of taking command. It garnered more than a little respect from the Zoran, who often preferred solitary missions to working with others. His admiration was only tempered by the ambiguities of their collective loyalties; until Garou was certain of everyone's goals, he didn't intend on befriending anyone. If someone's personal objective directly got in the way of his own, he would need to maintain an unclouded judgement before deciding whether or not to remove the hinderance or set out on his own.
A thunderous crash rang through the atmosphere as an old tower crumbled unceremoniously. Garou's visor didn't reveal any sign of fighting in that area, instead showing the bulk of the rebel forces in the opposite direction. A small child shouted out from that same direction, continuing the chain of interruptions to Yua's debriefing. The Zoran was as unamused as the woman, his eyes peeled on the shadowy horizon for any sign of scouts from the rebel army. If they were found out, Garou was certain things would go sour quickly.
"Perhaps we should set a rendezvous, should anything happen to alert the armies to our presence," Garou piped up, following Yua's lead towards the freshly collapsed tower.