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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 11:48:51 GMT -5
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HERAHaving recently acquired a much larger vessel, a War-Cruiser class ship left behind for him meant to be given to him once he had returned from his search for his youngest Brother. But, his Brother was lost, his Father dead, and the World Trade Organization was in shambles, no longer a powerhouse, but a vacuum where anyone with weight was trying to throw it around for their own gain. Yet, Hail wasn't worried about himself for once, his selfishness put aside as he saw the requirement to bring back the WTO, but better. He wasn't worried about starting his own faction, or doing something too different from the old formula, but without the vast income the WTO offered Frost Demons, his people could potential evolve into more dastardly or barbaric people. He refused to allow this, if it was a possibility at that. Tapping the armrest to his left as his right arm was bent, chin resting in it's respective palm, his beady red pupils eyeing the small crew he had on the bridge of his vessel " The Dark Sentencer". Rolling his tongue off of the roof of his mouth he'd adjust his posture, sitting up straight before pushing a few buttons on his right arm rest, bringing up a holo-display before him. Displaying various stats, from the distance they remained away from Hera, to ship's average internal temperature, fuel rate, and current staff count, his lips word curl at the remembering of the latter. It wasn't something he was happy about, but he could have been worse off, instead of a 1,000 loyalists, he could have been left with 100. To be honest however he did believe these "loyalists" only followed him because of their devout faith to the now deceased Lord Glacio, and with his other children being missing or killed in action, the middle child was seemingly their only bet to make. Or was he just the safe bet? Was there a difference? Too many enemies, too little time, but Lord Hail refused to give up, first he needed more loyal soldiers, beyond this an empire needed slaves. Hera, offered both. With a second target already in mind, Hail knew to accomplish the latter that he'd need to first conquer a weaker planet first. Beyond this he was also reduced to hiring outside help when needed, thankfully most mercenaries proved loyal enough. Swiping away the hologram from the air itself Hail's eyes would blink, his navigator closing out hyperspace travel as they neared their target. Ahead were a few floating vessels, some older, some newer, all of them decked out with various weaponry though. The natives were namely Space Pirates after all. The Dark Sentencer herself was the sleekest in the area, long and slender almost like a blade she'd cut through the darkness of space, gleaming in the rays of sunlight that beamed off of her hull. Dull grey, but almost silver in hue, she herself was decked out from nose to rear side with rotating light and medium turrets, this line of cannons resting on the entire length of her sides. Beyond this she also had a handful of light turrets located on her belly, accompanied by one heavy turret at the center of her "gut". Atop her was a web of three heavy cannon turrets encircling a lone prototype Proton Cannon that fired ammo capable of rendering ship shields in just a few rounds of exchange. If any of the pirates attempted to attack them on the way to Hera, they'd become a direct message to any other rebels, though Hail figured it'd take more than leveling a couple of ships or buildings. The people were hardy, resilient, they needed to be shown not only an iron fist, but they needed to be showed they had something to gain by joining Hail and the future World Trade Organization. Hail would have Hera, one way or another.
OOC; Ask for an invite if you didn't get one. This will span a few threads and I of course expect potential interrupts, but I want things done right since this is more adventure than anything, as it will probably lead up to a mini-event. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Cam on Aug 30, 2018 16:32:18 GMT -5
Cam had sent out many Liaisons to the former Frieza Force worlds, giving them the offer of asylum and economic reprieve. The bubble that was the Frieza Force had finally burst and the world trade organization was done for. The only way to acquire a world now was if the Crusher Corp. provided, though they did not commit genocide, they were true liberators or conquerors, and once the local army was defeated and the populace controlled, they could turn the planet over to whatever faction had hired them to take it. No entire race needed to die when they could be conquered and made a part of any other intergalactic political and governmental systems.
They were big jobs, ones only the Frieza Force had ever pulled off, so when the Frost Demon's ship was reportedly on its way towards The Megalovania would intervene. The war cruiser, as well as a fleet of six outrunner ships would come into orbit over the planet Hera, forming a small blockade over the capital of the planet. A battery of ion cannons on each outrunner that was capable of shutting down defense systems and electronic systems of incoming ships as well as being equipped with normal assault blasters. It was only a token force of his fleet but it would be enough with the coordination abilities and raw firepower Cam's flagship could provide. "Open channel," Cam ordered, an ensign aboard his ship opening a communication with Lord Hail. Beside Cam stood His trusted logistics Lieutenant, she was a delightful but strong beauty with long silver hair and a scouter that she wore like a pair of glasses, a band covering both her eyes, her look was crisp and formal, and personal Enforcer Duria, a scarred, hardened looking Saiyan who's arms were crossed, a stark contrast to Coca.
"Lord Hail. It looks like you're in need of the Crusher Corps. aid, many planetary governments are collapsing and falling in to disarray," he looked down at the plate that had turned into a brigand pirate base, "These pirates are rabid dogs, they'll destroy and loot anything they can. I can see it's your intention to bring this lot to heel. Allow the Crusher Corp to lead the charge and we'll split the earnings, in spoils and in troops we can enlist. The planet will be yours, so long as you let us continue to open our contracts on it unimpeded." Victory, but victory with conditions, that was the choice Cam offered now, no doubt his fleet appearing would stir about a hornets nest, but fighters had yet to be scrambled. Hail had to chose quickly or the element of surprise would be completely lost. He would do the favor because Lord Hail had provided one to the Kabochan once upon a time. A debt he was offering to pay, nearly free of charge. It would certainly make establishing control that much easier for Hail's forces.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 21:40:09 GMT -5
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The Kabochan.... Cam, Crusher Corps. member. Returning his chin into his open right hand Lord Hail's beady red eyes would express equal parts lacking of emotion as well as his apparent disinterest. However this could prove to be a tad dishonest as Hail didn't feel too sour about it, in reality he had ordered one of his subordinates to contact the Crusher Corps, seemingly they had failed to do so, or in the least failed to send Hail's own offer through the channel properly. Lazily raising his left hand and opening it Hail would keep his focus on Cam who appeared before him via holo-chat aboard The Dark Sentencer, meanwhile the subordinate who had failed him was of mental note to the Frost Demon. In an instant an alien squid humanoid was lifted into the air, their insides crushing so quickly they couldn't manage to even scream let alone gasp in pain. Upon Hail closing his left hand though the alien would erupt into a miniature explosion, Ki used in conjunction with Telekinesis to prevent the man from exploding into a gooey mess, instead being vaporized instantly. Lowering his left hand then back to it's appropriate arm rest Hail would clear his throat before continuing. Time was not to waste, but he had all of the time in the world. "Ah, the Crusher Corps, and the Kabochan leader himself, Cam....I do see my subordinate failed to get my message across to your people...While my intentions were indeed to seek out your aide in this endeavor of taking Hera, my offer of peace and teamwork is...an alternative to what you seek. You can keep the riches, use the planet as you wish, just leave me and my brood 25% of the grandest area on the planet to be used at my discretion, and her people, the entire Race of Hera will also belong to me.
To this end I will allow exactly 25% of the species to be enlisted to Crusher Corps. goals, though only through on-planet operations....These Pirates will not be allowed freedom in any regard, they will be slaves or they will be soldiers, is this understood?
Or would you like to further discuss as we await these bloody Pirates to form some sort of proper counter plan?"Rising to his full height, standing from his chair with his hands at their respective sides, Lord Hail would proceed to shift forward, his tail held just above the floor, a trait that expressed his royalty. Turning his head slightly to the left Hail would send a Telepathic message to the Captain of the ship, one of Hail's own former mentors, a lowly Frost Demon by the name of Chillz who had risen from rags to royalty under the House of Glacio. In this message Chillz was ordered to send a single squad of fighter's from their ship's hangar, these being sleek assault craft, sacrificing long range travel, shielding, life support, and armor for unmatched speed and sickening firepower. In all honesty Hail felt like he was offering the Kabochan a better deal than what the Crusher Corps. was initially seeking, yet he remained prepared for drawn out negotiations. Hence the team of fighters now racing around the vicinity of The Dark Sentencer.
OOC; So basically for Hail, I retconned most of his IC stuff, swapping it out for him never having found his Brother at all, but having searched for an entire year before returning to the known galaxy. We could say it was just Hail who helped Cam escape in exchange for helping him find his Brother, but when they couldn't they went their own ways, i.e; Cam owing Hail one? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Cam on Sept 3, 2018 20:01:13 GMT -5
Cam was surprised, offering a grin, "Deal Lord Hail. Consider the planet yours already," Cam remarked, he didn't need fifty percent, that was far too much of an entire planets economy, but twenty five percent was just fine. Several cool billions if not trillions of credits and tens of thousands of soldiers to recruit. "These pirates will suffer the consequences for their actions, though you'll find we're far more resourceful than the Frieza Force. Don't forget Hail, I know how they used to operate. The Crusher Corp is not that. We will kill what pirates cannot be captured and scuttle and loot every bit of their fleet, I will see to it what ships they have are in your hands intact Lord Hail," smirking more mischievously now Cam added, "Consider our debt settled after this."
It was only a matter of minutes then, Cam's fleet might not have been the largest ships but they were fast. He had brought outrunners for one reason; mapping. They would circle the planet and provide an image of where each of the largest portions of the Heran space fleets were. When all of that information was gathered Cam would strike the three largest. "Lord Hail. You're welcome to join the assault if you wish, I will be attacking their three largest armies with my fleet. With those gone it should break the back of any organized fighting. Subjugating the planet will be easy from there." Indeed the Megalomania would com into a low orbit over a larger island, about thirty miles at its longest point, covered in sandy beaches and green jungles, though parked along the treeline and in the sands one could see a motley assortment of space fighters. "Fire batteries three, seven, and eleven. Power up Ion batteries two and eight for countermeasures. You have your orders, show them how the Crusher Corp fights," Cam ordered.
the fleet would disperse, Cam's ship coming into a prime altitude rained salvo after salvo of anti-matter shells down on the parked smaller ships, destroying their ability to damage the fleet in minutes. Some fighters would rise into the air, those would be salvaged as an ion battery locked onto it, disabling the ship, as well as those that weren't destroyed, though this of course would take time. "Ready the gunships," Cam ordered, "We're going down to meet these people face to face," he wanted to face the Heran's face to face, he had heard legends of the powerful space pirate Bojack, though whether they were true or not he did not know.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 11:24:55 GMT -5
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After taking in Cam's second wind, Hail would merely rise to his full height. Nodding in silence before sneering once he telepathically commanded his communications officer to cut the visual conference off, but keeping radio contact albeit muting it momentarily. "It's time to activate the prototype shield generator, let the Crusher Corps go in first, launch the pod and let's get in a little closer ourselves, remember keep us steady, if we want this to work we have to be aligned just right! Now, go!"FWOOP!Gasses would emit from the nose of The Dark Sentencer as she "spit" out a small triangular pod. Four small engines would then snap into life, blue flames sending the pod flying forward to the other side of Hera. As the Crusher Corps would begin their assault, Hail's wholesale plan would begin, Phase I initiated. BWAAAAAAAAAAWWMMMMMM!A dull, but almost electrical tone would echo out as a dark, yet transparent blue energy veil began to spread from both Hail's war ship and the pod it had launched earlier. Soon this thin rings would expand, each becoming half of a sphere, the two sides meeting in the middle to complete one another. Hera was now effectively surrounded by a massive, but a prototype, shield. Nothing could get out, though small vessels could enter if moving swiftly enough. The trade off being that, while a weakness due to the latter, it also allowed zero communications through the veil, meaning any please for help to those off planet would be of no use, leaving Hera's backup to be merely anyone that might happen by in the vicinity, as well as finding themselves intrigued enough to enter a full out war. And who would do that? Going over the numbers time and time again just as he had even before the attack, Hail would proceed with his plans in full confidence. Motioning for his comm link with the Crusher Corps to be unmuted, Hail would speak again. "If you haven't noticed Cam, we are now surrounded by a prototype shield, nothing can get out, not even communications, but swift attack vessels might be able to rush their way through. Beyond this the energy required to generate this shield is immense, it will only be temporary unless we take a massive power plant at the coordinates I will be sending you.
Beyond this, the planet houses a very large prison just a few kilometers ahead of my position, I'l be taking an attack force there. If we release these even more violent Herans, then we might find even more aide in our endeavor of taking Hera herself."Turning on his heel as his tail whipped about violently Hail would make his way to the hangar, taking a small fighter as a lean Frost Demon, an Arlian, and a Beppan all joined him in their own respective ships. Taking off immediately and racing toward their intended target, Hail would pop his neck from side to side, slowly closing his eyes as he thought about the glory he intended to bring his family, his people, his future empire. It would all be worth it in the end, everything he would be forced to do, it would all be worth it.
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Post by Cam on Sept 6, 2018 17:45:17 GMT -5
"I'll take the power plant," Cam remarked simply, "Once we have control I'll let you know, I'll parse out some of my fleet to keep them distracted and have three ships assist yours. Provided we come in at the right trajectory we can pound right through that shield with our outrunners and gunships." He would keep his war ship the Megalomania in higher orbit, this would allow him a better view of the battlefield as well as the opportunity to keep other outside forces from interfering. "Keep automated defenses online and on constant scan. We don't need anyone sneaking up on us while fighting the Herans," Lieutenant Coca ordered, "Scramble the fighters and gunships, give out outrunners the order to to come in at a precise eighty five degree angel against the shield, out hull plating should withstand any resistance the shield gives and they'll punch right through. Gunships should follow quickly before the shield refreshes."
They were getting ready, Cam took his usual brute squad with him, Scald's platoon, dispatching his handful of elite troops on board to provide cover in their starfighters. Ikondan Iron-wolf bombers, each equipped with a hefty payload of ordinance solutions to the power plant problem. Suited up in his battle armor, Cam, accompanied by his bodyguard Duria and Scald and his seventeen other men, would load into to gunships. Flying out into the vacuum of space, soaring over Hera, they watched as the shield completely enveloped the planet, "Cam, you and the outrunners need punch through the shields on my mark."
Gunship engines hummed a moment as they waited before Coca's voice came over communications, "Mark," full speed hit, the outrunners would slice through the energy field over the planet, gunships and starfighters in their wake, a total of twenty ships would punch through, speeding towards the given coordinates. the Herans of course were quick to notice, anti-air guns and parts of their fleets that hadn't been destroyed scrambling to meet Cam's forces, however resistance would be light and sporadic at best, communications down for the Herans fleet coordination would be lagging for some time. "We have them now Lord Hail, we're closing in on our destination. Arm payloads and destroy any gun emplacements and defenses around their power plant when you have a clear shot." Their network of ships inside the shield still able to communicate with one another thankfully. Their destination would come into view.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 11:21:32 GMT -5
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With full faith bestowed upon Cam and his Crusher Corps forces, Hail trusted the Kabochan to take the Power Plant with relative ease. But, even with Hail's own power at disposal, he was far from the likes of the fabled Lord Frieza, Hail was mindful that Hera might have champions, defenders of her own that might be lying in wait. If there were such beings hiding from the likes of energy sensing and telepathic readings, then they were all sure in for a surprise of sorts. Perhaps in expecting the unexpected Hail would find some solace. And he did. With him and his support following in suite Hail continued on toward prison, it's massive size spilling into sight after a few more minutes of speedy flying. "Buzz, go with Froyo, you two attack the prison from the South, Tank stay on my left, we're going through the front door!"Soon the sky was filled with explosions, smoke rippling out as projectiles imploded mid-air shy of their target, energy shots screaming by as they continued to sail toward the atmosphere only to finally dissipate. "Just as I thought, their defense systems are too reliant on numbers and rapid fire over precision and accuracy. Heh, they still even use old school tech like physical projectile weaponry.
How primitive.
We won't have to kill every guard, the prisoners can take care of that. Froyo, on your way around make an opening in the West wing, having a few prisoners out in the courtyard areas from the get go will prove beneficial I'm sure."In a few mere moments more explosions would ring out as the orange jeweled Frost Demon with pale green flesh blasted two proton torpedoes into the side the side of the prison as ordered. With the Frost Demon Froyo and the Arlian Buzz continuing to the rear of the prison then, Hail would reduce his incoming speed on the frontal assault, watching the smoke billow out from the side of the building ahead. Then the smoke would contort, whipping about as a few forms seemingly came from nowhere, various wild Herans appearing once the dust had settled. From there a number more would spew out, beginning to attack the defense turrets in their vicinity as well as overwhelming any nearby guards. "I won't be needing this ship after this...So let's be a bit flashy ay? Tank, follow suite, but a few ticks back ay?"Fwoosh. BOOM!Hail ejected himself from his attack fighter in a moment, setting it on a one way course to smash into the front of the prison, doing some minor damage and leaving Hail mid-air, Tank mirroring the act shortly after. Fwoosh. BOOM!. This second collision and explosion would do enough damage however to rip open a wide hole in the face of the prison. Watching as the smoke began to pour out now from two holes in the prison, both Hail and his loyal Beppan soldier Tank wold slowly fly toward the prison on their own as projectiles continued to whiz by them, some missing by a fraction of an inch or two.
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Post by Cam on Sept 13, 2018 17:35:43 GMT -5
Indeed, quick work was a word for it. His gunships would circle the large building and all the auxiliary grounds carefully, anti-matter shells fired at any security forces, the gate melted into slag from a single shot, one gunship, then another closing in to let Scald and his men off the ships so thy could storm the compound, "Scald, secure the grounds," Cam ordered, still not having landed, "Roger that," His rough, Scalds rough, hissing voice offered back over the scouters. Looking over at Duria, Cam smirked at his Saiyan Bodyguard, "Duria, why don't you go have some fun and take the over the controls of this place? Get them to shut all power off until we have control."
Cam, of course, had his own plans. Battle was a messy, messy thing, and Hera with its many islands and divided tribes, was ripe for that kind of chaos to flourish. His gunship peeled off, "Lets try out Meiku's new stealth tech," he ordered. The pilot aboard the gunship flipping a switch, while the ship itself wouldn't be invisible, the technology, however it worked, hid Cam's presence and scrambled any signals trying to rebound off his ship. The power plant was as good as Hail's, Duria had increased in power to nearly thirty thousand, any foe who could defeat him Cam would then consider worth his time. He was set to head off towards the strongest Heran power level on the planet. He wasn't deviating from Hail's plan, not really, but he was trying to install some measure of insurance, should he ever need it. The sound of anti-matter gunfire reported through Cam's scouter, Sergeant Scald and his squads engaging security forces no doubt, "Contact!" one soldier shouted, "Left side, up high!" Cam tuning in to the scouter feeds before switching to Duria's. The cheeky Saiyan was already inside the building, able to see through the Saiyan's scouter, he was currently walking down the halls of the power plant unimpeded. A few workers tried to charge the Saiyan, though when they struck him, he struck back, not killing the staff--not trying to, anyway as he sent them ragdolling down the hall into a pair of doors that lead to the turbines that generated the power to this place.
Turning to look at one of the workers, Duria would order simply, "Take me to your leader here," the Heran staff turning, some ran but others complied. This was going well so far.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 10:46:15 GMT -5
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"Ay', crush their skulls boys, it's payback time!...Wait...what's that out there, what'rre dey' shootin' at out there? HEY, it's a friggin' Frost Demon, ay! And he's got a jolly green giant beside em'! Take care of this lot then join up with me, I'm floggin' in!"In a few seconds a giant of a man, though he was proportioned well enough to have full mobility of his form, with a large orange mohawk would lift off into the sky. A huge purple beam would then be released by them, fired from both hands and targeting two of the nearest battery cannons, ripping them into exploding messes. It was at this moment that Hail would've nearly raised a brow, that was if he had eyebrows, or if he was really impressed, which he wasn't, just merely entertained somewhat. For upon this attack and a little bit of small showboating that the Heran prisoner in question, one Bolt would unleash his true power seemingly. The pressure released from the man would cause the wind to blast away from him in a rage, a thin purple veil surrounding him before his prison shirt tore off, flying away in tatters just before the collar around his neck split in two, breaking as it short circuited in the same moment. Apparently the prisoners were intelligent enough to do the smartest thing they could manage to upon being "Released" by Hail and crew, which was to shut off the systems running their control collars. And Bolt was apparently the spearhead of such efforts, Hail able to sum this up by the man's mere confidence in his powering up, as if he had no fear of his collar shocking him into unconsciousness. Yet, his power level remained at 18,220 high relative to most, but still below the 25,000 belonging to the suppressed form Hail spent the majority of his time in. However, the Beppan, Tank floating beside Hail clocked in at 19,840, the difference or rather the similarities in power between him and this new challenger causing Tank to put himself directly between the now incoming prisoner and Hail. In the blink of an eye Tank too would charge forward, the pair colliding with enough force to send out an audible shock wave, one that sent all incoming exploding projectiles flying backward or descending to the waters below. Grinning from beneath his mask Hail would merely continue to fold his arms, tail whipping slowly, but excitedly in the air akin to a cat's. Hail had grown up beside Tank, had trained with the man, he even watched him go on to be one of his Father's, Glacio's, own trusted soldiers, before finally enlisting Tank as his own personal bodyguard. He had full confidence in the green titan's abilities and as such he'd remain still, enjoying the little match unfolding before him, leaving the rest up to Buzz and Froyo at the moment. Meanwhile.....Froyo had sent a scattering array of concussive missiles directly toward the courtyard and rear of the prison, a few pot shots from the ships blasters would also clear a notable number of turrets. In the ensuing chaos he and Buzz would land within the smoke, exiting their ships and continuing on to take down any guard that got in their way. Pacing themselves they'd take their time, though Buzz would grow a bit excited before throwing himself into a wall of the prison, smashing a large hole into it, letting some smoke spill in as the prisoners in the cell he had just stumbled into merely stared at the hulking insect-man with pan iced eyes. "Zzzt, bzzzzzz, zzzzzbbbtttt, btttttzzzz!!"Letting out buzzing sounds that nearly disorientated the imprisoned Herans before him, Buzz would quickly rethink himself, tapping the device worn as a buckle for his belt that held his various equipment. "Ah, sorry about that, I always forget the translator...C'mon now, join the fun, kill everyone! Kukuuu!In an instant Buzz grabbed one of the four prisoners in the cell, immediately tear their head off with his powerful jaws before proceeding to swallow the whole body in grotesque fashion. Another burst of speed forward and his razor tipped carcass would aide in cutting the unique metal bars of the prison, slurping down the last of his prey Buzz would go on to the next cell, tearing it's doors from the hinges and mirroring the "speech" he had given to the other prisoners. It was time to eat.
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Post by Cam on Sept 17, 2018 19:32:38 GMT -5
Duria would enter the command console for the room, five workers standing around looking scared. People knew Saiyan might, and the tail and armor Duria bore were dead giveaways of the man's heritage. "Turn on your PA systems here, please," One of the Heran workers charged the Saiyan, a swift backhand broke the man's jaw, the worker sent sprawling backwards, "I said turn the PA system on," Duria lofting a palm that filled with lavender energy, "I won't ask again," one of the workers seeing the energy burst form would point at a switchboard, "Flip the main switch, then speak into that microphone, just don't hurt us!" he pleaded.
Duria offered a smile like a satisfied cat, "Thank you," doing as instructed he turned communications on, "Citizens of Hera, or at least of this power plant. The Crusher Corp is now assuming direct control of your planet. Comply with demands, do not resist, and none of you will be hurt. Resist and we will exert what force is needed, choice is yours. To those security staff engaging soldiers, lay down your arms and you will be spared, otherwise you put your own lives at risk. You have been warned." The sound of metal striking the back of Duria's head could be heard as a second work had gotten up the gumption to try and crack the Saiyan with a metal pipe, the pipe bending over the back of Duria's head who swiveled around, "Ah, thank you," the saiyan remarked, "You got an itch for me. Here," he lofted a palm at the worker who quivered with fear now that his attack hadn't worked, "Let me pay you back!" before he fired off a shot, a lavender orb smacking into the worker, vaporizing him instantly, "You've been warned," Duria reiterated to those in the room, "Shut the power plant down. Everything." He ordered, with the power gone whatever Hail's plan was next, he could institute it.
Meanwhile, outside Scald and his platoon of soldiers, eighteen in total, were crushing the competition, any resistance gunned down, pounded into the ground by overeager mercenaries, or blown up or vaporized in energy attacks. Things were going well, the Heran's would be without power in this region for some time and that would buy everyone the time they needed to get a foothold, though any good conqueror knew that you didn't take a planet without enlisting the help of the natives. His gunship set down outside a tribal village, they were the some of the strongest fighters on the planet, Cam could tell with his scouter tech, though they were nowhere near his level.
Deciding now was a time for a show of force, any guards that tried to stop the Kabochan from entering were flung aside by psychic power, Cam striding forward, several villagers watched as he waved a hand and sent a third charging Heran flying skyward, Cam let his power level rise to a mere eighty thousand, that would be enough to get the attention of any leader, sure enough eyes were staring, "Greeting. I am Emperor Carambolis, and I come to you all with an opportunity."
Scald would have mopped up the remainders, a few security forces turning themselves over to the Crusher Corp, "I want two men at each gate and a patrol around the perimeter--" whatever the lizard man was going to add he halted, his blue scouter chattering off a series of power levels headed directly his way, "We got incoming!" Duria moving to join the Sergeant, "Scald. How many you think?" Duria asked, "Thirty. Maybe forty. All over five thousand," he remarked. Herans were no slouches, that much was certain, fighting civilians and security was one thing, fighting an army was another, "Here they come!" Scald shouted, "Fire at will!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2018 2:56:12 GMT -5
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Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunchhhh....CRUNCH, CRUNCHHHH, SLUUUUURPP, SLOPP SLOPP, CRUNCHH!Loud crunching and slurping could be heard as well as a faint buzzing, almost a crying out, that was if Buzz was capable of crying, to which he was not. For within the dark confines of a damaged prison cell Buzz had found himself victim to his attempted prey. An imprisoned Heran who was clearly unique, their cell for instance being entirely custom. Not open via a cell system consisting of bars, but rather a metal door and stone walls, layered with power dampening ores. Meanwhile the prisoner himself not only wore a power sapping collar, but bands around his wrists, ankles, and waist as well. Yet, upon Buzz breaking the door and the security system half on, half off, the prisoner had quickly turned the tables on the Arlian, becoming the predator. "Bzzzzt....Bzz....Bz...Hail....Bzzz...Lord...Hailzzzzz....."In time the whispers would cease, Buzz's power level of 12,738 reduced to zero upon his life being snuffed out, a momentary fluctuation in the Heran's reaching a notable 20,000 before falling down to a similarly flat 12,000. This of course had originally been 2,000 to which had lead Buzz on in false confidence. "Heh, heh, bug boy got some friends out there ay'? And I get to play with all of my brothers and sisters, cousins too?
I'll have all the fun.
Yes I will!"Elsewhere in the prison the riot would continue to unfold, while outside Lord Hail was left to continue watching Tank battling the other Heran prisoner of note, having even attempted to clash with Hail himself. For a few seconds Hail had glanced away from the unfolding fight before him, as glorious as it was proving to be, the power level fluctuation of an assumed prisoner and the snuffing out of Buzz's had stolen the Frost Demon's attention, as well as the random shifting of Froyo's. Nonetheless Hail's eyes would return to the slug fest of the juggernauts fighting in the sky. Froyo's power level proved to be shifting about due to having run into a group of Heran prison guards who had been hiding, picking off prisoners who braved about in small numbers. The lithe Frost Demon had been attempting to lead some prisoners to the next section of the prison to clear it out before the door behind him had been shut, the surrounding area still fully powered and effectively weakening the nearby imprisoned Herans. This left the guards fully capable of ganging up on Froyo, the four of them seemingly overwhelming the man here and there while he did his best to keep things near even ground. It was time to eat.
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Post by Cam on Sept 28, 2018 12:06:40 GMT -5
The loud, 'Chkchkchkchkchkchk!' of Scald's antimatter machine gun droned out some of the communications before all of his men opened fire or engaged, what could have been a serious fight for the Crusher Corp regulars was drastically cut short when nearly one hundred Heran pirates intervened, Cam' gunship among them but high above, circling the battlefield, ready to rain gunfire down but refraining for now, letting the locals do what they did best, fight.
Talking with a culture that embraced piracy was... Easy. A promise of a few ships, some money, more territory to be rewarded to them for helping. It was easy to buy the common man, even easier to buy those with few scruples, why Hail hadn't simply enlisted the planet to fight alongside him to take more, though the Kabochan understood that not everyone was as keen on using diplomacy as Cam was, though he certainly believed in catching flies with honey rather than vinegar. He took his time with each word, genteel but not without some steel in his tone as he spoke to this band of Herans. Their chieftain eventually stepping before the Emperor. He explained he wasn't a conqueror, though the one he was working with was. He also explained how to make the best impression to both himself and the Herans new overlord. In the end, the chieftain was given a scouter--one that would allow him to directly contact Cam were it needed.
Turning his own trackers back on it would show he was way off from where he was supposed to be but moving fast, and he wasn't alone. A war band of Heran pirates, some on single person hover bikes, some on hovering attack crafts meant for three or four men or women to man it, and a great many simply propelling themselves via flight with ki, though they were moving at a decent clip. "B'tal, please lead half your forces to the appointed target, I'll lead the rest so secure the power plant," Cam ordered from his gunship which was moving quickly towards the warzone that had erupted at the power plant, "Lord Hail, I'm sending our first volunteers your way," Cam chimed into his scouter, "We're getting some local resistance but nothing that we can't deal with. Power's off, how are things on your end?" the Emperor asked, he had nearly completed his assigned task as well as installing some insurance on this planet should he ever need it.
When the fight was over, more than few members of every fight had lost men and women, Scald's squad suffering a loss of four men and two others being injured, Cam's gunship was quick to land, the Emperor himself rushing to the side of his down men, trying and failing to revive a soldier, and when he couldn't taking his dog-tags and allowing his body to be carried off, it was a small loss, but seeing it--actually seeing it, always hurt the Emperor, every death under his command was one he took personal, a fault in his orders or perhaps something he overlooked, he would do better and ensure that the planet was taken now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 1:59:38 GMT -5
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"Tank, please hurry up and fold this one if he continues to refuse servitude over rebellion to his future overseers. I'm going to investigate the prison further, we've lost contact with Buzz, I cannot even sense his power signature anymore, and Froyo's seems erratic."Holding one hand within another behind his back and with his tail dully flicking through the air every now and then Hail would proceed forward, hovering in the air at a high speed instead of outright flying. It wasn't truly the assumed death of Buzz that drew him to the prison, but rather what, or who had killed the man. On his approach Hail would be informed of Cam's victory in taking the power plant as well as turning the supply off to the outside world. Despite this Hail would also go on to assume, as he had already implemented the idea into his plan making beforehand, that many key buildings would have backup generators. "Do not, I repeat do not send any backup to my area Cam, reinforcements are not required. Me and my men can handle this.
Trust in me."Hail called for trust, but he was lying through his teeth. Though he was only keeping small things from Cam, these were nonetheless lies.
Froyo would continue to stand his ground on par with the guards attempting to gang up on him, their numbers proving to be their true strength. Still the Frost Demon was making some ground, here and there landing clean shots to each of the otherwise somewhat weaker guards. As the fight continued to unfold however the guards began to implement an array of weaponry. From short swords to electric stun batons, to some gadgets allowing them to fire unnaturally rapid Ki blasts. Froyo's tail was soon to be impale, spiked, a sword planting it firmly against a wall leading to him to letting out a high pitched scream of pain, flailing about before a baton caught him firmly across his left cheek and then his right knee cap. Swarmed then with kicks and continued bludgeons at the hands of shock batons Froyo would soon be nearly knocked unconscious before surrounding himself with a purple energy bubble, tossing his attackers aside momentarily. Before he knew it though an massive explosion would destroy over a 3rd of the prison, smashing through the wall that Froyo was pinned to as well as shattered the energy shield he had summoned. Freed from the sword pinning him to the wall Froyo would slowly wake, stirring only to realize the tip of his tail had been cut off in the process of being freed. Face down in the rubble he'd attempt to catch his breath before a large foot came down upon the side of his head, smearing his face into the ground further and causing him to cry out in pain until the foot was removed. Whoever the foot belonged to would continue on, seemingly ignoring Froyo's existence as it sensed a higher power level headed directly towards the prison. " Gogo, you take Rufus Redbones and twenty of the security forces elite soldiers, head to the power plant immediately. Stop for nothing, if anything or anyone gets in the way, remove them from play altogether.
I repeat, no prisoners are to be taken. "Closing out a communication device Gogo the Gorgeous would let out a few chuckles before gathering her 20 Elite warriors and then waking up Rufus Redbones with a powerful slap to his chest, waking him with a startle though he was quick to turn to a grin. Rising up then it would be these two Captains of the Defense Force that would lead out reinforcements to the power plant, blasting through the sky like raging comets.
OOC; Figure we could start Roleplaying each other's enemies? Right now Tank [me] is fighting Bolt [npc] and Hail [me] is about to fight The Eater [npc]. Meanwhile I sent some Heran "defense force/security" your way. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Cam on Oct 8, 2018 12:18:45 GMT -5
Don't send reinforcements, that had been the request, "Change in plan. Hunker down here boys! We'll hold what we have. Treat the wounded, give those who wont fight back quarter. I think we've had enough killing for one day," Cam remarked. Though the security forces of Hera seemed to disagree. "B'tal. You can turn your ship around. Sounds like Hail wants to hog the glory to himself, no sense interrupting his indulgences." It would take some time for the gunship to pull around, but Cam didn't mind. All was going well, on his end, why sweat it? "Set up a perimeter. I want eyes on all surroundings. Round up the civilians and get them secured. Once the fighting is done we'll get them out of here. Duria, Scald, once you're done meet me by our gunship and we'll figure out our next move.
It was at that moment that Cam felt more than a few large power levels careening his way, "Something's coming," he warned. He didn't know the half of it, yet he hadn't needed to even participate in the fight yet. That would change quickly.
Tank was facing a foe likely much smart than him, manipulating Ki was one thing, but being able to use ki like an element such as fire or electricity required a depth of control that few warriors could truly master. He charged the Beppan warrior before him with little care for his own safety, after all he was a prisoner and he would be damned if some musclebound oaf of a warrior was going to keep him from freedom. Thirst for blood, as well as the thirst for freedom and to indulge in all the things he had done before, the theft, the killing, not having to answer to any of these lesser beings, that's what drove him to attack, leaping up he would prepare a flying drop kick, but not before he would attempt to soften the larger warrior's defenses, a hand thrusting out to shoot a rivulet of ki that would go bouncing from wall to ceiling to the other wall with lightning rapidity only to strike at the Beppen warrior trying to bite through his armor and into he flesh, causing not only severe damage but muscle spasms and cramping, fighting through pain was one thing, fighting through pain, cramps, and numbness was on a whole different level, and should it weaken his foe that kick would come flying it to crack against the Beppan's skull, Bolt would laugh mockingly at his foe, "You're gonna have to move a lot faster than that if you wanna keep up. Can you do somethin' for me though? Go 'Ho-ho-ho!' Jus' like the commercial!"
Delicious. Simply delectable, like lobster but with a lot more fear and notes of anguish, the eater licked his fingers clean as he had finished dining on Buzz--on second though, no he hadn't. Reaching down, he ripped another arm off the Arlian before he stepped out of his cell. He wanted to bring a snack with, after all it had been such a long time since had gotten to east something that wasn't rat infested prison food. How long had it been since he had feasted? Months? No, years. It had to be years, time was hard to manage in that cell. He had been there since his arrival and hadn't left it, with no windows and barely any light, the seclusion had only wore more and more on his sanity as well as his hunger, the fact that he wasn't a slavering beast howling at the moon (Which really wasn't too fare off from reality) was a miracle. He started at the fingers with this arm, ripping a few off with his discolored teeth and crunching them down, spitting out pieces of exo-skeleton past the meat of Buzz's fingers. His senses tingled, there was another delicious cuisine nearby, he could tell, something he had never eaten before. The eater scanned his surroundings, prisons cells like his all around--no one he cared to eat though, except for the one at the end but he could snack on him later, for now his focus remained on the nearby high power level. Finally getting some proper power he lifted off the ground and began floating towards Hail, moving from room to room until he had finally found his prize, though it didn't look quite how he expected. He tried to speak, though as rasp was all that came out, he growled about to pounce then though better of it, instead dropping his power level lower. He would stalk the Frost demon and wait until the right moment, then he would kill him and taste of that strange pale blue flesh.
He hoped it tasted as good as the Arlian, and almost couldn't contain himself long enough to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 12:22:10 GMT -5
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"GoGo....Those power levels, you know I ain' scared, but they aint no joke....We ain' finna' use that technique are we? It's too much...It gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it! But if we gotta' I guess..."Only responding to Rufus Redbones with the mixture of a grunt and sigh she'd simply roll her head, turning her attention to the 20 Elite Warrior Guards following them, 5 of which rode small hovering discs to allow for full mobility, as well as to allow them to dive bomb their targets as well as attack from afar while remaining stable. The other 15 remained flying by their own volition, each wearing the same armor albeit customized to a certain extent, each soldier varied in size however. Coming in hot toward the Power Plant they'd make no attempt at a stealthy attack, instead the twenty-two man team continued to cut through the sky. Only upon their initial approach would the five disc riding jockies fall back just a tad to act like "snipers", using their Ki and related weapons to attack from afar as the others continued forward. Then, but a noticeable time period after, the other fifteen soldiers would move forward, GoGo and Rufus slowing down just a tad as they both fed Ki to their throats, boosting their tone and voice greatly. "Hey, you land lubbin' space robbers, it's time to come on out! Put your weapons down and free our people, we'll make your deaths quick! Stay in there like rats and we'll drag out the extermination with public torture, executions! This is GoGo and Rufus Redbone of Hera's Guard Force, you stand no chance so just stand down!"It was at this time that the pair revealed the technique they had been speaking on prior. In a few moments they gone from moving slow, to a halt, to looking at each other before flying in and out of one another's presence. Spiraling and racing through the air they'd charge their Ki Aura's before they combined, becoming one, before then a blinding light would consume the pair. Given another second the light would subside, leaving a non-transparent green bubbling mass, which too would subside, but only after it "popped" outward. This left a lone figure standing mid-air, an incredibly long red mohawk [though unstyled] ran from their skull all the way to their lower back, muscles rippled as they stood at about six feet eight inches tall, but their beautiful face, cute smile, and notable bust gave them away. GoGo and Rufus had clearly used their own version of the Fusion Dance, but due to the woman's strength their combined form relied mostly on her feminine features. Chuckling to themselves as they began to move forward again they'd once more feed Ki into their vocal chords. "We'd prefer it if you stayed in their like a beehive, we'll be coming to kill your Queen, then watch you all scatter like insects!"Speaking just a few words into their linked com device Gofus the Red would order their men to attack, fifteen men swarming the Power Plant as they split up into two man teams, covering the building as best as they might. Meanwhile the five riding rotating discs began to attack from afar, rifles rigged up to their armor as a means to siphon Ki for unstable, yet powerful long range sniper shots that would ring out, echoing for over a mile each.
Soon their brawl would take a turn, Tank's reliance on his endurance and brawn giving in as he was wracked with cackling electric energy. At first it seemed to to pass through his armor without hindrance, phasing through, but soon he'd notice the spiderweb fractures on his breast plate, then the pain hit him. Crying out as his muscles and insides were attacked by phantom energies. Flexing his muscles in feigned defiance he was left to be hit with Bolt's dropkick that would send him reeling, crashing through one tower before coming to a stop upon colliding with an arena elsewhere. Groaning and hacking he'd be forced to slowly rise to all fours, taking his time to fight off the rest of the spasms littering his form. Once back to his feet though he'd wipe the saliva dripping from his mouth before removing his chest armor, leaving his green torso fully uncovered now. Removing his scouter then and tossing it toward Bolt, but not entirely as he didn't care if the equipment was left to fall down to Hera below or not. "Heh, I'm not much of a talker, but that was a good one there. But, you should take that scouter, sense the real difference in our powers. You're destiny is waiting, just like the planet is waiting to become Lord Hail's!"Popping his neck from side to side then Tank would begin to flex again, letting out a loud extended battle cry as he began to build up his power, calling upon hidden reserves that had gone untapped for sometime now. Oddly enough, the titan of a Beppan would grow even larger in size, nearly twice his original. Waving on Bolt at that moment he'd sneer, exploding upward from the gladitorial arena as he targeted the freed prisoner once more. Reappearing at Bolt's left he'd attempt to throw a simple left jab before following it up with a right hook. However this combo was futile as it was to just keep Bolt focused as once the combo finished Tank released his Ki into a somewhat explosive aura. A momentary build up and charge was all that was required, in the next moment the veil would implode outward, threatening to send Bolt flying as well as potentially burn him somewhat.
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Post by Cam on Oct 11, 2018 13:06:06 GMT -5
Scald was about to give the order to open fire when Cam raised a hand for him to refrain, "Pull the men back, no sense losing anyone else if we don't have to. I'll handle this myself, just be ready if I need you," the Canean nodded once, reaching a finger up to his scouter, "All forces, pull back to the power plant compound and take up defensive positions, the Emperor is gonna stretch his legs," the lizard gave his master a dastardly sharp grin, "I love to watch you work," before his soldiers would withdraw. Many of the Herans who had joined Cam following, "Duria. With me. B'tal, when you arrive strike from behind towards their reinforcements, I've ordered your men inside the compound," Cam stepped forward with Duria to meet Gofus--indeed she was a beauty, though such things didn't truly matter to the Kabochan in the heat of combat. With a practiced motion, he waved a hand and all ki orbs and burst that had been fired halted mid-air. Cam had become an incredibly powerful Psychic warrior, even ki was within his grasp to manipulate with it. It was akin to using an inverted controller in a video game, with enough practice one could play with it just as easily as a regular one, it granted foresight into how much pressure and how precise his timing needed to be, though Cam would return each ki attack to its sender, "Halt this farce! We're no pirates! We're the Crusher Corp. We've been paid to take your planet. I will give all of you mercy and quarter if you surrender know, if you do not you take your own life into your hands, but before we do anything brash know you're fighting one of the strongest military powers in the galaxy," gesturing a hand towards himself Cam would gloat, "And I am the head of it. I've seen many cheap tricks and overcome them all. I have no desire to kill any of you, do not force my hand." the Saiyan Duria stood beside Cam, arms at his sides as his power rose form twenty thousand to nearly seventy thousand, seemed the Emperor's bodyguard was stretching his legs as well. "Shall we?" The Saiyan asked, "Indeed. Don't kill anyone if you don't have to," Cam ordered before both lifted off the ground, Duria swiped his hand and a smokey grey orb spat forth from his hand into the crowd of herans before it burst into a massive smokescreen. Duria knew that such a trick wouldn't work on the Kabochan, but then again it wasn't for him, his Emperor was able to see energy signatures inside a persons body, a simple cloud of smoke would obscure nothing for him, and Duria had a scouter as well as the ability to sense ki signatures.
Time to play.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2018 11:59:16 GMT -5
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With Froyo's endeavor continuing to unfold, Lord Hail would continue his approach to the main maximum security prison, tracking down the most notable power level as others were snuffed out here and there. Some prisoners had made a mad attempt to flee while others fought each other or targeted the guards themselves. Hands held within one another behind his back he'd finally come to slowly hover his way into the prison through a veil of smoke and flames, touching down feet first along some rubble and debris littered floor. Licking his lips before continuing on forward, ignoring any chaos in his surroundings while speaking loud and clear for any rogue Herans to hear him. "If any of you survive your little squabbles now, lay down your lives and loyalty as slaves, serve a rising empire or die a meaningless death. It means little in my grand scheme, there's plenty of sheep."In the coming moments one Heran would rush him, only to be repelled with an invisible telekinetic force, a second receiving the same albeit having their neck snapped by a transparent limb. Moving forward still Lord Hail would eventually happen behind his target. Another prisoner, though Hail had expected a guard he wasn't bothered by the fact. The titanic ogre like Heran seemed to be a mutation of sorts, grey skin instead of blue, black hair instead of red, with piercing crimson eyes. Impossibly large even compared to a body building Heran, " The Eater" had long been imprisoned after being experimented on, his crimes against the Heran civilization to unforgivable to give even if they had created him. And yet, Lord Hail remained unmoved, only interested in the possibility of a good fight, what his opponent looked like mattered little to nothing to the aspiring Frost Demon. "I can only assume that you're the one who killed Buzz, I mean he is dead right? Kuku, he was useful, and in his end he served one final use, drawing you to me, kuku."Raising a single hand, his right, he'd extend a lone pointer finger attempting to fire a single Death Beam aimed at the titan's left shoulder. Meanwhile he was using the raw power of his mind to throw a telekinetic wave toward The Eater hoping to send him reeling backward if possible. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Cam on Oct 18, 2018 20:47:54 GMT -5
The Eater growled, he leaned back, inhaling--one could almost see a glow in his chest rise to his throat as he conjured up energy to match that of the Frost demon's, he loosed his attack out his mouth, a wave of fetid energy rushed forward, the black and green ki trying to consume all it touched, eating away at it like acid, though his main goal was to stop the death beam fired at him. He was quicker than one might expect for a hulking being, though still slower than someone leagues smaller. Solitude had ripped away his mind, even the act of speech evaded the larger creature, only one thought, one instinct was present in his mind, the need and want, to eat anything that resembled flesh. How he had gotten this way, no one knew. Their were rumors he had been a normal person once upon a time--which was true in Heran terms, though the desire started long ago, a series of mishaps that caused him to be the way he was. From there he had become a threat to any of the common populace, he ate dozens of his fellow herans, a few off-worlders as well, though those were few and far between on Hera.
With the Death beam gobbled up in his own energy the Eater rushed forward, trying to grab Hail by each side of his shoulders, his jaws slavering her tried to hoist the frost demon up and bite the top of his skull off--something he had learned to do in order to pacify his targets quickly, though when left alone with them, he would take his time frequently. Devouring limbs and non-vital organs first, for he reveled both in the taste of flesh and the taste of fear. His reddened eyes swollen with blood as he was getting ready to enter a frenzy. Devouring so many strong foes, other prisoners and this "Buzz" as well, caused his form to grow and surge with even more power, and he couldn't wait to indulge himself further, both with a new type of meat to try and more power to unleash.
His dreams of stripping the meat off the bones of every living this would come true one day, he would make it so, this enemy with all his power and talk of slavery, was just another fleshy link in his long streak of obscene, horrific hunger, nothing more and nothing less. It seemed it would take more than simple brute force to kill such a foe.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2018 11:09:30 GMT -5
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It didn't speak, it didn't do anything at first, but as Lord Hail watched it, The Eater's body language told the Frost Demon all he knew. What stood before him was a monster, the way it breathed, the way it looked at him like it wanted to eat him alive as he cried out in pain the entire time, the drool dripping from it's wretched lips and it's nigh grinding teeth. A monster. Having to take another moment to snap back into reality Hail would then notice The Eater's counter attack was a seemingly acidic breath, one that dissolved his Death Beam altogether. This and being nearly horrified left the smaller Frost Demon open then for The Eater's next attack, a simple snatch and grab. The intent of the latter becoming clear quickly as his opponent then began to attempt to bite Hail's head clean off. Gasping in horrified silence he'd nearly lose his head until he came to his senses, or rather out of fear he transformed. Releasing his full power in a single instance Hail would transform, shifting into his 2nd form, a hulking shape of his own. Bulking up considerably while gaining a clean ten feet in height, putting him at 16'00" flat, both this and his base form's height clear notes that gave away his lineage as a son to Lord Glacio. Also in this form his bio-armor would produce a flowing cape while his horn-crown became more defined, the horns ending in sharp stabbing points. Because of this the Frost Demon would impale his would be eater's mouth and cheek as well as his neck/shoulder as two of these horns defended him unintentionally. Pulling back and shoving away The Eater with all of the strength he could muster in that moment, Hail would also throw in a telekinetic bubble between the two adding further distance. Regathering himself and wiping away The Eater's foul blood that began to pour down his face from the horns atop his head Hail would work on calming his breath before standing upright entirely once more. He was to be a King, nay, an Emperor one day, he was one of the sons of Lord Glacio of the Glacio Clan, he had to forget his fear or learn to use it as a strength. Weaknesses would get him crushed or worse, killed. Once his breath had been calmed and his nerves eased Hail would begin walking toward The Eater, seemingly without fear. "Hyeh, if you continue to fight like a barbaric dog you'll be put down like one. But, where is the excitement in that? I'm here to conquer your world, to take your people, and to kill you, but I too enjoy the flames of war!"Raising his hands and clenching them into fists he'd recant a foreign spell in his mind, speaking it telepathically to himself while affording his Ki for the technique. In the coming moments ethereal Hellhounds would be called forth, black and ghastly they were outlined with a blueish green ectoplasmic glow, their silver teeth barred and gnashing as drool spilled from their mouths onto the ground below proving that they were indeed physical beings. Sending his pack of Hellhounds forward then, eight in total, he'd mentally command them to attack hands, fingers, legs, arms, and The Eater's throat. If he wanted to be a dog he'd be torn into pieces by wolves. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Cam on Oct 20, 2018 18:49:07 GMT -5
All of Hail's words were wasted. A beast would fight like a beast, no matter the odds or numbers. The Eater had become like an animal. Pain set his powers off further. It seemed Hail had, whether he intended to or otherwise, wounded the large malformed Heran, though it wasn't enough to truly set him off. The blast sent the Heran tearing through one of the prison's walls. Landing in a pile of rubble, he was quick to get up. Coughing blood off to one side, he raised both his hands as these hellhound constructs charged, trying to catch them and slam each of them into the ground, before there was a roar. Time to put that newfound power to use.
Waves of ki energy surged off the Eater's body, shattering the foundations of the building around him, he would try to bring this place down on Hail and his dog's heads, taking full advantage once the building began to crumble to move quickly at his foe. Those blood red eyes looked frantic, though he had more strength to tap into. Wiping at the blood that dripped out his mouth, the only taste of blood that he had gotten bored of, yet the taste sparked a rage inside the Heran that was hard to match. Hail was now larger, and therefore just more meat to eat. Launching himself at his foe with newfound strength, those sharpened claws swipe-swipe-swiped at the Hail, trying to rake across his face and belly. Either he would blind his enemy or rip him open--after all, it was hard for a foe to fight him when they were tripping over their own entrails, following up the attack with another breath attack--however this one appeared to be pure malevolent energy, not bothering with the nuance of making his attack like a dissolving acid this time as Hail currently wasn't trying to retort with any energy of his own.
He would save any sort of attack like that for these dogs--he much preferred people over dogs, animals like that tended to be very bony, and it was a lot of extra work to crack open their bones and suck the marrow from them, not to say he wouldn't do that with all of his kills after he was done picking every ounce of meat from their bones. Their was shouting down the crumbling hallways. Other prisoners trying to make a break for it as the building began to come down on top of them. He was ready for it, would Hail be?
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