Post by Bersimmon on Sept 28, 2021 18:47:21 GMT -5
Rushed out, he transmitted himself to Bassas asap, giving no lip to his dispatchers. This was not the time for arguing or fighting amongst Paladins, and Bersimmon had business to take care of. As the ex-regulus found himself inside the camp, he had barely enough time to follow the others into the camp and get briefed on his mission in more detail.
He spotted a burly namekian with a ki signature almost beyond comprehension, and an Avalonian beauty who looked the type to have killed many in defense of her home and beliefs.
Then he sensed two other higher power levels than his own, and the final was only picked up by his scouter.
" Yua...? Yua!" He cried. "I haven't seen you in forever, droid girl! Not since we caught that criminal. How have you been doing friend?"
He said with a smile as he gestured a handshake.
He saw that the two he sensed had had a glowing signet, and one of them he recognized from his recent fight against Rhea, with pinkish hair. He swore he knew the other one, whose ki was as strange as the pink-haired ones. Yet, he couldn't place it. He could have sworn he fought him on one occasion, but he wanted to test the waters.
he walked up to the pair and offered his hand. "Hello," he began, "I believe we have... met before? I am the Saiyan Bersimmon. Currently Journeyman," He said with an hint of minor annoyance. He eyed Jared. "I believe we've sparred before. In the astral realm, I believe."
His tail was still wagging from seeing Yua, however.
After that, Shell and Katil invited them in for the briefing.
Pyal bowed, but the pink-haired woman didn’t respond in a similar fashion. It wasn’t that she didn’t respect the man or anything. She didn’t respect authoritative figures in general. Despite that, she still followed them to get briefed on their mission. While they walked she noticed that Hobbet looked like he was in pain. Was he sick or something? Then she remembered his transformation and wondered if it was bothering him.
“Are you okay?” she asked silently.
When he brushed it off, she took it that he was able to control what was going on within him. During the briefing process, she looked at the Gedd people. Based on the information they were given about them, she wondered if they were part of the Saiyan race or a less evovled species. Before they left she wanted to further study them to see if that was the case. From what she heard, the Saiyans were a violent bunch who grew stronger with each battle.
If she could harness that in a less intelligent form, maybe she could create an army of creatures that did whatever she wanted. The screen then changed to further inform them about their task as well as their assignments. They needed to report to one of them, but she had a feeling she already knew where her father would go. It wasn’t that she hated him, she actually wanted to see him.
The issue was that she wanted to make a name for herself and not follow in anyone else’s footsteps. Kari thought that would be difficult if she was with the one person who she’d never seen struggle before. Her emotions would also most likely get in the way and what good would that do for the Protectorate. Her mind was pretty much made up as soon as she learned of their assignments. Negotiations seemed like the best call for her.
“My last name?” she zoned back from her thoughts, “Oh yeah, it’s my dad’s last name. I don’t know enough about my mom to know that sort of stuff. I didn’t even find that out from him either, someone else told me.”
Other Paladins marched, or headed for their assignments and she looked over to see if there was anyone she knew. Her dad was among one of those and also Samara. She knew that they knew each other, but she didn’t expect to see the blue-haired woman also on the mission. The Halfling’s mind started to waver so that she could learn more about Avatars.
“You’re not the only one,” she answered Hobbet, “We’re going to report to Master Ayleth.”
She wanted to laugh at her friend’s words, but her brain was working hard at figuring out what would be best for her. She did want to learn more about the Avatars, but she felt like another chance for that could happen. She didn’t know when she’d have the chance again to study the Gedd people. The pink-haired woman made her way along with the blonde-haired boy to report for the negotiations team.
Post by Jared Miruzuki on Oct 2, 2021 12:39:28 GMT -5
The man in front of him was the first to respond to his query. But to his dismay it didn't hold any information he could use. He did however explain something else that was going on.
“All I know is that we’re here because the planet is under attack by other forces. I came here to prove that they can’t do that under the Avatar of War’s watch.”
"Avatar of War? That sounds like..."
Ares... came Poseidon's voice in his mind. But through his father's influence he could see no connection to Ares in this man. So clearly it was someone else.
More importantly, Jared we may have learned why we were pulled here. Don't forget I'm a Paladin spirit.
Believe me I know! Jared thought with his expression showing annoyance as he side-eyed Freed.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been of help, but I need to meet up with someone,” he said, “I’m sure we’ll learn more about it later on, you can follow if you want. Old man here also might be able to help you as well.”
Jared gave Freed a look. The spirit nodded his head and took note of the War Avatar's hand extending in Jared's direction. Freed instinctively retreated back to their mental sanctuary, knowing what Jared would do. Sure enough, Jared took the War Avatar's hand as if giving a proper handshake.
"Count me in!" he remarked just before they vanished.
Their reappearance put them in another place he didn't recognize. Freed re-projected himself once there and was already intensely observing the surroundings. It was then he looked at Jared's palm. The glowing had become more intense than it had the first time to the point Jared was actually starting to seem affected by a sensation of sorts. He quickly put his opposing hand over it as if trying to contain it from being seen.
What is this thing reacting to? It's never done this before. And I feel warm for some reason...
I wish I knew what's going on here.
He tucked his hand into his pocket, which seemed sufficient enough for now to hide his hand. But it seemed he had already been noticed by then. A man with a tail had approached him. Shortly thereafter he proceeded to introduce himself as Bersimmon. Jared needed a moment to recall his face. He seemed to be a bit uncertain about who he was at first glance. But shortly thereafter, he recalled the exchange in the astral plain and was soon familiar with this man's presence.
"I'm Jared. Not sure what I'm doing here but it looks like they need fighters so I guess I'm it,"
Bersimmon suddenly changed his glance toward a green-skinned figure in short range of them. Jared noticed him when they first got here, talking to a few different people. It was obvious they were all familiar with one another. But Bersimmon was the only one to outright approach Jared and make his acquaintance. They were being asked to enter into the nearby designation point.
This all seems to be progressing fast. Are you sure you're ok to be doing this right now? Freed asked
What choice do I have? This thing literally pulled us here! Let's see it through and we may even find more of your memories here.
Agreed. I'm also curious as to whether or not anyone here can see me. Dekalb had certain areas of the planet that made spirits visible.
Jared started following the group quietly for now. Unless anyone points you out directly we should pretty much assume you're probably back to me being the only one able to see you, you eye sore. Jared thought back with some annoyance toward the end.
He could still feel the warm sensation through his body, which left it safe to assume his palm was still glowing.
With the orders announced Samara considered her own orders. It wasn’t a choice on her part. As a Paladin leaning towards the rank of Templar, she was expected to go into the negotiations. She had a bad feeling about them however.
Walid appeared behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to him before turning back ahead, reading over the data sent to her scouter.
”Not especially,” she answered with a wry smile, expecting him to at least walk up to her side.
She did pass a glance to Jared, offering him a small friendly wave, before her gaze shifted to Freed. She might have been looking at something else entirely, and she did wave to the spirit or show any confusion to his presence. She simply looked at him, or towards him before her attention was taken back by Walid.
Even as she turned away, however, Freed might have a sense she was still watching him. Or rather not her, but something within her. It was not the gods he knew best, but deities of Zaun were not ones to underestimate, and the patron of woe inspected him like a piece of meat ready to go on the grill. It was such a stark contrast from the small woman who seemed so friendly.
Walid moved on expecting her to go into battle with him and her gaze shifted upwards in response.
”Isn’t that racist?” she asked as he insulted the Gedd, walking with him to the two commanding officers.
More details were given by the Avalonian, and Samara inspected Shell. Her power was suppressed, as was her habit. She did not have any decorative missions on her shoulders though he could access the gist of her appointment there and skills listed in the somewhat short file made on her thus far. She didn’t have the sharp eyes of someone weathered in battle. They were strangely nonchalant, her entire body language showing someone untouchable. It wasn’t cockiness or confidence. It was more like she didn’t care about what might befall her. She might get taken out in battle, struggle and toil, but she would not break.
She stared at him and even her interest seemed muted so much as she was simply taking whatever facts she could gather about him from appearance alone.
Her attention was only swayed when Yua arrived. She smiled widely to the woman and gave her a wave, in a very unprofessional manner that was immediately shadowed by Raiosu’s even less professional greeting. A small snicker slipped from her nose before the eccentric young saiyan approached them, or rather Walid’s quiet companion.
She let them greet each other and looked back towards Ayleth, then side stepped behind Walid and stood at attention for Shell. The master paladin noticed of course, but didn’t seem to care as she focused on the other members of her team. One less reckless templar meant little to her.
”Samara Twyker, sir,” she said with the proper salute.
As things dwindled down into preparation, Samara looked to the other camp to see Kari holding hands with a strange boy. Bytautus became attentive once more.
It looks like Talos was not the only one to jump ship, she said with a smirk, causing Samara to actually give the blond boy a proper look. Avatars could sense other avatars, but sensing which god lingered there could be a challenge. Bytautus in particular hid herself away making it impossible for the other gods to discern more than a god’s presence from Samara. But she was a witch, and learned all the arts she could, so while she might not make Samara privy, she could tell it was Argus.
Years back the gods had fled Zaun with adventuring avatars in hopes more experience would strengthen their resolve. Talos, the patron of wisdom and knowledge had taken a new avatar after Roland mysteriously disappeared, and now Bytautus was suggesting another god had done the same.
Must be nice to be able to grab any old person as an avatar, Samara teased her patron who, before her, had driven any other avatar she tried to possess insane.
”Your daughter is here,” Samara pointed out simply to Walid, remembering the girl’s screams from the last battle and giving the other avatar an equally pointed stare. It wouldn’t be good if Kari kept exposing herself to avatars and now she seemed to have befriended another who she chose quite adamantly over her father.
Reporting to Ayleth were three templars including Kari Dryn, one stoic Cleric by the name of Tara, a small platoon of knights for security with a captain leading, and a few journeymen including Vlad. Ayleth inspected the list, noting that one templar was missing and had been replaced by a strange blond boy who seemed completely untested in battle. Kari Dryn seemed to be leading him, and she was hardly in the position to care for an apprentice Paladin.
She stared at Hobbet with a presence that was absolutely stifling, before she looked to Kari.
”I consider his life to be your responsibility,” she told the girl simply. Ayleth was a bit different than the other masters Kari had come across. While she seemed quite strict and a bit haughty like the rest, she looked at Kari with what felt like sincere consideration. She was trusting the young templar to manage another person rather than command her to do something else. Kari was a valued member of this team, even if she joined simply to get away from her father.
The Paladin master walked down the line from there, inspecting the other two templars before nodding to the cleric she had worked with before. She stopped in front of Vlad. In a way he was a true journeyman, still searching for the right path to follow despite his lengthy tenure among the Paladins.
“I will be relying on your experience,” she told him, in the same simple tone as she gave Kari. Moving along she criticized the captain for not keeping his men on point as they were already slacking a little, annoyed to be on the less action packed mission.
“Come, we will be using a teleportation pad,” she said, leading them to the edge of the base where it had been set up.
“The president is a reserved man who was hesitant to accept alien help, so be courteous,” she said as the group settled into place. Checking again to be sure everyone was positioned properly, she touched her scouter.
“Ready for launch,” she said to the Paladin on the other side. His response couldn’t be heard but Ayleth’s gaze hardened a little. “Be on guard,” she told the troops, expecting some interference now, and activated the pad.
With the grace of Avalonian technology, the teleportation was smooth and felt effortless, but the end location was as turbulent as the Master Paladin led them to believe. They appeared in the outskirts of a small city, and were completely surrounded by small aliens with a rainbow of skin colors. They all had the same pudgy nose and square ears, and were mostly humanoid. Some held ki infused spears while others held guns they were very obviously not accustomed to. All of the weapons were pointed at the group of Paladins.
War For Borne
Katil trusted Shell to be very well informed about his troops. Even without Aurora, most generals had access to personnel files and through their scouter and were fed various information through it. He didn’t feel like he had to introduce anyone, but did his job to make sure everyone who was supposed to be there was. There were five other captains along for this mission including Walid and Yua. Each were assigned a platoon of soldiers based on their unique fighting styles.
Walid had a group of well seasoned soldiers used to the destructive power of war. They would prove resilient even if he went berserk and would be able to meet his more aggressive demands. Yua, along with commanding her two valkyries would have a team of decent fighters as well as some of Vlad’s androids. The third captain Niles was a more physical on the ground type of leader while the fourth Fraze commanded excellent aerial support. The fifth was Lilin, who led a team of healers.
Shell oversaw them all with Katil as secondary support, as well as a sixth team of unique power fighters that fought a bit better on their own. Jared and Samara were the odd ones out, but they would either stick to Captain Walid, or end up on that sixth team. Samara seemed eager to see what Shell could do though and kept her attention on him expectantly.
Borne OOC: Get to know your troops a little better or choose a team. This will be a war styled RP so running NPCs for teamwork is welcome. You can run them even if you are not a captain, but are also fully welcome to simply run as a power fighter and control your character only. (If you are a captain and wish to do this, merely state the existence of your second in command.)
While the synthetic was rather recently elevated to knight to call him a journeyman in mentality would be one that Vlad would admit to, he did hope the example he made ascending to knight was one to give hope for his tactical capability. forum.alexsdbzrpg.com/thread/11459/path-medium tho he suspected not all that applicable to the current setting he did fancy himself some measure of a tactician, granted one with the classic blunder frequent of the idea solid in concept but not always great in execution, not the hardest thing to pull a fast one on a foe that wears their pride openly yet presents such a juicy/spicy vector to attack it from.
The ideal in this case was not to bamboozle, but earnest, settle things without much bloodshed. Vlad however could not shake the feeling of this being a potential lines for double cross from an allied force, or at the very least if they were left with no choice but to hunt down the enemy force until its presence was removed from the planet, leaving it singularly in the hands of Avalon allies how much the allied race may gain from having the competition eliminated. Perhaps he has observed too many political intrigue programs and spent too long fighting Gill to not trust initial perceptions. Sometimes a Cigar is just a Cigar, but one who knows of the tech can’t escape that the Cigar may be a tactical peace offering to turn an enemy into a sleeper cell. Fortuitously Vlad considered something from a practical standpoint as well, field coms with all allied forces was practical in warfare, and as each party had with them a sophisticated android or two that would allow rapid electric brain to electric brain communication if the units permitted it between each other. If their coms were to be jammed, that would enhance suspicions as no doubt monitoring transmissions was to be expected but blacking out coms between soldiers and negotiators trying to end it as peacefully as it can, would be hindrances to a timely finish and assure more suffer and die needlessly as the lines continue to war it out.
Vlad transmitted a request to Sally, a cyborg under his command, to give Yua his com details and advise that they may benefit from maintaining coms between forces and each other’s operational status giving an idea of how each side is doing. She nodded and went to see Yua, She was a 28-year-old who had already been through hell with Vlad’s secular branch, before it fully took form she lost her leg to a steel legion IED also had the other leg needing most of its musculature replaced with carbon fiber weave. the leg that was off was clearly coated in silicon skin, while the leg that survived had scars. Her arms were both cybernetic, lost in the orc fight, she lost one to a cleaver made of a repurposed stop sign and the other sacrificed in the mouth of the orc to gouge the eye, putting her short sword in the brain of the orc. Her head had a metal plate as it was bitten into by one of the sewer king’s monsters. Lungs practically replaced by synthetic breathing systems from all the various gasses the conflicts carried. Sally approached the superior with an air of reverence, Vlad, Shell, and now her, so many legends of the order, both the great highs and the devoted veterans she was quite happy for her part in this and to meet another of the greats. <calm down, calm down. Sally, she is just a person like you. just deliver the request/plan to her then you can daydream about this day for the rest of your life freely in secret> She thought her eyes however giving away she was taking a bit more out of this than just orders as they glittered like an excited fangirl seeing Yua.
“Um Excuse me SER, my superior knight Vlad advises as synthetic entities with coms built in you link sensory details as to keep each of the functioning teams briefed of each other's situation, Sir Vlad gave me his com-data which I will deliver to you now” she dug into her pockets energetically not wanting to waste the time of her superiors. But she seemed to be having a bit of limb malfunction as the hands kept tossing the paper from each hand, <oh come on get a grip on them so excited can’t seem to… sod it> he managed to cup her hands and hand the paper to her. “Also, I am a member of my knight’s combatant force. It is an honor to be working with you, u-under you. My team and I are at your disposal.”<Stupid stupid stupid, after all you have been through sally You're still star struck by your superiors> she thought while managing to maintain a smiling tho combat ready exterior.
Being knighted gave Vlad a decent force of soldiers as his ship AI and his own could do most work on his ship not manning a counter boarding op so more or less his force was composed of half each of his role as front-line guards and universal sentience humanitarian aid forces sufficient to garrison a fully furnished saiyan warship class vessel he built and helmed.
Evaluations on his journeymen mentality holding true, the veteran nodded and gave a fist to where an organic’s heart would be “I will do my all to meet and aspire to exceed expectations, Master.” fortunate synthetic vocals like his could hide uncertainty. Another element he would fault none for regarding him knight in name only, He caught the lines on top of lines of plans he would draw but the time of action being one where he could come on short, and it wore on the veteran not aided by the antagonistic force that fallowed him since before he was involved with the protectorate officially. He looked on the adventures his apprentice was taking on with pride and part of him wondered would she be a better fit for the role than him, he was a cup overfloweth with potential paths and tactics leading to a rather what struck him useful at the moment technique set, EP-3 was honing the union of shield and weapon to a fine edge everything else complimenting or enhancing it, or for the sake of not being predictable, but he had to admit she had the makings of a true battle master far more than him. Tho he did not intend to slouch, this could earn honor for the secular branch and get them to renew funding cut from the orc invasion if he performed well. Plus, as long as Gill and his empire existed, he could not in good conscience pass on the helmet.
Fortuitous that the synthetic brain operated many times quicker than most organic and could focus such interfering thoughts to taking place in sections of the sub-processors. He looked at his allies before they left and bowed. “It is an honor to work with you all, and may our efforts bear good fruit.” the soft harmonics of his vocals came in an optimist tinted tone.
When they arrived, Ozone leaking off of them after the fairly flashy entering to a reception, few could blame. Vlad tapped into what they had on these and should his AI happen upon the language of the race being outside galactic basic he would quickly adopt it, his encyclopedic knowledge augmenting his mind’s capacity and speed allowing to speak the language as fluently as a native tongue. “We come to negotiate for peaceful resolution and redressing issues in a diplomatic, and if you need mutually lucrative means to ensure cohabitation can be assured in as close to harmonious a way as can be attained.” His tone was even and measured. His hard light gauntlets had the blade tucked in and only sporting the finger armor knuckle duster arms dangling on his sides, his form and vocals making little effort to deceive, only adjusting to such a degree it maintains an ease on the ears.
He hoped his assurance of peace could get a mutual lowering of stances and accelerate the time to peace talks and assurances of all being copacetic. Vlad hoped his allies would also resist the temptation to be receptive to the offensive gesture. They came out of the thin air after all. The guns being wielded, tho clearly not native to their skill sets, the ki weaponry seeming to resonate more with them.
Post by Yakumo Narikan on Oct 4, 2021 13:09:06 GMT -5
Yakumo ended up joining the paladins when he met Raiosu who was already an established member of the group who helped Yakumo stopped a mad scientist on earth and Raiosu was taken aback by the human child everything he was willing to do despite seeming so outclassed, the young boy also thought it gave him a chance to explore the galaxy more being a part of this group along with having more resources and connections to help him find his father which is his ultimate goal. He lands on Bassas aboard his capsule corp ship that he built up all by himself, Yakumo then walks onto the planet's surface scanning the planet getting an idea of the gravity and the type of atmosphere he is in then he reports to shell and katil knowing he is just itching for a battle and he would perfect for the assault on the Gedd.
He takes flight quickly reporting to the camp he can find the assault team that will head into Borne city. Scanning the entire land below him as he passes place after place at the planet he has not been on at all yet which gets him so distracted he almost crashes into a rock pillar though with his quick reflexes he just barely turns his flight direction to get around it. Yakumo ponders what are the other paladins like or will he encounter anyone he already knows within the paladins, he wonders is there some kind of newbie hazing?
No matter the case paladins are the protectors of the universe at least so he thinks that is what there about so he must be ready for anything, eventually he arrives at the right camp reporting to shell and katil looking at the others who have gathered around then he displays his paladin insignia he placed onto his orange gi then he gives a salute towards his commanders at attendance.
Yua had barely spoken to the General when others arrived and spoke with him. Or was it them? Yua still wasn't sure of Namekians gendered themselves, and it wasn't like that was going to come up in a conversation that wasn't awkward. The Valkyries spun as more arrived, and they recognized a few. Several Captains joined with Shell, something that Yua noted as well within the databanks. She turned at the shout of a voice that she quickly recalled. A Journeyman that she had a few missions under her belt with, Bersimmon. The name was so long, she quietly wished to herself that she could shorten it. "Hello," she started after his flurry of greetings and exclamations. "I've been busy since I became a captain, of course." She gave him a bit of a smile before she asked, "How have you been?"
The Android Captain supposed that she could have him with her during the mission. She wasn't about to insult him by insisting that the Valkyrie protect him, they already had other orders. Plus, he had to be strong enough to have been placed in this camp to begin with. She supposed that the army that they brought would be given main control to Shell, with the multitude of Captains would each control them in smaller groups. She was right in that, she was sure. Within that, she could likely use her Valkyrie to further communicate effectively through the field.
This seemed a fair time to talk to the others, so she motioned for Bersimmon to follow, if he wished to. She wasn't sure if he had things to attend to, since he'd just arrived. She moved towards the two Zaunites and smiled at the two, "How are things on your ends?" She'd wait, though, to say this after Walid chose to reply about his daughter here or not. The two of them had some contention with his daughter at the center during the last war. She had attempted to wield rage, but that emotion did not yield good results. Emotions were still such strange things to the free Android.
She nodded towards Samara and asked, "How have things been for you since Kanassa?" It must have been almost three fourths of a year since that time. Yua wouldn't hold it against Samara if she didn't remember the Android, however. The three were probably a strange sight for the soldiers, especially to see Yua this social around others. She hardly showed this level of social interaction on Avalon, but part of that was how she disliked the eyes and ears there.
As she thought about a few things, a cyborg that had been through many conflicts came to her, Sally if her memory system served her right. The name brought to bare, along with a quick summery. She turned and gave Sally her full attention, and placed a hand in a pocket. She was rather calm as the young woman started, but did note how she looked at the lightning-blue haired android. She started to struggle with the paper, but Yua took her hand gently and pulled the paper away. "Thank you, Sally." She gave her a warm smile. "I'll take this, since I'll have some of Knight Vlad's troops." If they were androids, then she could likely use them like chess pieces and place them where she needed them. "I trust most of their minds have back ups?" Likely not something she needed to check, but it would be easier if she needed a shield to know that they wouldn't be gone for good.
She still had a few things to take care of, but she probably wouldn't have the chance to catch up after the march to the battlefield.
WC: 637 / 1,648
Summery: Greeted with Bersimmon, Walid, and Samara. Spoke with Sally and accepted the proposal.
Bersimmon watched Yakumo fly in and fly off almost as if he and the group wasn't moticed by him.
"My second-in-command ain't him," He muttered. Then, while he was reporting in, after he exchanged pleasantries with Yua, turning to Shell a man in rusty full-plate armor walked by. The man had a face that seemed the only part that wasn't squished by his head armor, sticking out from his helmet. He briefly turned to Bersimmon, his eyes widening.
"T-...Tail..." He muttered, Bersimmons' tail triggering some bad memories. He had met Bersimmon during the mission to stop El-Mondo Diezu. He walked away, trying to hide by blending in with the other troops, but the sound of his armor as he moved gave away his presence.
Bersimmon turned to him. "You, you're my second."
"What? I don't need help from a Journeyman! Or a monkey!"
"How dare you! Just for that, I REQUEST it personally! On a battlefield like this, strength is king! With my ridiculous strength, I have authority here!"
"Th-that's not true! And the Protectorate doesn't need YOUR help!"
"Then ask them why they requested ME personally!"
"Because you have connections!"
"I'm not a Regulus anymore though. Even I know now the Galactic War is over. I'll have Autira confirm this. Besides, i might need you. You may be weak, but your skill is something else."
"Hmph! Fine! I, Ricky Samos of Avalon, will tolerate your presence on my team."
He turned to Shell.
"General Shell, we're heading to the battlefield. Please protect that young kid if possible." With that, He placed his fingers on his head, grabbed Ricky's hand, and instantly transmitted both warriors onto the battle field, both ready to fight and potentially die from the fighting. And the group's fate- as well as Bassas'- was up to everyone.
There were a lot of people that came ready for battle, or at least that’s how the Zaunite took their stance on being part of the group. Some were new faces while others were people that he knew. He wasn’t sure if Samara’s had a minset for war, or combat really but that was because he also didn’t know her. That was something he wanted to change. The stranger who asked about his strange markings decided to come along, but he noticed that they were spotted by someone whom he had a strange feeling that he’d met once before.
“Well he is a Paladin,” he muttered to himself, reminding himself that he probably met them within the organization.
That was when they reached their commanding officer who greeted them. It was a man with green skin that he honestly couldn’t remember if he knew them as well. Truthfully the Zaunite wasn’t keen on keeping up with the politics of the Protectorate. He did at least know that the man was a Namekian. He also couldn’t help but notice that he looked at his wrists.
At first he smirked because he wasn’t ashamed of his actions. He, however, knew that it wasn’t the time to take pride in it either infront of a General. In the past, a General was an easy ticket for him to go crazy and that’s what he wanted. A true Laeryian hated being confined to restraints.
“I’m always ready for Battle,” he responded back with a cocky grin, “If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be wearing these.”
The blue-haired android arrived to greet the two Zaunites, but words were said that caused everything in Walid’s mind to pause for a moment. His daughter was there… He wasn’t ready for her to be in a war-themed setting in the slightest. Memories of Yaidrat started flooding his mind and his excited nature transformed into a sulk-like mood. How was he going to make sure that she was going to be safe while also fighting the enemies?
That was when a teenaged Paladin approached the pink-haired warrior. He belonged to a group of Journeymen who were paired in the group he was assigned to. Walid actually remembered them, he was always asking him not to hold back in private sparring matches before his punishment occurred.
“I can sit this battle out Captain,” the young silver-haired boy said, “I’ll keep her safe for you.”
Words didn’t come out of the Zaunite’s mouth, he didn’t want to admit that he was upset. He didn’t stop the Paladin and allowed them to leave his post. Meanwhile there were two Knights who were bickering, both belonged to the Avatar of War’s group and looked like they belonged in a biker gang with their wild-like hair and markings around their necks or wherever exposed skin was found.
Walid walked up behind them, overhearing that they were arguing over who would be in charge in case something happened to him. He didn’t like whining, nor did he like their attitude. He also didn’t like that they were speaking as if something would happen.
“Hey guys,” he said in a cheery way and reached his arms up to place them on the backs of their heads, “Shut the fuck up!”
The pink-haired warrior then pushed with what strength he could muster in the weakened state that he was to slam their skulls into each other. It wasn’t enough to damage them from fighting, but their brains were rattled for a moment. He stood infront of the rest of the troops, preparing for a speech.
“We ain’t gonna have none of that,” he said, “You hear me? We’re a team, we’re brothers and sisters. I may be in charge but we move as one or we don’t move at all. And if I see or hear anyone else whining or arguing, prepare to start running away to your moms.”
Immediately everyone in his troop yelled in response as a way of agreeing. He didn’t like being in charge of something simply because people who acted like children didn’t belong in battles. His attention went towards the General.
“What’s our next move,” he said with an intense stare, meaning to imply that he was hungry for War.
The pink-haired woman arrived to the Master Paladin, but her attitude around her decisions didn’t change. It remained that way until the woman said that Hobbet’s life was her responsibility. She went from serious, to nervous in a heartbeat because she didn’t see herself capable of making sure someone else would stay alive. She didn’t even hide it, placing her gaze to the ground.
It also appeared that one other person would be joining them outside of her personal group. She wondered what he was because she felt like he wasn’t human. Since it was just the two of them a slight feeling of relief wept over her because it meant that her father wouldn’t be joining them. The Master Paladin motioned them to step on a teleportation pad and she looked over at the blonde-haired Zaunite.
“You’ve never used one of these before have you?” she asked him, “Because I haven’t either and I’ve heard horrible things.”
Once the group was ready, they were transported through the launch pad to another location. The ride was bumpier than she was ready for. The world around her shook and she was even getting scared. Her hand reached out in an attempt to hold Hobbet’s because she was afraid. Finally the ride stopped and they arrived at their set location.
The Halfling, however, wasn’t settled as her balance seemed shifted. She also tried her best to hold down what was about to jump out of her, but it was too late. As the tiny aliens pointed their spears at the group, her mouth opened up and vomit spewed out of her towards them. Anyone in their right mind would see that as an act of disrespect.
A silver-haired Avalonian by the name of Cedric appeared out of thin air infront of the pink-haired woman. Unlike other Paladin Knights, he wore a sleeveless vest with a tan long sleeve shirt underneath that. He had a smile plastered across his face in an attempt to show that he meant no harm.
“Sorry about that,” he said, “To her people that’s a way of introducing one another with great respect. We tried to tell her not to, but she couldn’t hold in her excitement.
Kari’s eyes went straight for the stranger. His words made her sound like an idiot, but he was trying to protect her and she could understand that. Her cheeks became flushed immediately at the sight of him.
It was time for battle. Shell felt the ominous feeling of eminent battle starting to fall over the gathering of soldiers. The distance between them and the battlefield was not that far, but still far enough that it was not exactly right around the corner either. This was the time that hardened warriors seemed to in a way find peace in. The Namekian Hero might have been extremely powerful, but he was not a hardened warrior. His life had been full of war, battle, training, striving for some ancient hidden power that he didn’t completely understand within himself, but still before every battle he rarely found peace. He knew what was to come and what was being risked with this endeavor.
Walid acknowledged his bracelets as well holding back his power for now as a sign that he was always ready for this sort of thing. An Avatar of War… well that made sense if he was truly that. He tapped the corner of his sunglasses as he looked at the bracelets, ”Release code recognized. Power to turn off power suppression is ready for whenever you need it sir.” AURORA said tapping into the system that controlled his restraints.
Shell looked at the pink haired man, ”If you need your full power just let me know over comms. I should be able to unlock them from any distance and if not, I’m pretty fast.” He smiled a little as he turned to assess the rest of the groups that had gathered.
Commander Uble’s troops had been designated to help Captains Niles and Faze for ground and air support. That certainly made the most sense. The commander though was going to stay back on this mission, simply trying to have a collection of data for Shell if he needed it as the battle escalated. The computers he had were obviously AURORA certified and he would be able to add a human’s eye to the information that was being retrieved during the battle if the Master General needed it.
Warriors gathered and the power of the collection of warriors that were going to this battle was starting to become blatantly apparent. They had either come massively over prepared for this, or they were about to enter into a struggle that Shell couldn’t completely predict. Then one of the more eager warriors came up to him and told him to watch after a young warrior before teleporting away. The Namekian was caught off guard and didn’t know what to even think about that, but what he did realize was that while they had a number of powerful warriors among their numbers, the troops that were here in general were rather young.
Quick scans of the soldiers showed that many were on a first deployment on this mission. That was hard for any person to be sent on and when they could possibly tell the power of some among the group it likely didn’t inspire much confidence. He could tell right away that it could be a troublesome situation if everyone wasn’t completely ready for this battle.
The Namekian floated into the air, a flare of his power likely garnering the attention of many, while they would realize it and get others to turn towards him as well. He didn’t know if he was actually going to be good at this sort of thing, but he figured he had to try. When they became Generals, this was Brianne’s specialty, now it was on him to get the troops ready.
”Soldiers of the Protectorate; I do not know many of you, but I know you are here today for goals likely unique to you. I’m not one in a position to tell you all that I know what you are feeling, why you are here or even what your goals are, but I can tell you that what we are about to go into will be a messy situation; War always is. The end result though, I can tell you will be that we will be victorious.” He paused making sure he had as much attention as he could on himself now. It was certainly a technique he had learned from Brianne, ”Look to the men and women to your right and left, look to those around you; those are now the people you will trust and rely on the most. It will not be easy, but we are all specifically chosen for this mission. Show the enemy why that was. We may be strong individually, but we are even greater together. It is together that we will enter this battle and it is together that we will leave this battle… IN VICTORY!”
The roar of others he hoped would inspire the masses. He knew the powerful warriors would be more than ready for something like this, but the masses where what he needed to win in order to properly win the day. He floated down now a message going out the group leaders from AURORA, ”You have your orders. The troops should be ready. Prepare for War!”
He noticed a few didn’t have squads for certain and watched to see where they went. He knew that one of them had been keeping tabs on him as well, but he had no reason to find concern in that. He had more pressing matters. It was time for battle, time for war!
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There was a moment in time where time itself came to a screeching halt. Frozen in suspended animation, thoughts buried were unearthed from his subconscious to the forefront of his mind.
"At last, we meet again."
Those...were not his thoughts.
Time resumed once more and Hobbet stiffened his posture to appear alert and not at all troubled. Since when did the bastard in his body get so chatty? For all these years he ignored him, and the blonde haired Zaunite grew angry and resentful of the guest that resided within his very soul. Hobbet did nothing wrong, he didn't ask to be an Avatar, he didn't even remember how he became one. He just was, and it annoyed him to no end that his Patron not only refused to speak to him, but he refused to explain how the two of them became linked. Was he just the temporary host for another vessel to be?
Hobbet shook the thoughts away and call it instinct, his emerald eyes locked onto Samara for a brief moment. Azure hair and warm hazel eyes veiled an ominous presence that oozed from her being akin to a murky miasma.
That's a tricky one.
The voice retreated back to his subconscious just as quickly as it had emerged. How did any Avatar get used to such an unpleasant arrangement? To have thoughts that were not your own swirl inside of your head? It was maddening to him.
It was thanks to his status as an Avatar that he had been attacked on Namek by the Avatars of the Minor Patrons, and why he sought the Avatar Of War for help. When a pulsating pain manifested from his forehead he realized that Argus wasn't speaking to him at all...
"At last, we meet again."
Those words were telepathically linked to the psyche of the Avatar Of War and his Patron Of War.
Hobbet wanted to ask Argus to elaborate, but he knew that was foolhardy.
Besides, the Zaunite had more important matters that required his attention, like looking after Kari.
Though, it seemed that the esteemed Master Paladin believed that Kari would be the one looking after him. Her presence alone made his body break out into a cold sweat, as if she had inspected his very spirit and dismissed him all the same. That unpleasant feeling vanished after she spoke to Kari and continued down the line, so Hobbet didn't know if he simply imagined it all.
As the team were ordered to enter upon the teleportation pad, one of the squad members took the time to introduce himself. His movements seemed...off. They were mechanical in nature, and his voice didn't sound organic at all. Monotone and devoid of life, yet it resounded in his ears like one's voice would have done if they spoke into a microphone.
Still, he said that it was an honor to work with one another and Hobbet found himself giving the mechanical creature a respectful bow in kind.
"Y-Yes, likewise," He muttered out. The ability to observe customs and courtesies was a weakness of his that he wished to fix one day.
Kari mentioned that she hadn't used a teleportation pad before, which made two of them.
"Heh, it'll take us wherever we go in a flash right? That doesn't sound too bad, but you can hold my hand if you're scared," Hobbet said to her in jest. When she actually did so however, he reciprocated her gesture by giving her palm an affectionate squeeze.
The trip was instantaneous to him. His footing became unstable when they arrived and it took him a moment to adjust himself but thankfully he hadn't suffered any noticeable adverse affects. He had all of his limbs, which was good, since apparently centuries ago when the technology was in its infancy there were reports of body parts appearing instead of the whole person.
Unfortunately everyone hadn't been spared from the side effects of the travel, as such Kari vomited onto the very species that they came to broker a peace with. Hobbet did his best to suppress a chuckle, playing off his jittery hands by using the opportunity to pat Kari on the back to help her feel better.
"Why couldn't you greet me like that?" He muttered the joke in her ear and a cheeky grin followed his remark. 724 / 2302
Post by Jared Miruzuki on Oct 14, 2021 11:29:12 GMT -5
Jared started to lean as if he were going to walk in a different direction to try and speak with others. His peripheral view caught sight of someone's eyes connecting with his own. He stopped and looked slightly, trying to get as good a look possible without looking directly. He didn't notice Freed looking outright. This girl definitely noticed Jared. But as Freed looked on, there was a sense of confusion. Almost bewildered one could say.
'She...can see me?' He thought.
The exchanged glances lasted but a moment, but it could easily have felt much longer with all the thoughts that came to mind. Jared on the other hand simply returned a grin and a nod of acknowledgement before his attention went back to Bersimmon. But it seemed he had already gone off to greet someone else. That left him entirely alone for the moment to do the same. As he began looking for who to approach, Freed seemed fixated on the feeling he had just been noticed. Jared seemed completely blind to Freed at present. It left him with the decision as to whether or not he should even tell Jared his thoughts. For now Freed would maintain silence. His observer nature kept him reminded of their foreign position.
There's a lot of people here. I'd be more spontaneous if not for this sensation plaguing me... Jared thought.
He could still feel the warmth of his hand tucked deep into his pocket. The signet mark was still glowing. If he could just find what it was responding to. Jared was leaning toward following after Bersimmon. Sticking to someone he knew seemed like a good move. But the other thing I was...it was safe. This realization alone gave Jared a 'shock' to his thought process. At what point in his life did he do anything playing safe? The War avatar brought him. It was time to get to know him. His hair wasn't exactly hard to see amongst the group either. It was the mark he used to find him. Thankfully he didn't have to venture far and strolled in on the tail end of his dialog.
"Well, you're high-spirited," Jared said in response at the end of the group's response to the Avatar.
His eyes suddenly trailed off to the pink haired woman also in their midst, remembering she had come along with them. His aloofness had him lapse in awareness to her presence before but at this point it was best he made blatant notice of it. Then he looked to the person the Avatar was speaking to. But he didn't get a chance to speak before a commanding voice took hold of the room.
”Soldiers of the Protectorate; I do not know many of you, but I know you are here today for goals likely unique to you. I’m not one in a position to tell you all that I know what you are feeling, why you are here or even what your goals are, but I can tell you that what we are about to go into will be a messy situation; War always is. The end result though, I can tell you will be that we will be victorious.”
I feel like I just enlisted in the army back home.
Jared...this situation is...
A lot...I know. But the signet brought us here for a reason.
Jared looked to the person speaking out to them all at the moment. It seemed he was the highest rank of them all, or if nothing else at least the most commanding speaker at present. The crowd around them seemed aroused at the thought of going into this fight. Their roaring cheers were proof of this. Jared, however, remained reserved. His mind was still focused on the signet's strong resonance and wondering if the cause of it was here with them. He still had not removed his hand from his pocket and was waiting for his chance to interact again. He turned to the man at this point in his mind named War Avatar.
"So, calling you War Avatar all the time is going to get a bit winded for me but if you prefer it, that's cool. But I'm just Jared," he started.
Jared's eyes met with Freed as he wondered if he should bother introducing the spirit. The look Freed returned to him, made Jared stop there on the introduction. He smirked, trying to allow his true nature to step in, making direct eye contact with the woman of similar colored hair.
"I'm getting the sense we all just stepped in to a good time here, so I'm ready to go wild when you are,"
Freed watched silently as Jared started talking. His glance dropped down to Jared's hidden hand before he closed his eyes and retreated back to their mental chamber. The 'room' where Freed's memories were readily accessible was in front of him and he stepped inside. The circular wall inside the room had visions plastered upon them. These visions were the memories he'd recovered thus far. The blank spots on the wall were memories yet to be recovered. Too many of those spots were here. Freed grimaced as he looked around.
There are still too many gaps here for me to make sense of anything. I know I'm the connection that made Jared become a paladin. But I've yet to understand why.
Suddenly there was a strong sensation that surged through his body. It was as if he was being forced to acknowledge something. He looked to his right hand and instinctively reached up to his forehead. That's where the sensation felt strongest.
This feeling...it's similar to what I sensed from Jared. But...
His eyes widened sharply just then as he made note of the floor. The glowing existed there too. Freed willed himself off of the floor so he could get a better look. What he would see there brought him to shock.
His eyes could clearly see on the floor the same paladin signet that was glowing on Jared's hand. The sight of this brought Freed so much shock that he was brought of the mental chamber back to Jared's side. Jared was still looking amongst the crowd. He hadn't noticed what was going on with the spirit at all.
'I feel as if I've been here before. If that's the case, then the purpose of us being brought here has to do with me...not Jared...'
Jared could feel the spirit's piercing glance at that time and suddenly looked his way. His expression became an intense glare toward the spirit. But he retained silence instead of speaking. A strong sense like that of incoming conflict seemed to shroud them. But who was the conflict intending to be with?
Post by Yakumo Narikan on Oct 14, 2021 19:52:07 GMT -5
Yakumo looks around at those gathered finally noticing the others he has met before, there was raiosu who helped him and introduced him to the paladins then Yua is there who almost blasted him that one time and may look a bit down on him though from his perspective, Yakumo is ready to show everyone what he is made of though.
The small human child listens in awe to shells' awesome speech, He looks to his left and right at everyone gathered he puts all of his trust into these people all gathered around. Yakumo quickly falls in line to head in on their enemy, just how strong is this enemy he is unsure of but he will take on anything right now with sheer determination.
Suddenly he bursts into green ki his hair going green and flowing in the winds of the planet he unleashes his hidden power form so he can be his strongest self possible for the coming battle. People can easily tell this is this child's first paladin radio here as he blinks minutes after shells speech as ended saying "uhhhh sooo is that our queue to go in or what?" he looks at the other warriors here.
Silence now from the child pondering if he just asked a stupid question as he gets flustered. To prepare more for the upcoming battle he grows several arms out of his body using the Hassuken technique he picked up from Master roshi which is perfect for his brawling-like style.