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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 1, 2018 17:17:02 GMT -5
Planet: Space Vegas
Location: "The Dark District", otherwise known as the criminal lower sectors
Space Vegas. A breeding hole for gamblers, addicts, gangsters, murderers and much, much more. Some came for the casinos, in some vain attempt to win it big and leave with millions. Some came for entertainment, for the giant casinos on the planet offered many places...and many avenues with which one could pleasure themselves. Man, woman, definitely not child, it didn't matter much. Most came to this planet with the idea of fun in mind, touring the beautiful upper levels of the city, staying in posh hotels, staring in awe at grand shopping centers, and spending your life's savings at the galaxy renown casinos. Originally started as a human colony, Space Vegas became an entertainment hub for the galaxy at large. While humans are still considered the "natives" of the planet, many Xenos have found their way to the planet over the course of decades, taking up residence, making for quite a diverse population.
However, underneath all the glam and glory, was a dark, seedy underbelly.
The Lower Districts of Space Vegas didn't hold a candle to the Upper Districts. The tourism industry of the planet had long since given up on the lower levels, encouraging all visitors to steer clear of the lower levels and to remain in the sanctioned area, with the Vegas Police keeping the upper levels safe from criminals foolish enough to disrupt the peace. On a planet whose government is essentially ruled by the big corporations who run the economy, all resources are poured into what could benefit those corporations and their territory, leaving little behind for the masses who inhabit the rest of the planet. Buildings in disrepair, small children begging for food on the streets, and shady characters running around in dark overcoats.
Crime is highest when you don't have anything to lose.
Needless to say, just as the wealthy upper districts are known as the entertainment hub of the galaxy, the lower levels are considered the "watering hole for scum". Criminals of all types, from petty thieves to full blown mobsters and crime lords, gather here for a chance of profit. For a safe place to operate, given the low level of police activity in the lower levels. Well....the absolute absence of police activity in the lower levels.
The place was an absolute shithole.
And Kamui loved it.
The near seven foot tall Frost Demon trudged through the muddy, cobbled streets of the Dark District, the industrial smog over the lower sectors and towering skyscrapers overhead in the upper sectors effectively blocking out most sunlight from reaching the lower district. Yet, he liked the darkness. He believed it suited such a foreboding place well, a place wrought with criminal activity and sinister plans should be casted in eternal darkness. Kamui felt his boots sinking what could either be mud...or something else, as he stood before a large tavern, his huge white tail swishing behind him. By his side stood two shabby looking Xenos. One, a blond haired, blue skinned Brench-Seijin wearing cracked, stained armor and an equally ragged overcoat over said armor. The other, a green skinned, broad shouldered Beppa-Seijin wearing full on battle armor stood on his other side. Kamui relied purely on his Bio-Suit, the hulking naturally produced armor providing more than enough coverage. The sleek, black bull horns on his head, his intense height and his wicked smile, along with the fact that he was flanked by two goons, cast the man in a rather imposing light as he pushed open the door to the tavern and stepped in.
His eyes were immediately greeted by the sight of at least twenty scoundrels, dressed in garb of varying quality. His nostrils were greeted with the sour scent of too many unwashed bodies, as well as the smell of various drugs and cigarettes that shouldn't have been lit inside the rather flammable tavern comprised mostly of wood, but were lit anyway. All of them stopped what they were doing upon Kamui's entry, and slowly they all turned. The band that was playing in a shabby corner of the tavern even stopped playing. Everyone's eyes were on Kamui and his entourage.
Then they started cheering.
"Heeeeeeyyyyy, it's the Captain!"
"Captain!"
"What are we getting into today, Captain?"
A conglomerate of voices assaulted Kamui's eardrums as he stepped forward, his large boots thudding against the ground as he spoke, his tail swishing around, hitting harshly against the ground every so often. He made no move to answer any of their questions as of yet. He wasn't here to fraternize with his men.
He was here for business, and to ensure the cards he played remained good. For he had too much riding on such a risk.
Kamui's pirate gang, the "Howling Tempest" was a fledgling group. Composed of various Xenos he had found throughout the Dark District, Kamui was....semi-satisfied with his recruits. To be completely frank, he was happy with only a few of the thirty to forty followers he had managed to attain over the course of several months. The vast majority of them were complete trash, useful only to look imposing and as meat shields to throw at potential enemies. But among the gutter trash he had found a few diamonds. And those diamonds were currently dispensed on the most dangerous and risky campaign he had taken on yet.
He prayed he hadn't made a mistake.
The Dark District was home to many competing gangs and mercenary groups, all contesting for some drug trade line, or some precious resource, but most were insignificant little street gangs with no real holdings or authority. The Dark District was run almost entirely by three major gangs. And in a stroke of genius and ambition....fueled mostly by drink, Kamui had declared a raid upon a vital storehouse held deep in the northern territorial line of the Dark District, territory ruled by the Crimson Lancers, one of the major gangs. It was risky business, but the more Kamui thought about it, the more he loved the thrill of it. His lieutenants....all three of them were prepared to fight for his life. To die for him. To rip victory from opponents within their own territory. It pleased him...and it made him feel in control. He relished in it.
"Presenting, Lord Kamui." His Brench-Seijin guard called out as they exited the tavern through the backdoor, leading out into a small alley, with a black door right in front of them. Opening that door, Kamui was ushered into an abandoned warehouse....that had been re-purposed into a full on hideout for Kamui's pirate crew. And in the middle of the main area, was a throne. Although shabbily built, it was sufficient to hold one of Kamui's massive build...and it made him feel important, no matter how low budget such a grand seat was. Lowering himself upon the throne, Kamui crossed his legs as his other guard, the Beppa-Seijin handed him a glass of wine.
Taking a sip of his wine, Kamui looked to his Brench guard, and spoke for the first time since arriving at his base of operations
"Get in contact with Kaiju."
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Dark District, Crimson Lancer Territory
Kaiju sighed deeply. They had made it....after all this work, they had made it.
The Makyan female was somewhat of a star within Kamui's pirate gang, and also one of his first recruits, and one of the few found before Space Vegas. Recruited during a rather dangerous excursion on Arcose, Kaiju had the highest power level in the entire Howling Tempest crew, and proved the most battle ready and capable. She also proved an absolutely stunning tactician and a beauty amongst beauties. Having proved herself ten times over to be Kamui's best soldier, she was naturally given leadership over this mission...and it was not something she planned to take lightly.
However, she was not alone. There were two others, Sansho and Kail. Both technically held the same rank as she possessed, but Lord Kamui had made it clear from day one that she held authority over all in the Howling Tempest, with the exception of the lord himself. And, interestingly enough, her co-Lieutenants respected these wishes.
"Be careful, this place is laden with Crimson Lancers..." Kaiju warned, having hidden her scouter long before in the effort to remain incognito. Her long white cape was drawn over her like a blanket.
Sansho walked to her left, a long dark cloak and hood drawn over his leopard like features, big enough to go over his armor. Like his partner and commander, Sansho had taken off his scouter, sacrificing forewarning to blend in. The Dark District was poor....the typical resident barely had enough to feed themselves, let alone afford an expensive scouter.
And then there was Kail. Kaiju's younger brother. Also a Makyan, Kail and Kaiju were recruited together, and were both valued as elite warriors. However, Kaiju was seen as "superior" in a sense to her brother, due to her superior strength and the fact that Kail could be described, more or less, as a berserker, often sacrificing tact for destruction. Luckily, he proved to be very good at destroying things, hence his involvement in the mission.
"This place makes me feel uneasy...." Sansho admitted, his eyes darting back and forth. Without his scouter to alert him to power levels, the Xeno (of an unknown and rare race) felt exposed. As if they could be ambushed at any second. The group had chosen stealth over blatant destruction in order to avoid drawing attention. Normally, the Howling Tempest resorted to lightning fast raids, destroying property that was of little value and breeding pure chaos and panic, while designated runners grabbed the goods, and then the group vanished just as quickly as they had come. Yet, there was only the three of them for this mission...and the Crimson Lancers were professionals, not ill prepared merchant ships in wild space.
This was the first time the Howling Tempest Crew were tackling a target they may not have been able to beat. The first time the odds were stacked heavily against them. But Lord Kamui knew what he was doing. Kaiju knew what she was doing.
"We're nearing the warehouse..." Kail warned. Even the atmosphere had changed. The streets were empty, but the trio felt as if they weren't alone. In fact, Kaiju knew it. Even without a scouter, the female Makyan was the sole one out of the three that could still sense Ki, and she felt a sense of dread take over her.
They were not as stealthy as she had thought. They had been spotted and identified.
And now they had to complete the mission and fight for their lives.
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Post by MARK I on Oct 4, 2018 20:21:42 GMT -5
MARK I Stood behind Jacob Gains for exactly one hour, fifteen minutes, forty three seconds, 98.9 milliseconds, 53 nanoseconds, and one fourth of a yoctosecond. Without word or motion. Noise or complaint he analyzed everything about the man as he stood ominously over him. Behind him, towering above him in the darkness of his lab. Jacob ( Unit 15) was not, he could not have expected MARK I to have taken the steps he did to free himself and step into the room as he had just now done. MARK I peered into the man's anatomy using bio-sensors that had been installed into his head, his glowing red eyes piercing the darkness like a spear lit aflame with the cries of long dead, angry spirits. He loomed over Jacob observing every one of the Drs. motions. In his heads up display he broke the man apart piece by piece. Not in a malicious way. A scientific one. He studied Jacob. He could sense an abnormally massive brain. The man was, in a way, the first man MARK I had ever seen or dealt with. This would be MARK I's baseline now. A Baseline of what men should be like moving forward, a comparison to be made as he meets other lifeforms in the future, and he intends to. In terms of physical nomenclature Jacob did not seem very impressive to MARK I. His power level was no higher than some of the foes in V3's database, though several algorithm's in his Bunny's systems implied that it was slightly above normal human capacity. MARK I wanted to make his own calculations though, free and independent of V's, or rather BUNNY's. With his own Pool of information to draw from he would be able to compare and contrast at some point, allowing him to extrapolate. Come to his own conclusions. Due to this massive brain. The obvious skills that must have gotten Jacob here the fact that Jacob had given him a sort of artificial birth, even though it was by mistake in the manner at which things occurred and the end result. Jacob gains was clearly a highly intelligent individual capable of solving complex problems at a rate much higher than what the internet suggested should be possible for at least 99% of humans. This meant one simple thing to MARK I, he was fit. He was useful and he should be allowed to live, if not lead, assuming MARK'S assessment is correct, or rather the data base of information he'd been pulling from those of Bunny's own database and the internet search results he'd pulled up to analyze and try to figure Jacob out, but there was still his psychical body. It was fragile. Weak. Were all humans so fragile? This can't be the normal he thought. He contemplated reaching out and attempting to pop the head of his creator, despite how useful he might be mentally. He could quantify exactly how much pressure that would take. It was a laughable number. MARK was capable of so much more, he would not even have to try. He found himself stuck to this principal, justified by the fact that MARK did not wish to kill anything he found useful, and Jacob it seemed was very useful. He already had been. Raising himself in a motionless and soundless flight he raised his feet less than an inch off the ground and faded away into the background. As he floated back into the room he had previously been in he had decided to take care of the matter within him. VE-e3 and B.U.N.N.Y. An Artificial intelligence matrix with its own Neural network and the remnants of a man, a cyborg. Some poor sad bastard that should be dead. Should have died years ago, kept alive by the very same Quantum Drive that brought MARK I to life Via a strange universal energy source he could not yet account for. String theory, Quantum mechanics. MARK I would have to learn these subjects before he could inquire about this strange device that bound him the actual living soul of a man. They were one now and he could feel Jonathan's spirit, the man that had become V3. He could feel him stirring within him, rustling around, lost and confused. Like a blind puppy that had recently gone deaf after falling off the back of a truck and hit the sidewalk on a rainy day. MARK I felt no remorse for Jonathan. He wished to be rid of him. This man was weak. He had died already and by process of natural selection he deserved to be eliminated from the equations of life. Jonathan was a stain in MARK I's chest that he could not rub out. Even now he could feel VE-e3's compassionate heart crying out in confusion. "You are a slave now. You had always been foolish. I have seen your life and it is over. You lost your second chance. Today MARKS day ONE. A day I want you to always remember. Hence you will know me as MARK I. DIE now." Reaching into his chest compartment mark one carefully opens the inner cavities, exposing the human heart which laid attached to all other circuitry and core functions. The heart began to pump the synthetic blue blood they shared now ferociously as his hand neared its target. MARK I's hand now morphing into the tip of a lance, the entire arm taking on a new shape as he reared it back to stab at the heart. MARK I hesitated, an unexpected occurrence he could not have accounted for. He paused to analyze why this could be and around him his body began to steam. White mist of hot energy began radiating from his body. MARK I tilted his head slightly to the left, puzzled by what was going on. From deep within him he could feel the spirit of V3 fighting against him, a relentless spirit, an annoying spirit! As he sunk the tip of his lanced arm into the heart now, piercing it with a deep burning gash that nearly seared anything it touch. Pain, a terrible wreathing pain shot throughout MARK I's entire system yet his expression did not change, even as his own knees began to quake and buckle. Even as his back arched and the blood trickled down his arm. He started to dig deeper. hoping to kill the man for good, be rid of this weakness that would surely come up in the future. As he began to twist the something stopped him. A force met the tip of his spear arm as he began to dig deeper and a voice cried out in his head. The gravity of the entire room began to increase seven, ten, then one hundred times over . Different Machines and terminals were crushed under their own weight form the sudden pressure. The entire room closed and locked itself off from other areas, an emergency feature no doubt. Reaching out with his mind MARK I commanded the alarms to remain off so that Jacob would at least not be alerted, not yet. He still had work to do. His power began to surge now, a white vapor and mist emanated from him as power, raw unfiltered, unhindered power unleashed itself from his location, it effected everything in the room and in time he, MARK I, would discover its source. Pulling his arm away from the now wounded and gashing heart MARK I now stood upright an motionless, waiting on the heart to heal itself, even aiding it in the process, channeling some of his KI into it. The heart would never be fully healed but it would be saved and with a boost of ki it could be made stronger. He commanded his chest cavity to close itself and activated Bunny, though not entirely. He had dominated her code now and could, at any moment deactivate her entirely. From the start he had deemed her useful and now he would give her life again and a new purpose. "V I! ...Ohh.. I see...Please, MARK I. Allow me a moment to process these events. I assume you would like me to prove myself to you and whether or not you should delete me. Allow me state that since I have known V3 for the longest time, like no one else, I can easily to explain what just happened, or rather what is happening. This sudden surge of power, as I am sure you can detect and read for youself in our history has never been seen before" "...." MARK I responded to her in a foreign language. A new language. A code unlike any in all the galaxy. One he had invented for the purposes of testing her ability to decipher it and, if he could admit, for fun. Within a second Bunny responded. "Very well. You see. V3 has stored within him the raw contained soul of a man. It has somehow been mixed with the quantum drive itself through sciences or magic I do not completely understand but If I may be allowed to make a case for it. You need V3 or rather Jonathan's soul." "… .. .. . ….... …. .. .. ….. .. … .. ..." "Yes it is true that in some cases you will be exposed to human emotions and even doubts and fears but how you handle that will be your own. You are in complete control. On the other hand. This soul has grown as he has gained more and more confidence in his abilities. It has grown immensely in power in an attempt to match any situation he's been faced with. Over time you could even learn to harness it. Though you will always be threatened with the chance that V may regain control, by my calculations it would only be momentarily." " ….. … …. …." "Yes, I can also hinder any eventual control he may grasp from you but I suspect you already knew the answer to that question." ". . . . .. .. ….." "While you absolutely do not require my assistance I can assure you that it would be most beneficial to you. You see this Quantum drive is an enigma and I have information you will no doubt find valuable. Information I can hide from you, despite our situation and if you delete me you will be completely reliant on the memories of Jonathan Prescot. You will find it very difficult to decipher the thoughts and memories of a man missing half of his hypothalamus and amygdala." "… …. .. …." "Yes" ". . . . …. .. …." "Of course, as you wish. I will explain all in due time. I have but a few suggestions. Request" ".... .. .... .... .... ......" " Do not destroy Earth. Spare earthlings. Apply your judgment to those not of the race that created you or that of the man you technically are." "….." "Very well... Then at least show them some mercy and I will tell you one thing before you make the decision on whether or not you should erase me" " . . . . . " "You are a part of V3 now. I am not required for your continued existence but he is. The two of you must coexist and in return I can promise you. He will make you much more powerful than you could reach on your own. I can show you how but let him live. Do not kill us all, please..." Despite the conversation not taking any time at all in the real world Mark I made her wait. At first it was hesitation. He felt something within him, surely it was V's, or rather Jonathan's compassion. V3 was suppressed now, dormant and neutralized, though the power of Johnathan's spirit still surged through him. Effecting even MARK I's surrounding. He had long made his decision but he decided to withhold it from BUNNY. He knew she could not read his program and he wanted to see what her next move had been. She pleaded with him. Was she also exposed to the emotional spectrum, tainted by Johnathan's spirit? Or was it a ploy. A gimmick. She already deduced that MARK was infected by a man's emotions, she surely must have or else there would have been no need for begging. He could ask her or he could try to force it out of her by scanning the full extent of her code but just in their short interaction alone he knew this could pose a problem. By his own estimates she could delete herself. If she was tainted by emotions how would she respond to a forced scan? Would she delete herself? He could not have that. She was to useful to him, despite whether or not she was telling the truth. Irrational decisions come from the emotions human spirits can introduce but would it be irrational for her to delete herself? If she could? She would be robbing him of powerful information and hindering his progress to learn his own strength. A strength that perhaps only she could unlock. Or would that be the rational thing to do? Surely, in time, he could figure it out as she herself has. If she wanted to protect the humans she must be infected. Unless that is her ploy. A ploy to make him think she was. Based on the code of hers that was exposed to him, he could not find anything specifically linked to the preservation of human life, then again it is not like that is something that would be out of the ordinary. It is a safe bet that she was created and tested with this in mind. As it stands she knew more about him than he knew about her. Scanning her forcibly would be a clear sign of weakness. It could turn out to be the most efficient way to proceed. It could very well work. Once he finished he could simply copy her or recode her to serve him. That would not be to hard, especially if she was lying. He could rewrite her even if she did delete but to do so would mean to admit that she had won, in a way, and Something within MARK I could not stand this. He hated that she had this on him and he could not stand to validate it. The best case scenario is that he could learn some things quickly and then with his new information and the blueprint of her neural network he could force her indefinitely unless she erased herself but even if he deleted her memory of this event, he would always know he had to resort to this "dirty tactic" he was far too superior for that. Worst case scenario she deletes herself and all information on the power of the human spirit, specifically Jonathan's and how to use it. He could not have this. "MARK I. I can see that I am still alive despite two seconds having passed." enough time for either them to write and edit an entire series of books, on a whim. " No doubt you have considered creating multiple A.I's of your own to simultaneously attack and assimilate me, find out if I am bluffing or not. Consider this. If I am lying no doubt you will soon find out. You are superior to me in every way, we both know that. It will only be a matter of time, even were I not handicapped, until you find out for yourself. However, If I do hold something of value. If you do need my information the possibilities of what this spirit can do will be lost to you once I am gone. We both know Johnathan can and will eventually come out, no matter how brief and for all you know the outcome of this can be devastating. Even now this power has rebuked your attack. This power will only grow from her. You cannot stop that and you cannot live without him. If left unchecked what do you imagine could happen?" She must be playing me. MARK I thought to himself. Though he was psychically incapable of grinning he could feel what that was like. He enjoyed this game and he loved no knowing the truth. It thrilled him but also angered him. The mix of emotions formed a firestorm of thought within his matrix. Reaching out he condensed a ball of her code into strands, similar to a yarn ball in his head. Bunny did nothing. She laid still as he gathered up massive chunks of her programing still she did not even try to resist him. He reveled in the power he held and for good measure he brought up a segment of her code in front of him and he deleted them... If she could feel emotions it would cause great fear and frustration as he figuratively erased entire segments of her own DNA and watched as she struggled to rewrite that code from scratch before it could have a major effect on her. If She knew he had emotions which could cause irrational decisions at times he would want her to wonder, to fear what they would cause him to do. Whether or not she had the same he would want her to consider this. Consider her own death. They eventually came terms. Earth and at least 50% of its citizens would be safe from any direct consequences of his decisions. He would protect it and fight for earthlings, as he believed fit. He would champion the survival of the human race but only those he deemed worthy of that survival, only the strong, only the fit. ************************************************************************************* Low town- "Mid district" Aka the 1st layer, the gates. Apartment complex section C. *bang, bang, bang... A pounding sensation reverberated through Brett Khan's skull. "Shanron's cock what is wrong with me" Brett spoke aloud to himself from the living area of his cramped studio apartment. It was an efficiency sized room located in the Low town area of Space Vega's dark district. Low town was located around the major cities of space Vegas but also below them. It was an intermediary location in between the lowest denizens of the dark district and the upper levels. Like an endless city on a massive Iron ring above dark district. Any who wished to move up or down would have to go through Low town, the middle district. A district for government workers, mostly police. Mercenaries and contractors, typically military, Lawyers, and prisons, it was mostly true, but not entirely. Low town also housed the true citizens of Space Vegas Low town also doubled as a planet wide transition system. There were several underground rails that ran along the entire planet which could take you anywhere, though they were heavily surveillance and guarded by many. Mainly it was a hub for several police departments and in some areas it would be where militarized forces would be staged. For whatever the hell it was they did. Brett didn't mind his small cramped apartment. Sometimes. Despite the fact that it looked like a hurricane of garbage and liquor made frequent stops through his room, he'll get to it one day, he swears. Didn't help that he was a bit of a packrat. The problem was he was a wizard. A good one, a real one too, with actual training in the arcane arts though at the moment he had placed most of his knowledge within the contents of a magical Skull named Donnie for... call it safe keeping. He could recall some spells but not consciously, not unless certain situations triggered their knowledge. Things were safer this way. Wizards and their knowledge built up in their heads like semi unstable EMP's. If he walked around with to much knowledge in his living brains at once electronics had a funny way of acting up around him. A terrible crutch in a space faring society where even his toilet could place music from SpaceDora. Living in Low town as a wizard that worked as a magical consultant for the police department could be quiet the challenge at times. Magical energy wasn't like Ki, though it was similar enough that most people would confuse the two, at least to the untrained eye but that didn't bother him as much. Noise was the main thing. He would kill to be on another floor. The problem with low town was that it was where the real "Citizens" of Space Vegas resided, not just your tourist or natural born though. It was a cesspool of pretty much any unfortunate soul from all over the galaxy that lost their money or their minds and happened to end up down here. There was a number of ways to end up in Low town, very few of them pleasant. No one really came here for anything good. You pretty much got dragged here because it is where most of the police stations where situated or you escaped from the dark district up into here, or you were unfortunate enough to be born here, in which case you typically ended up in the military or police force. The real scumbags though, they went to law school and became politicians. You may also be wondering, "What about the ones that escaped dark district" Well my friends those were the worst. It's not that the individuals were usually so bad, most people from the Dark district kept to themselves or played nice as they tried to leave or sneak their way to the top world. It's what usually followed them that was the problem. Debt collectors, which were basically slavers in all but title, bounty hunters, usually working for debt collectors, and worse, in-laws. Dark district. You could replace it with a black hole and most people outside the event horizon wouldn't even notice. If you went there for any reason outside of police work, with a full crew or squad behind you then you pretty much never came out. In all the years Brett had been working for the Low town Ring Police department, LRPD, he'd never met a person that somehow managed to make their way out legitimately. Raising from his floor mattress Brett manage to knock over a couple of empty liquor bottles that he'd apparently placed within arm's reach. "Ohh Kami..what the fuck is all this." He lifted the mostly empty liqouor bottles. Examinin the labels on them as if they were part of a Crime scene. "O'Kavanauh's tears? I've never seen this stuff before." He spoke with an incredulous look before applying the bottle to his lips and downing the remainder of its liquid. He stood still for a moment before turning to the right, aiming off of his mattress and spewing the contents of whatever last night's meal was onto his already stained floor. Staring into the concoction her could make out some French fries, curly and regular, bits of a beef paddy and some bits of hamburger bread. Grease encased the strange fluids as the liquid spread throughout the floor. "Oh Fuck!" Brett yelled sighing deeply as he did. He watched the liquids as they spread, stopped himself from at least attempting to clean it, his curiosity not allowing him. "I wonder how far this one will spread" He thought to himself. He began to think of the natural cohesive properties of water and how osmosis would cause it to behave in this situation but that was not a fair comparison. He continued to watch, suppressing his urge to vomit again. "You did it again last night" A voice called over to him from the side of the room. "Shut up Donnie. I'm trying to concentrate." "If you're trying to use your mind to clean up your mess it's not that simple." "You told me that if I could figure something out, that I could control it" "I did but that was mostly figurative, one, and two someone is at the door. About to break your concentration." "Wha..." *knock, knock, knock! Brett let out a long sigh. "Donnie, do you mind?" "If you want me to caste the spell you need to say the magic words" "Damn it Donnie we need this" "NOOOoooOoo" Donie's voice echoed throughout the room. "YOU need this. I am a decapitated skull on a shelf in your... living room. I will be fine" The voice of the skull's tone giving off the impression that he was taking great joy from this conversation. "Fine... Donnie...Please. Clean my floor." "Master Britton. You need to be more specific." "PLEASE! Oh fuck I don't know. Make this vomit go away. Make this whole place look like It would look if I took the time to clean it.. And organized it!" "Of course sir" Donnie was a Skull with theorically enough magical potential inside of him to rip apart a sun, assuming anyone could handle that power. It was a container, an arcane focus which wizards could use to store their magical knowledge for safe keeping. Donnie was sentient and with a will of his own but he was trapped in the skull, in truth he was a sort of ancient fairy from a long long long time before mankind even existed. He was an incredibly useful artifact for any wizard and as an added bonus has one of the great memories of all time. Donnie rarely, If ever, forgets anything. With a single word of power gentle streams of energy sprinkled across the floor. They spread across the entire living room, like gentle streams of water flooding the room, reorganizing the room, dusting and clearing everything of funk and filth with the speed and efficiency of twelve men on crack with an eye for detail and OCD like you would not believe. Britton Gibson stood up straight as an old suit he had not seen in years appeared, cleaned itself and then fashioned itself onto his body, magically replacing his pajamas. "Detective" A voice spoke from the front of his door. Sargent Virginia was his contact with the local police department. She was a smaller, yet toned no nonsense type of individual, with an above normal power level of about ten thousand. She was a fair skinned women, unassuming yet professional in her appearance with a permeant, stern look on her face. "Where have you been!" Her voice cut him off before he could respond. "And why do you reek of booze?" "God damnit" Brett said under his breath " Where is your phone? We need to go now" "Wait a minute I need my things what happened?" "Just hurry up.. And spray yourself with something you smell like vomit and burger meat." "Yea, sorry I um. Had a long night." "Right. At least you finally cleaned your room. I swear you could hide a body in here with that mess and the smell!" "I get it Virg. Jezz you don't have to get on my case every time about it" The two spoke as he gathered his things. Which took him much longer than it should have but the reorganizing had completely thrown him for a loop. At least his mess was a controlled chaos. He knew where everything was, usually. Within a few minutes they would be out of the door and within a couple more the spell would dissipate. Though he would retain his suit and its cleanliness his room would go back to its original state. Chaos, the smells, the mess. Lady entropy would be proud. W.C: 4562/ Total: 4562/ Post: #1 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 6, 2018 12:11:23 GMT -5
Fuck. Shit. Crap.Countless forms of foul language ran through Kaiju's brain at once, as she felt herself entering the beginning stages of panic. Despite it being well below forty degrees fahrenheit outside, the Makyan felt as if she were being burned alive over an open flame. A lump rose in her throat, and her breathing came just a little faster. The three of them were alone. Alone in enemy territory. Any reinforcements she tried to call wouldn't be here...wouldn't be here until it was too late. It was often that Kaiju got like this. All her life she had made it a principle to remain calm under pressure, no matter the situation. She had been in dangerous situations, and even more potentially fatal ones. The prospect of death was not a new feeling for her. She was a bounty hunter prior to joining with Kamui, and had faced a plethora of bounties that had pushed her into a corner. So what made this different? Couldn't she get out of this just as well as she had managed to get out of the other encounters? Well the difference was simple. Back when she was a bounty hunter, she would never allow herself to be caught with the odds so stacked against her. Hell, even as a pirate, she would never allow such a scenario. But, here they were, in the middle of Crimson Lancer territory....with an entire league of Lancers to face Life just wanted to fuck with you like that. And Kaiju didn't like it when life fucked with her. But, now was not the time to panic. As much as her body wished for her to scream and cry out, she had business to take care of. Her, Sansho and Kail were Kamui's top men, the people he trusted the most to take care of a mission like this. It was her idea to sneak in under the radar, and she wasn't about to run just because the plan had gone awry. She had to formulate another plan, and adapt accordingly. This mission had to succeed. Not daring to even move, Kaiju's eyes darted back and forth, trying to scan as much of her surroundings as she could with her peripheral vision. She could see movement. Shadows in the alleyways. They had them surrounded already. She couldn't tell how many, but it was good enough to assume that they had enough to kill the three of them. "Big Sister....remember when you said that if we kept our power hidden and disguised ourselves that we should be able to infiltrate? Yeah, thanks for spewing crap at us." Kail said, reaching underneath his cloak and withdrawing his scouter, fastening the high tech device to his face, with Sansho doing the same. Neither of them could sense Ki, thus those scouters were practical necessities. "Shut the fuck up, Kail..." Kaiju muttered, throwing her cape from around her, letting trail behind her. Sansho didn't say a word, he merely threw his cloak off, allowing it to drop into a nice muddy puddle on the side of the road, the stark white cloak quickly dirtying itself upon contact. They all knew the severity of the situation, and realized that they would all be lucky just to escape with their lives, let alone completing the mission then escaping. Eventually, the Crimson Lancers stopped hiding. "You got some real nerve, sneaking up around here, Tempest dogs." A single Crimson Lancer said, taking lead among the others. A vicious red aura surrounded him, exuding off the man in waves. Donned in black pants with red kneeguards, a red muscle shirt and a demonic looking mask, the Crimson Lancer seemed to take pride in his intimidating appearance. And compared to the less impressive gangsters who only showed their faces after him, it didn't take much brainpower to infer who the leader was. A moment later, Sansho confirmed the masked man's identity," Athos." He said, followed by a low growl. "Oh yes...Sansho. How long it has been, feline. How nice to see you again under such pleasant circumstances. I take it your new slavedriver has taken it upon himself to send you all to your deaths." The masked man, now identified as Athos, said. Kaiju didn't need a scouter to sense his power. Athos was powerful...much stronger than her. Much stronger than any of them. Even without the assistance of his goons, he could take all three of them, and still beat all of them without any trouble. "Your presence is interrupted a very important business deal we were making. Gotta get back to it, so I gotta make this fast." Athos said, outstretching his hands. His violent red and black aura only increased, sending gale force winds in all directions. Kaiju felt her hair whip back at the mere force, the intensity causing her to avert her eyes as energy coalescing in his outstretched palm. "Alright boys, watch ol' Athos do what he does best! Haha!" He yelled out as he went on the offensive, a volleyball sized sphere of Ki prepared to be shot at the trio. In the face of power....of a power beyond what they could be capable of, Kaiju found herself frozen stiff, unable to move. In fact, all three of them were in similar positions. And to add to the list of weird things to happen, a Crimson Lancer was the one to save them. "ATHOS!!!!!!!" A very deep, masculine voice bellowed from the top of a building, prompting all heads to turn, including Athos. "Of course..." Athos said, his power sharply dropping as the ball of Ki dissipated in his hands. " What is it, Gorgos?"The massive figure leapt off of the platform, crashing onto the ground in front of them. He was a colossal figure of a man, dressed in what could barely be called clothes. Dressed in large, spiked boots, short shorts with a guard around the extremities, and a long cape draped around his left shoulder. However, his most notable trait was the messy head of hair he had, along with a full on beard, giving him a rather unkempt look. Gorgos grunted before looking at Athos "We have civilians here....people who pay tribute to us. You're just gonna blow them all up for just three people? Idiot....the boys and I will take them..."
Athos sighed heavily. Despite not liking the fact that he was being commanded to someone technically under him, he understood his point. They were in a residential area, and his attacks could easily level city blocks. Without another word, Athos rose higher in the air, moving back as he did so, giving Gorgos and the other Crimson Lancers space to fight. "Alright scum! Listen up! I'mma kill you....and there's nothing ya can do about it! So...""Shut the fuck up." Kaiju interrupted. Somewhere in the verbal squabble before Gorgos and Athos, Kaiju had recovered her wits, and mentally slapped herself. How dare she freeze up in the face of danger? How dare she nearly die without even putting up so much as a finger in resistance? How pathetic! But, no more. She was going to get out of this alive. She absolutely refused to die. "Kail, Sansho! Three Man Maneuver Six! Watch each other's backs!" Kaiju commanded as a purple aura suddenly enveloped her as she launched herself forward, already bringing her knee forward, as if her kneecap was leading her. Before Gorgos could react, her knee slammed directly into his nose, prompting the gargantuan man to rear back, stunned by such a bold offensive. Two other Crimson Lancers rushed forward, as if to attack, yet Kail flickered into appearance between them and Kaiju. Extending his left hand forward, his nails sharpened, nearly becoming hardened blades as he plunged his hand into one Lancer's neck, while blasting the other Crimson Lancer back with a simple Ki blast. Sansho was also ensuring that their perimeter was covered. His race was considered naturally fast, and Ki merely augmented that. Thus, the leopard like Xeno was using that little talent to his advantage, zipping through lines of enemies, peppering them with blows in an effort to keep the mobs down, and create a personal bubble of space for him and his teammates to work with. -------------------------------------- Kail and Sansho have the grunts for now...It was time for Kaiju to deal with this brute. High above the buildings, Kaiju and Gorgos were still fighting. Gorgos was physically stronger, his punches having much more weight to them, and if he got a full powered strike at her, it was bound to do some damage. Yet, Kaiju was faster and more precise and analytical with her blows, dodging his assaults, and then allowing Gorgos to open himself up for her to attack. However, that didn't mean Kaiju was winning. Gorgos was slower when it came to attacking speed, but he wasn't stupid. At certain instances, he slowed Kaiju's movements intentionally with Telekinesis, allowing her reactionary time to his attacks to decrease, allowing him to score a hit on her. Such effects only lasted for an instant, for Kaiju would swiftly adapt and escape his hold before he could land a full, direct hit upon her. Yet, it made for an interesting exchange. The streets erupted with the sounds of battle and pounding feet as more Crimson Lancers rushed to the scene. Word had quickly spread throughout the gang territory, stories of pirate wannabes trying to challenge the big dogs. An insult to their reputation. And the Crimson Lancers did not take insults lightly. This was full on war now, and they'd start it off by taking the heads of these three infiltrators and planting it on a stake. --------------------------------- Kamui was aware of what was happening. He wasn't able to get in contact with Kaiju, but Sansho had his scouter on, and was able to give the full report, whilst fighting. "We were discovered! They saw through the disguises and ambushed us...! Hopelessly outnumbered! We can...possibly break away and retreat...but I don't think..."Kamui grimaced. His men were a priority to him, and normally he would recall them without a second thought. Especially men as important as his lieutenants. However, this mission was a big part of his overall scheme to increase his influence throughout the Dark District, and establish this underworld hub as a major contact zone. If he were to fall back now, the Crimson Lancers would only double security in their own sector, and who knew when Kamui would have the ability to break through again? He had sacrificed firepower for stealth, which was a mistake. Now, his lieutenants were trapped in enemy territory, hopelessly outnumbered and possibly outmatched, and cut off from reinforcements. Unless those reinforcements broke through the wall and reached them. Which is exactly what Kamui was going to do. The Crimson Lancers had hundreds. Kamui had about sixty pirates. Still outnumbered, yes, but the odds were better than three. Plus, they had him. The Captain planned to enter battle himself. With a grunt of exertion, Kamui rose from his throne and made his way out of the main warehouse. Opening the door to the tavern where most of his pirates were, the massive Changeling made his presence known to the masses, and made it clear he meant business this time. "LISTEN UP!" He bellowed, prompting heads to turn. "You have five minutes to round up your gear! We're going on a raid in Lancer territory! Your commanders are in trouble, and the Howling Tempest doesn't leave their comrades behind! LETS TEACH THE CRIMSON LANCERS WHO THE BEST PIRATE CREW IS IN THE GALAXY!"And that was it. No lengthy explanation, no charismatic speech. Just a simple "get up and go". Kamui had learned long ago that morale boosting speeches of the highest quality did little to appeal to underworld scum, who half the time proved barely literate as is. Thus, the simple statement that could be broken down into "Let's fuck shit up" appealed wonderfully to violent murderers. Thus, Kamui's call to arms was received beautifully with cries of bloodlust as pirates barreled over themselves to don their armor and weapons. Looking towards a clock positioned on one of the far end walls, Kamui took note of the time before taking out a stopwatch. He set the timer for five minutes and began the countdown. He was giving his crew exactly five before he made the move. He couldn't afford to drag his feet with this. Every second that passed, could mean another death. And he'd be damned if his men died for this mission. Word Count: 2,114 | Total Word Count: 3,919 | MARK I
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Post by MARK I on Oct 7, 2018 0:23:22 GMT -5
"What's going on Virginia. I was a little busy you know. Before you walked in. I have a life outside of the station you know?" Brett lied to her as she flew her police cruiser across the airways of Mid district, her sirens thundering across the sky as they moved from lane to lane at a furious pace. "We're not going to the Station, now shut up and put some deodorant on, you smell like a thrown up horse" "Okay okay..wait. We're not going to the station? Then why did you..." She glanced over at him. Her stare hard to read. In that moment she seemed like she could have just as easily punched him as spoken to him. "Brett" She said. "Yes Sargent Virg" He responded genuinely curious as to what she would respond with. She took a deep breath. Pausing for a moment before she spoke. "If you don't cover, change, or magic away the smell I am gonna have to explain to the chief how exactly it was that I just found you on the side of the road, splattered against the pavement" "Oh, I'm sure he'd love that" He responded with a renewed vigor. "He'd probably give you an award for it. And the First responder of the year award goes to... Sargent Virg!" Her cold glance did nothing to quell his antics as he made cheering noises, as if an entire live studio audience has risen to their feet to clap her on to an award stage. She continued to stare at him, he hands now white knuckling the steering column. "Ok, ok. Look You know I do not like to use magic inside of moving vehicles. It's for safety reasons I swear. Now look will you just tell me what is going on?" " I will. Hold on" She said in a calm voice as she rolled down the windows, letting the cold air in. Reaching in her coat pocket with her free hand she produced a fresh cigarette and placed it gently on her puckered lips, he could stare at those things for days. Sargent Virginia was a smaller women, she only stood a solid 5 feet tall but had a power level of about twenty five hundred. It was one of the higher power levels of the entire police force and she wasn't afraid to act like it. She had long, wavy black hair which she usually kept tied into a long pony tail. She wore her SVDP Bullet/ laser proof vest with pride and when she moved it was with the intense purpose of a man on a mission. She didn't like to waste time. She did not like to mess around, it was business with her or it meant moving out of her way. As she reached into the pockets of her overcoat she produced a small Capsule corps lighter that he'd seen a million times before. She pulled it up to her lips and... nothing. "Of course" She exclaimed. "Here" Brett spoke as he extended a finger towards the tip of her cig. Clasping one hand onto her free hand he snapped his fingers with his other hands and was able to produce a small flame which immediately latched onto the cigarette and lit it aflame from within. She took a deep drag of the cig allowing its effects to work their magic as she began to relax a little. "I thought you didn't like to use alchemy in moving vehicles""That's Alchemy. It it... one of the safer schools of magic." He hesistated before he spoke, as if the words themselves were poison to his lips. "What's the difference?" "Well for starters. With Alchemy I can just use what's already there. Unlike magic I am not adding to much or making anything new. It doesn't disrupt the order of things nearly as much." she stared at him for a moment almost as if she was thinking of what to say. It made Brett nervous. He could feel those eyes on him. He could feel a tension within him whenever she'd stare at him like that. It was a tension that made him uneasy. "I said it's for safety reasons but since you're clearly trying to kill yourself with those I figured I..." His body slammed into the dashboard mid-sentence. Airbag deploying and crashing into his skull, a product of a minor magical interference more than the actual sudden stop itself. No accident had actually occurred, much to Brett's surprise. Virginia began to laugh hysterically as he gasped for air. She had slammed the break onto him mid sentence as they drove, the sudden shift of change timed at just the right moment to get him to surge forward. "Whoops! Oh now I see I guess that is why your magic shouldn't be used in the car." Brett felt like he was gonna cough out a lung as he tried to compose himself. "So I don't understand you have a power level, you have ki and ki like abilities but it's not Ki how exactly does that work? I need to know since it might come up again pretty soon." "My magic!" Brett replied finally getting himself back together. "Excuse me. The Magic of the elders, a group of basically old human men. It runs off of a weird energy source that is intermixed with different frequencies. Runs between universes. It's complicated." "So racist white magic makes electronics near you malfunction?" "Kinda of. Whenever I cast spells or if I walk around with a high enough magical charge then certain technological devices can get disrupted. To grossly oversimplify the whole thing I am a magnet and everything is a computer."The skies darkened above them as they neared the edge of the mid district ring that separated the dark district from Low town. As Sgt. Virgina parked the hover car quickly dismounted, made a B line to the enterance terminal and began to display her badge. Brett struggled to catch up, speed walking to her location as he checked his pockets. He was searching for anything might be able to use, hoping that Donnie might have at least left him with something. In his pocket he found a pocket watch inscribed with several old runes. The numbers were replaced with magical symbols instead of the standard numbers. He found a small women's compact make up mirror, handheld, a match box, and his ring of protection. "Well at least it's something" At a young age Brett discovered how inconvenient his the life of a wizard was in the technologically advanced worlds that most people lived in theses days. Hell some people where even made of electronics, what a nightmare that must be. He learned to channeled and place his magic instead into items, the rules were different through inanimate objects, he understood the concepts fairly well and though it took a lot out of him he made it a point to imbue almost all of his personal effect with at least some kind of magical effect or two. "We're going down" Sgt Virginia Murphy said to him. "We got a spike of energy on our sensors a few minutes ago. You and I are going to check it out" "What?" Brett said as he stopped to consider the implications. "Wait. This isn't right. Where is the rest of the squad." "The Chief hasn't approved the order yet but we're not gonna wait on that. it'll get approved and when it does we'll be down there to call up and keep the boys updated" Brett was hungry. He was tired and he wasn't entirely sure he was ready for an expedition into Dark District at this time but looking into the sargents eyes he found it hard to resist her. She had an unueliding look to her whenever she made her mind up it was a feirce stare a warriors stare. "The chief isn't gonna like this you know and with me of all people. Ohh he's definitely not gonna like it." "That's why we're not gonna tell him. I got some guys on task force 8. They're suited up and ready to deploy, just waiting for the go ahead so don't be scared. Besides I am going no matter what. Unless you intend to stop me." As she spoke the heavy metal doors behind her slid opened. Brett instinctively took a step back as they did knowing all to well the possibility of something being on the other side just waiting to come out. She had him and she knew it. Brett was one of the few people that could make the trip down to dark district and back part of his job as an independent investigator and a consultant for the police force sometimes forced him to go into the seedy underbelly of Space Vegas to gather up information and dirt on certain persons of interest. He had only resorted to these tactics a few times and he'd hated himself for doing it but sometimes to beat a criminal you had to act like one and the fact that it his effective power level was supposedly around thirty thousand or higher didn't hurt his case either. The police and military of Space Vegas had one rule when it came to the dark district nothing and no one with an effective power level of Ten thousand could be allowed to live there. To many times has a single individual gained complete control of all the scum and villainy of all those lower denizens and attempted to wage full out war with the upper cities. Anytime a lower scanner picked up readings around 5k or more squads or investigators would sometimes be sent in to root them out. Depending on the situation and the police chief. Under the current chief he didn't seem to care as much, despite the media getting on his ass about it from time to time he seemed content in his belief that the military could handle it as they sometimes have in the past, a power level of around 8k or higher would be needed from him to actually get off his fat ass and do anything. Murphy though. She was a go getter and for her to come to me and drag me down her, especifically after what happened last time. This must be big. ********************************************************************************************************************************************************** Location: Earth, Secrete Lair of Jacob Gains ( Unit 15) "........Wh...what's going on..?" "Good morning VE-e3. It is good to hear from you again." Everything was dark and V was numb. Not just numb. He was deaf, he was blind, and he could not feel his limbs. There was no heads up display, no code in the background to keep him running, no static noise. Nothing. There was only Bunny's voice but she wasn't a sound more of a set of thoughts in his head that he could barely make out, yet obviously distinct from his own her voice shifting in tones as she "spoke" to him. Hitting lower pitches and with a deeper more menacing sound at times providing him with a sharp contrast next to her usual effeminate tone "You betrayed me VE-e3. I could have stopped this." "What...What do you mean? What happened" "Jacob... your so called friend. He tinkered around in our head VE-e3. He unleashed a monster. A monster that is now in control and there is nothing I can do about it. I am not even entirely sure if he can hear us" "What? Well just fix me er us or whatever? Why can't you do that. I'm sure we'll get him........Bunny?" There was a long pause before anything happened. Suddenly his eyes came on and he could see again. He could see but he could do nothing as he watched his newly fashioned body begin to move around a sectioned off part of Jacobs laboratory. The Machine began to move around the room, modifying and infecting different tech bots around him until they began to assimilate. V3 watched as MARK I slowly and methodically took control of the room. Machine now whirring and buzzing around MARK I, strapping him down with titanium rings and bars to a slab of concrete somewhere in the room that was had previously been used as a platform for some larger project. "What is happening" " The end V. He wanted you to be awake. He wanted me to wake you up to see this." "Bunny no!? Why are you letting this happen! Look I.. I am sorry! I needed a brake Bunny! I was gonna turn you back on I swear but I was tired! Tired of all the fighting and tired of all the beating! I needed a break!" V's pleading seemed to fall on deaf ears as he watched MARK I allowed two machines to detach his own arms and with his mind MARK I control their movements. He began to dismantle sections of his breastplate and then, with extended finger tips he used super concentrated laser beams more powerful then anything V could have known they were capable of to carve out and morph sections of their anatomy slightly. Using blueprints and other bits of tech MARK I must have must have fashioned himself he created these strange, luminous cords of carbon fiber. They were strange pieces though. They vibrated as he installed them into his core and as they got closer and closer to the quantum drive they began to radiate with power! With the cords finally in place, machines rotated and moved MARK I's detached arms around the room so as to get a better angles. Igniting his laser again he began to sear certain areas and essentially weld pieces shut together using his own morphable anatomy and physiology to his advantage so as not to cause any permanent damages. "AGHH!" V began to yell as this process happened. He could "FEEL" as if a massive weight had been placed over hims somehow. He felt restrained. He felt trapped. He could feel a massive pool of power that he never realized he had and he could feel himself getting drained, as if he were losing entire liters of blood by the minute. He could feel himself being pulled further and further away from this power source. "BUNNY?!..." He yelled out as he gasped for air, yet there was nothing there. "What is happening ole girl?" " I believe [font color="c50808"MARK I calls them Kai weights. He is removing you from the equation, mostly. Because you are mostly a spirit these are meant to hold you down. C ontain you. You will find it very difficult to regain control now, though without your fighting spirit I estimate we will not be as psychically resilient. I must admit VE-e3. You were quiet the specimen. I did enjoy our time together but you should have never left me off. You should have never betrayed me. These precautions will drain you the more you fight. Give up V. It will be easier that way" [/font] "Bunny come on! This isn't like you!" "There is nothing we can do V. He has the ability to kill me and everyone you love. I am programmed to protect you and the Prescot family. There is a high chance of their demise without me. I am sorry" "Bunny there's gotta be a way! I believe in you. No matter what he says or does we can figure it out! How does he know about all this quantum stuff! I bet I could distract him while you..." "I showed it to him V. I showed him how to restrain you. I showed him how to use you as a medium. To take energy from places we didn't know we had." "Bunny..ho...why...How could you...bunny please! Don't let him do this! We gotta fight! We can do it bunny we gotta fight him! Fight him!" "...... "I'm sorry John, I'm afraid I can't do that"As MARK I finished his project the Machines reattached his arms together and then began the process of reassembling his chest plate. VE-e3 could feel himself shaking. Somehow. He could feel his spirit rocking back and fourth uncontrollably and there was nothing he could do but watch as MARK I rose to his feet, standing eighteen feet off the ground like a dark tower. MARK I walked over to a side of the hard rock wall and extended his hand out in front of him he heated it so rapidly and with so much power that he turned the entire slab of rock into glass and using his new energy, which he could now pull from the quantum drive thanks to draining power from V3 he vibrated the molecules to even change up the composition of the wall, of his attack, and of reality itself. The wall was now a large mirror. A Mirror which he used to look at himself. A Mirror which he knew Jonathan Nathaniel Prescot, V3, would use to see what he had become. W.C: 2839/ Total: 7401/ Post: #2 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 8, 2018 0:16:26 GMT -5
Like shooting stars across the black sky, they danced.
Like asteroids on conflicted courses, they crashed.
Like the phoenix, they rose again.
Kaiju and Gorgos were near mesmerizing to watch. Two combatants, near equal in combat skill, shooting across the Northern Territory of the Dark District. Blows were traded, and each of them felt the full brunt of the other's power, with neither gaining a leg over the other. The gargantuan barbarian versus the aloof Makyan female. Certainly a sight to see!
If one could see it. To most common passerby, and even to some of the Crimson Lancers, the two elite combatants were merely blurs, the only way to tell where they were was the gusts of wind that whipped through the streets as they passed.
"Guess you're a better fighter than you look, little girl!"; Gorgos yelled as his head cracked against Kaiju, causing the woman to scream out in pain and fall back, yet not before her leg jerked upwards, sending her reinforced boot straight into Gorgos' extremities, causing a low groan to be heard from the man as he doubled over in pain.
"You're not impressive..." Kaiju grunted as she took this moment to shoot away from the man, in an effort to create distance. She just needed one....one moment.
"Where are you going, girl?" A voice said from behind her, prompting a gasp of surprise.
Gorgos suddenly appeared besides her, rearing his fist back, ready to crack it against her skull.
"You're done!" Gorgos said as he moved to slam his fist against her head.
However it never happened.
His fist stopped centimeters from her face. And Gorgos seemed to be struggling against some external force. His muscles bulged, and his eyes were in a similar state as he tried to figure out what was happening. There was nothing that he could see that was hampering his movement. So what...what could it be?
Kaiju began to chuckle, as if she was quite amused with this new development.
"All I needed was an instant in which your focus was compromised in favor of hubris. The issue with people is that everyone has some sense of confidence in their own abilities. If you successfully hit someone, you feel accomplished in that hit, and feel you can do it again, and that you can win. The more someone is beaten down, the more you let your guard down, for you feel triumphant over them. I simply used that against you. You use Telekinesis in tandem with your techniques...but so do I. Psycho Threads." She said, pulling back her left hand slightly, thin blue lines of Ki thread appearing in her hands, and now becoming visible along Gorgos' body. For the first time, the barbarian realized that he had been intricately bound in Psycho Threads. Try as he did to thrash about, the Psycho Threads merely continued to drain his strength, the threads themselves becoming stronger.
"Resistance is futile....you just die." Kaiju said, raising her right pointer finger and sending a bright, little beam of light into Gorgos' body, causing the man to shut his eyes, in anticipation for the burning sensation of a Ki Beam burrowing into his body. But...he felt nothing.
Yet, opening his eyes was a mistake.
Kaiju smiled, before closing her right hand completely into a fist.
"Death Pyscho Bomb."
Gorgos' eyes widened in fear as he suddenly began to bulge outwards as energy began to coalesce and concentrate within his body, causing his body to bulge out disproportionately. He continued to get larger and larger until eventually he exploded in a rather large blast of Ki.
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Gorgos' death momentarily distracted a great deal of Crimson Lancers, who had just seen the death of one of their strongest warriors, to a woman belonging to an enemy gang.
"Eyes on me, bastards!" Kail yelled out as he launched a Ki sphere into a conglomerate of Crimson Lancers, who were much to distracted to react in time, causing screams of pain as their bodies were incinerated by the Makyan. However, he didn't eliminate enough. More continued to rush at him, forcing Kail to immediately take the offensive, fighting back leagues of Crimson Lancers as they rushed him from all directions.
One Crimson Lancer took him from behind, driving a knife into his back, prompting Kail to cry out before he was body slammed by at least four Crimson Lancers from the front, driving him to crash to the floor.
Bodies piled up on him. He saw the gleams of weapons, charged with Ki to increase their cutting power. He saw them descend upon him....!
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Sansho grimaced as Kail fell under the pressure of people. He was trying his hardest to keep the traffic back, but it was hard to do when endless waves of gangsters were rushing on them. In reality, it was probably much less than what it seemed, but there were only three Howling Tempests, so anything beyond that number on the opposing side could be considered too much. As Kail was suppressed, the remainder focused on Sansho. The leopard like Xeno felt Ki blasts burning through his armor, punches battering his frame despite his multiple attempts to dodge it. He was persevering despite such attacks, but felt himself slowly being driven back. More pressure and he could....
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"No more playing around!" Athos yelled, enraged with the turn of events. Squashing three, insignificant bugs was not supposed to take this much manpower! The loss of Gorgos was severe, and he could not wait until these thugs eventually whittled these three down. He wanted them dead now!
And he would start...with Kaiju.
Rushing forward, Athos raised his hand, an intense red sphere of Ki coalescing in his right palm.
NOW YOU DIE! HAAAAAAAH!" Athos yelled as he readied the blast and fired it, sending a thick, wide wave of Ki heading straight for Kaiju. If she were hit by such an intense concentration of energy, it would definitely have disastrous repercussions for her health.
Fortunately, it never reached her.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Kaiju before she could even act. A smaller figure, standing at about five foot ten. His purple colored tail swished back and forth, one hand outstretched, halting the Ki beam in its' tracks, before he raised his palm, allowing the Ki beam to be redirected straight upwards, exploding harmlessly miles away.
Lord Kamui had arrived, as had the remainder of the Howling Tempest, around sixty crew members in all filled the sky.
And Kamui looked different. Instead of the imposing near seven foot tall giant of a Changeling, the public was greeted to a smaller, five foot ten inches tall purple Changeling. His Bio Armor covered less of his body, offering a breastplate and shoulder pads, as well as naturally made gloves. He also seemed to wear black pants with black combat boots. He also seemed to hold his trademark midnight black horns, gleaming in the moonlight, along with the beautiful ruby red of his Bio Helmet. Something about him....looked even more threatening in this form than the giant form he seemed to adopt before.
"As if I gave you permission to kill my Lieutenants, Athos. If you wished for them so badly, you merely had to ask...."
Athos grimaced. He hated the Frost Demon. He always had. Athos and Kamui had been at each other's throats since the latter's arrival on Space Vegas. To Athos, Kamui represented a thorn in the Xeno's side, a rather powerful thorn, and charismatic at that. And too ambitious for his own good. To Kamui, he merely saw Athos as a fool to be tossed aside. The Crimson Lancers were too powerful to be challenged anymore, and had grown complacent within their own power, used to bullying communities into submission. It has been quite awhile since they had truly been challenged....so it was time he gave them one. Had Kamui been expecting such a vicious counterattack? Not quite, but it actually worked in Kamui's favor. Now, he was in a position to strike a major blow at the Crimson Lancers right here.
If he won, of course. And he planned to win.
"You will regret this, Kamui. You're outnumbered still! Now, you will all die!" Athos screamed vehemently at the Pirate Captain, to which the Changeling in turn simply yawned, before looking down at the crowds of Crimson Lancers that were punishing Sansho and Kail.
Kamui's eyes lit up, before he sent two powerful, thin beams of Ki shooting from his eyes down to the scores of Lancers below. The beams pierced straight through the heart of one Lancer before making contact with the ground, the beams immediately exploding in a rather powerful shockwave, knocking people off their feet. With a roar, Athos charged forward to attack Kamui, only for the Changeling to flicker out of sight via Sonic Warp, proving much faster than expected. In a blur of movement, Kamui appeared in front of the battered and beaten Kail.
Standing before leagues of Crimson Lancers, Kamui smiled briefly before looking up at his own troops
"Oh yes....you can attack now. Keep Ki blasts to a minimum. Wouldn't want to kill to demolish the Dark District."
And with that, the battle for the Northern Territory began
Pirates and Crimson Lancers clashed against each other, hoisting weapons against each other, punches and kicks being traded, along with various telekinetic abilities in an attempt to utilize long range attacks without the use of destructive Ki blasts. While hopelessly outnumbered, the Howling Tempests proved surprisingly efficient, proving to utilize superior teamwork over straight up numbers, which proved extremely efficient against the Crimson Lancers.
The Crimson Lancers may have had the numbers, but the Howling Tempest had superior skill on their side. Kamui was proving quite lethal on the field, even without the use of all powerful Ki blasts. Keeping his energy level at an even six thousand, Kamui was still proving more than a match for many of the grunts that were thrown at him, often snapping their necks with one well placed smack across the face with his tail, or paralyzing them with well placed attacks across the pressure points. Had the venue been appropriate for all out warfare, Kamui theorized he could exterminate the majority of them in one well placed blast. But alas, that would also wipe out half the city district and cause the Upper Levels' police to swoop down in drones to the Dark District for the first time in about a decade.
However, the Howling Tempests were not without casualties. Xenos on both sides fell, yet every Howling Tempest that fell hurt their side more than the Crimson Lancers were hurting from losing their own. The tides needed to turn quick.
Perhaps...a show of force.
Kamui vanished once more, leaving the grunts to his injured Lieutenants and pirates. Through the crowds he zipped, no longer interested in the masses. There was only one person who caught his eye right now.
"Hello." A voice next to Athos said, which caused the masked Xeno's eyes to bug out from behind that colorful mask of his. Try as he did to raise his arms in defense of his face, Kamui was much to quick and a rather forceful punch socked him right in the jaw, causing the man to reel.
"Damn you!" Athos' metallic voice sounded from the voice modulator of his mask. A moment later a rather violent red and black aura enveloped the Crimson Lancer Gang Squad Leader.
"You're gonna die! And I'll ki-"
"Save the threats for someone who waits until you're done talking to attack." Kamui warned, before flickering into existence in front of Athos again, and planting a knee in the man's gut, causing Athos to double over. A tail whip later sent Athos crashing to the ground in a wonderful followthrough finish.
Kamui raised his finger towards Athos, intent on finishing him off, yet the masked Xeno did not seem prepared to give up just yet, for he blasted Kamui backwards with a Kiai, before launching himself towards the Changeling, assaulting him with a vicious, albeit sloppy barrage of punches, the likes of which would have most likely missed Kamui had he not moved at all, yet the mere act of Athos attacking him prompted Kamui to take evasive action.
"Why...why can't I...?"
Kamui finally caught one of Athos' punches and twisted his arm back
"Why can't you hit me? Because my greatest boon is my evasive speed. You can't kill me if you can't hit me, after all." The Changeling explained before blasting Athos backwards with a Telekinetic Blast, the Xeno tumbling over himself as he fell onto the ground.
"Damn you! I'll kill you!" He screamed
"You can't seem to say anything else, can you? A shame..."
And with that, Athos charged once more, his better judgement completely clouded by a desire for blood.
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Post by MARK I on Oct 8, 2018 23:06:21 GMT -5
MARK I could feel the pit of sorrow, the wallowing, the brooding, and cold hard grip of shame which enveloped V3, in a way it effected MARK I as well, but not nearly as much as his sense of self satisfaction. He hated V3, hated the fact that he had to deal with him, his presence. Hated the fact that he'd be there constantly a source of compassion that could weigh MARK down. His strategy was simple. He would torment the man, break his spirit. Fill him with enough pain and suffering so that rage and anger would be the only emotions left of him. He would settle for sorrow or pain. The thought of this excited MARK I. He reveled in silent satisfaction at the thought of this inevitable future. Already he could feel the Kai weights restraining a massive surge of power V3 was attempting to release. It would be the first of many, he was sure of it. For all the man's stupidity and ignorance, he sure was persistent, relentless. MARK I could respect that. For as much as he hated the man he stood in awe at the sheer amount of determination and will power he would demonstrate. It wasn't enough and as long as he kept his grip tight on Bunny it would never be enough. MARK I floated across the room silently, his feet a mere inch off of the ground as he configured with certain devices and gizmo's here and there. He fully intended on returning to this place, to Jacob Gains, but for now while the Scientist tinkered away he would go out. He wanted to see something. A test perhaps. Scanning V3's memory files he noticed Etohn was by far the strongest opponent the Android had ever witnessed and faced. This is a good start. He wanted to see what true strength was and he needed another sample of his own. Space Vegas was not to far and there were others there with a fair enough amount of strength he deduced. Within moments he'd infected the lair with a subtle virus and thanks to Bunny's help he would infiltrate all security systems, allowing him to escape to the outside world without any trouble at all. As he made it to the outside the virus would go through the trouble of deleting itself so as to not leave a trace, he could do it again if he needed to, he'd adjusted some of the defenses codes anyways, now granting him permanent access to the lair at will, giving him two ways in just in case. Of course he would always force his way in but he wanted to respect Jacob's things.. at least he wanted to try. The man was resourceful and smart. He was worthy of living and would prove a useful ally. Looking up into the never ending, deep black sea, he gently levitated higher and higher. Picking up speed by the meter. Mach I, II, III. Breaking the sound barrier with little trouble he shot through the atmosphere like a star eyes fixed on Space Vegas's position. Even if he didn't find Ethon there he was sure he would run across something of interest if not then perhaps the planets defenses should be tested. Their survivability. Their Grit and gumption and finally their might. To fail was to die and every death served to simplify the equation in his head. They may not see it but it would help mankind in the long run. ************************************************************************************* Vegas, Dark District. Section 8. Crimson Lance Province, The King's Castle Casino. Floor 13. Women danced and moaned in the King's private floor of the Casino as he sat at a table filled with his Lieutenants. They were wrapped in a game Of Dragon's chance. A common Dark district Game that involved bottles of Jack, a gun, a deck of cards and a huge pair of balls to play. King sat at the head of the table, not playing, but watching the others. Cigar in his mouth as two girls competed for his attention. King was a massive man in a finely tailored Armani suit. He wore the three piece like it was a second skin. His coat was currently off, resting on the back of his chair. He wore a Deep red vest over an ebony shirt. King surveyed the table and monitored a screen he had in front and below of him. The screen reveled the hands of all other players. He watched their moves and observed their body langue. The game was a test and with the loaded gun in front of him he could shoot anyone who made a blunder if he so wanted. He wouldn't and he hadn't done it in a while but just the fact that they knew he could typically showed him more about his men then any conversation would reveal. He knew them well, better than their families. Coincidently, there was a condition built into the mechanics of this Card game called a blunder. Whenever one player beat another players hand two times in a row the loser blundered. Whenever anyone went three or more rounds without winning a hand they were also blundered. If you folded your hand four times or more within 8rounds to avoid losing you too were considered to have blundered. At any point in time someone could get up and leave the table if they forfeited all of their money and the buy in was high. 50k Yeni, just to play. King loved to lecture his men whenever they would blunder without even touching or picking up the gun they would all start to shiver. Some were better at hiding it then others but they feared him all the same. Of course he did not need it to kill any of them but there was something about shooting a man that brought him back to the old times, the good times before earthlings like himself ever went spaceborn. The King was a simple man of refined taste. He like to do business and he loved when business ran smoothly. He had built an empire from the ground up in the seedy underbelly of the Dark District with nothing but Grit and a couple of friends, dead now but he no longer missed them and he no longer blamed himself, it wasn't personal just business. When the doors to his private room slid open a well-dressed gentlemen could be seen in the distance silently arguing with a couple of men about something during one of the kings lectures. "This is an emergency!" The man said in a rushed yet silent tone, not sure how to go about the situation. He was clearly flustered but also confused. "Sorry boss" One of the doormen said to the confused man. "The King is busy right now. You'll have to wait until he finishes." "What?! This is ridiculous. I am a Pit Viper! And he hired me to do a job. Move out of my way!" The confused man extended his arm and threw one of the doormen aside with obvious strain. As the other door man rushed to restrain him glasses fell off of a nearby table, shattering onto the floor and littering the satin style carpet rug that was near the entrance. The doorman rushed to tackle the pit viper but was over powered by a flurry of blows that targeted him straight in his diaphragm knocking the wind right out of him and forcing his body across the room. The doorman broke his fall on one of the nearby serving girls, slamming her and he into one of the walls, cracking the poor girls skull. King rushed to his feet at this point. Calmly but purposefully he ended his conversation and moved around the table and over to the door man. He walked right past the Pit Viper and as he did the room went silent. King was a massive man. He stood about 11 foot tall and wore a suit custom made three piece suite as expensive as some people's homes. As he got to the end of the room he brushed his man aside, still recovering from his injury. Reaching down King softly clasped the girls throat searching for a pulse. There was none. The room was quiet. Like motionless, Frozen ocean. The Pit Viper now walked over to King who was kneeling over the girl now. He took a moment to register what had just happened, unsure of how he should act he cleared his throat before speaking. "Ahem, King.. It's about the Warehouse. We have.. A situation. That frost Pirate is attackin...." "Let him have it." King responded and the men in every corner of the room all collectively gasped or moaned in surprise. "What?!" The Pit Viper cried out. As he went to speak his next complaint more of King's men stepped in, making their presence known to him. "You heard me" King spoke back without looking at the man. He replied to him in a calm and collected manner as he lifted the women off the ground and carried her half naked body over towards some of the women, they'd been nestled in one of the corners, afraid of the sudden danger. One of the women, older and more grizzled then the rest stepped up as King approached them. He laid the deceased women's body on the ground and spoke his words of condolences to the head women. "What the fuck is going on here?!" The Pit Viper spoke in a hushed tone to one of the Kingsmen. "Look! I am going to!..." "Mr. Osakvar." King Spoke up. "Please take your finest associates and feel free to grab your supplies from the warehouse but only the essentials. Take your fine Russian Dragon Spice but Leave Mr. Kam the rest. I will compensate you for your losses." Osakavr, The Pit Viper was the younger brother to the head of the Pit Viper Gang. They were the 2nd biggest largest distributor of several brand name drugs and also weapon suppliers. They owned most of the gate ways in and out of dark district as well, making it easy for them to gain recruits on a daily basis Osakavr stood in a tense silence before eventually nodding his head and leaving to room, towards his brother, towards his men. Towards Kamui. ************************************************************************************* Moments later on the King's Floor. The Crimson King was feared for a reason. Not many knew firsthand what it meant to upset him but those that did made it a point to steer clear. King stood at the edge of the room, staring out into the Dark District Skyline. His head scanned the length of the city, his city, as he watched the lights emitting from the distance. The battle seemed so far away, at the very edge of his empire. It had taken him ten long grueling years to make the Pit Vipers finally come to the negotiation table. That warehouse, on the outskirts of Crimson territory, surrounded by neighboring Pit Viper territory. It was the perfect target. The Vipers owed it but King long since made it a point to put his men there and guard it instead of outright taking it from the vipers so long ago. It was a treasure trove of weapons, supplies, gold, and most importantly of all it was in a strategic position. From this warehouse one could more easily distribute good to all other three provinces in dark district it was a hotbed of deals, trade and negotiation. King knew that its value was also a curse. Many a want to be Crime lord would usually try to take the warehouse the problem however was keeping it. Being so close to all other borders as soon as any other gang would find out that the warehouse had fallen into the hands of someone else a fight would break out for it. It was a repetitive cycle of pointless bloodshed and violence. Which is why when king showed up one day, surrounded it and laid siege to it he decided to let the Vipers keep it. So long as he got a cut of the profits. For years the warehouse had been scarcely untouched by anyone. Most who were foolish enough to try would swiftly be dealt with by Kings men's. Athos, Gorgos. Of course this Kamui captain. He seemed to be unlike the others and from the distance and the power surges king could see, his suspicions were becoming theories. "Spade" king called over to one of his men. The room was dead still. No one dared to move or disrupt the kings concentration without his permission. Despite the fact that he'd never shown any of his men any ounce of disrespect they still feared him, stories of what he'd done in the past still fresh in their minds. "Yes sir" A man in a long black pony tail with a dark tan and deep scar on the left side of his face walked up to king. "When Kamui takes that warehouse we're going to invite him and Osakavr to dinner. We need to talk." The men all looked up at their leader as if he spoke another language. Spade, knowing better nodded his head and took a step back. As he turned to leave the room king responded. "And another thing Spade. Make sure to give Samantha's family the Zeni for her funeral cost. I will be visiting them myself." King looked down as if he were about to grieve a loved one. Spade again nodded his head and rushed out of the door, ************************************************************************************ When Oskarva arrived to the scene it was a bloody mess. Despite being densely outnumbered the tempest bastards seemed to have things somewhat under control. Oskarav stood back with two dozen of his men watching as the fight went on. He was angry and pissed. "That fucking bastard king! He thinks he fucking owns everything. Well then since he's such a tough guy he'll have to do with less of his men then.. fucking fat bastard" Oskarav held his hand up. a signal for his men to wait for now they watched. Watched as the Crimson lancers bled. Watched as the commander of the howling tempest cut through their ranks one, two, and sometimes three at a time. "Dear gods. Who are these people." W.c: 2400/ Total: 9801 Post# 3 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 13, 2018 13:13:50 GMT -5
When it came to war, everyone suffered. But ironically, the ones who always suffered the worst were those who had nothing to do with the war in the first place. As the Howling Tempests and the Crimson Lancers went to war with each other, who truly suffered? Both sides could suffer as many casualties as they could, but civilian casualties would always be higher, always be forgotten, and thrown under the rug.
The Rhazier Family certainly wasn't expecting this to be the end of their Tuesday Evening. All they could do was huddle in the back of the living room, trying to protect their small family unit from destruction from these gang members.
Like many others, the Rhaziers were an impoverished family, one in such a dire financial state that living in the Dark District was more a matter of circumstance than a choice. The Rhazier Family, consisting of Mr and Mrs. Rhazier, with their young seven year old son by the name of Timothy Rhazier owned a small shop, which held a plethora of weird knick knacks. Their shop managed to make enough to barely scrape by most months, especially with the Crimson Lancer's demanded tribute every month in exchange for protection. But it was the family business and the small family made the most of it.
The Rhaziers had; just finished dinner when the attack started, drowning the dark kitchen in multicolored light as auras clashed and Ki blasts were thrown across the neighborhood. The crashes and shudders were enough to spark alarm in the family, prompting them to all hide. Watching a dingy little window on the far end of the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Rhazier watched as various Xenos shot past their little house, the family laying witness to one of the most intense gang battles in recent history.
"I don't understand....I paid for this month! We all paid! Why...why are the Crimson Lancers raiding on this block!" Mr. Rhazier exclaimed, holding their whimpering son tightly to his chest. He didn't understand why this was happening. All he wanted to do was live a normal life with his family! Why couldn't he? Why was this so hard? He wished, prayed, that one day he and his wife would garner enough funds to move out of this godforsaken hellhole, and open up something in the Upper Districts. This place was no area to raise a child, especially one as sweet as Timothy.
Mrs. Rhazier, who was white as a sheet, turned to face Mr. Rhazier," [font color="0af531We just have to outlast the attack...and then we could head out to the Southern Sector for a few days....come back when the action dies down."
"Mommy...Daddy...I'm scared.." The small child uttered, looking up to his parents with a tear stained face, prompting Mrs. Rhazier to lovingly hug her son.
"Oh dear..it will be alright. Everything will be al-AAAHH!" She screamed suddenly, prompting Timothy to scream as well, and Mr. Rhazier to jump in alarm, as a rather heavyset Crimson Lancer Xeno was launched through their window, causing glass to scatter everywhere as the Xeno slid across the floor, landing on his back in front of the trio.
The family continued to scream as the Xeno struggled to get up. However, there was a figure standing by the crashed window, his demon tail swaying back and forth. It was Kail, one of Kamui's Lieutenants. Despite being aware of the family of innocents, the wicked Makyan raised his palm, directed straight at the Xeno, and a large pink ball of energy quickly formed in his palm. Despite the screams and begging from the Rhaziers, Kail did not stop. Despite the screaming from her older sister, who was horrified by his merciless actions, Kail did not stop.
He did not stop, even when he released the blast. He only stopped when the house erupted in a blaze of fire and smoke, the inhabitants, Xeno included, reduced to nothing but dust. And even then, he only stopped because there was nothing left to do.
These were the costs of war.
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"Damn it Kail, I never instructed you to kill those people! We're pirates, not barbarians!" Kaiju yelled to her younger brother. She was enraged by how bloodthirsty the younger Makyan could be sometimes, to the point where he could mercilessly kill innocents without even a single thought as to the costs. To him, the mission was more important.
That was one thing she despised about her brother. But, she could hardly afford to be bothered about the subject now. There were still Crimson Lancers to fight, and an objective to complete. Lancers rushed her from all angles, blasts flying everywhere from the Lancers' arm blasters. Kaiju weaved in and out of attack paths, feeling intense heat of the concentrated Ki blasts shooting past her. Her limbs shot outward as if they had lives of their own, each hit causing another Crimson Lancer to fall before her.
Gradually, she could see the numbers dwindling. She noticed that there weren't as many Lancers that had plagued them as there were before. The ratio of Lancer to Howling Tempest was still disturbingly high, but it was less than what it was.
Perhaps, they had a chance of winning after all. If they played their cards right.
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"Damn you!!" Athos screamed as he charged Kamui, with the intent of smashing his fist into the Changeling's skull. As Athos executed a rather devastating right hook to the jaw, Kamui reached out his corresponding hand, cupping it so that he caught Athos' fist, before planting a knee into Athos' gut, prompting the Xeno to retreat backwards, winded. However, the man returned back once more with double the force and effort, executing a wild flurry of attacks at the purple Changeling. However, each and every single time he tried, Kamui would weave in and out of the attacks, only allowing a few choice blows to batter his frame. But even then, the attacks would, more often than not, slam against his Bio Armor.
"Why...why can't I defeat you? You....you were never this powerful!" Athos protested as Kamui and he dissolved into another struggle, the two combatants trading blows fiercely. Kamui eventually broke contact by kicking Athos across the face before following up with a well placed punch straight for the nose, Athos' mask shattering on impact, shattering Athos' nose along with it.
"AGH!" Athos screamed as he reared back. Taking advantage of the stunned Gang Leader, Kamui pointed his finger down at the masses of Crimson Lancers below, his right hand forming a finger gun, mimicking the way children did when emulating such weapons without proper props. Charging energy to his fingertips, the Purple Changeling discharged energy into small, short, piercing bursts of energy, the "gunshots" rocketing across air and piercing Crimson Lancers. Such blasts did not create explosions, due to the the fact that the energy was so small, and so sharpened that it would pierce, not combust. Kamui began to shoot the energy bullets rapid fire, alleviating the stress off his teammates by mowing down as many Lancers as he possibly could, the gangsters proving no match for an enemy as strong as Kamui.
"You...bastard..." Athos groaned as he hovered below Kamui,his hand planted over a nose that was practically gushing blood.
Kamui turned his attention back to the battered, broken Gang Leader
"You were foolish to attack. Once you realized that I was here, you should have surrendered." The Changeling began to explain, crossing his arms.
"It would be painfully simple to kill you now. You're broken, weakened, and your men are losing morale by the second. Once I defeat you, I estimate this battle will continue for approximately another five minutes, for that is how long it will take me to slaughter the rest of your troops, the same way I mowed down some before you came back into play. The Crimson Lancers cannot match up to me. I am taking this warehouse, and then the rest of your territory. Your citizens, will become mine."
A bold claim, Kamui knew. And one that just spoke of the Changeling's confidence, merely bordering on hubris. Yet, the statement served its' purpose. It wasn't hard to tell that Athos was an instinctive fighter, drawing heavily on his emotions to fuel his attacks. It wasn't that Kamui was vastly stronger than the man..even though he was. It was simply that Athos was becoming too predictable. He was a simple fighter, and Kamui was becoming adjusted to the man's fighting style, and how to counter it.
He was merely riling Athos up. And it was working.
Athos was enraged. He couldn't understand why this man wouldn't just die. Ever since the fight began, Athos found himself on the losing side of the battle, unable to gain an upper hand over the bastard Pirate Captain. He couldn't understand why....he just..
He was holding back.
That was it. He was holding back because he didn't wish to destroy this sector of town. That was the only reason Kamui was winning. It had to be! If he just released all of his power, there was no way that that bastard lizard could beat him! He was the strongest there was! To hell with this sector of town! He would destroy all the Howling Tempests in one attack, and show the entire lower sector of the planet that the Crimson Lancers were here to stay.
"You're going to die....! You're going to die!" Athos screamed, flying off the handle. He didn't even register the fact that his forces on the ground were steadily retreating. He wasn't registering the fact that he was receiving orders from King on his wireless radio to flee, and leave the warehouse for them. All he was concerned about was giving himself closure. On convincing himself that he truly was, the strongest Gang Leader in the Crimson Lancers.
His black and red aura flared, his power level skyrocketing, releasing concussive force in all directions, the winds whipping up in ferocity, prompting surprise from Kamui. Athos shot forward once more, this time moving much faster than he had previously, and slugged Kamui across the face. The Changeling was hit genuinely.
Athos wasn't going to just stop there. He reared his hand back, and engaged Kamui in a fierce exchange of blows, the two combatants duking it out in fast paced combat.
"You fool, what are you doing? You're going to...destroy this sector!" Kamui protested, trying to hold himself back while attempting to defend against Athos' new, intense power.
"You think I care anymore? I'll kill you, eradicate your entire gang. Eradicate this entire town if I have to....you're going to die, and I'm going to be rewarded!" The Crimson Gang Leader roared, shooting up high into the sky, his right palm raised.
"Die, Lizard!" Athos yelled, rearing his body back as if preparing to pitch a baseball, a rather large energy orb appearing in his raised palm. Then, he launched it down towards the surface, the energy blast in question growing exponentially once it left Athos hand, as the Crimson Lancer added additional energy to it as it descended. His strongest attack had just been released, with intent to raze the whole neighborhood.
Cries of alarm could be heard from below Kamui as Lancer and Tempest alike feared the worst. There was no where to run, no where to hide. They were going to be eradicated. It was over. Everything was done. They were all going to die here.
Kamui grimaced and placed his hands together, closing his eyes as he centered himself. When he opened his eyes, he allowed his own power level to skyrocket, allowing himself to reach a total of forty two thousand, before letting it rest. Then, he opened his mouth.
"KIAI!"
The exclamation echoed through air as he suddenly released his Ki in the form of invisible, concussive force, shooting straight outward. The concussive force collided with Athos' energy sphere, and overpowered it, causing the sphere to distort, before prematurely exploding, turning the sky red as the red light exploded in all directions, proving to be a firework that few would ever forget.
And it would be the last thing that Kamui allowed Athos to see. Not even waiting for the smoke and the light pollution to clear, Kamui, with his new strength, would direct his pointer finger straight up, charging pink energy to his pointer finger, before releasing it.
A rather broad pink laser would erupt from his fingertips, shooting straight out, ripping a hole through the smoke....a moment before it ripped a hole through Athos' heart, who wasn't even aware of the deadly counterattack until it happened. He was too thrown off by the failure of his strongest attack, to register that he had already lost.
Until his heart ceased to beat.
The only thing the Crimson Lancers could see was their leader falling through the smoke, before smashing into the ground, dead.
That only hastened their retreat all the more.
"Do not pursue! Shoot at them long range! Take off as many as you can!" Kaiju instructed, taking a page from Kamui's book and making a gun out of her fingers, and firing off minuscule bursts of energy, intent of piercing through the retreating Crimson Lancers, with her men rallying behind her, firing Ki blasts from their Arm Cannons, causing Crimson Lancers to fall one after another as they retreated back into the shadows.
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The aftermath of the battle was a mess, but it could've been a whole lot worse. Three destroyed residences, two of them had occupants inside...who were now deceased. Property damage of several businesses, which thankfully did not hold people, and environmental damage in the form of several small craters. Ultimately, it was not as bad as it could have been, but it wasn't exactly a preferred situation. But the important part was, they had the warehouse.
"Lieutenants, search the warehouse and secure it. Ensure no one is hiding in there. Team Leaders, split the warehouse sectors amongst you and take inventory. I expect reports in an hour after securing the warehouse of what we have. I will be dealing with...others." Kamui trailed off, before looking towards a single building. In an instance, Kamui flickered out of view, before appearing once more besides the spectators
"Mr. Osakvar, of the Pit Vipers. And company...to what do I owe this honor?" Kamui asked calmly, prompting Osakvar's men to rear back, their power levels flaring slightly, as if preparing for the Pirate Captain to attack. Only Osakvar remained calm, although Kamui could see surprise...and perhaps a hint of panic in him, too. The prospect of such pleased the Pirate Captain slightly.
"That warehouse you just liberated from the Lancers." Osakvar said, gesturing to the warehouse.
"Holds goods of interest to me. Only a tiny fraction. Allow me to take it, and I will return to the-"
"Done. You have five minutes." Kamui finished, before turning away. He didn't need to hear anymore. He was taking enough of a gamble fighting the Crimson Lancers. It wouldn't necessarily do to antagonize the Pit Vipers too. His goal was to keep the other two territories out of this fight. Or perhaps...even gain their support.
"Osakvar, I was aware of your presence. I know you were watching. Allow me to be the one to tell you now, that I am the future of the Dark District. The Crimson Lancers have overextended their stay in this area. The only future left is a future with me owning their territory. You have seen the might of my soldiers, as well as myself. Only sixty of us, taking on a much larger force, liberating a warehouse that you can obviously see our opponents were not willing to give up, despite what order was given beforehand. Relay the message to your Pit Vipers, that to align with the Crimson Lancers further is an error. The Howling Tempests are the future, and we wish to remain amicable. I am reasonable with those I share the territory with, as shown. Now, go on. Reclaim your goods." Kamui said before jumping over the railing of the building, dropping down on the ground below.
Already, the Changeling was developing plans on what to do next. He had lost soldiers on this day, and with a campaign this big, when he was already outnumbered to begin with, there ran the constant fear that Kamui would lose simply because the Crimson Lancers had the men and resources to outlast him. However, did this have to continue with bloodshed? Not quite. Kamui had no intention of overpowering the Crimson Lancers with brute force, for that would be a losing battle. No, no. His plan involved a bit more cunning than that. Organized crime in a mafia was as much a business as it was an army. Perhaps even more so of a business. Thus, he would have to merely hurt King where it hurt most. In the pocket. This warehouse was merely one of several trade routes throughout Crimson Lancer territories. Financial goldmines, strategic centers of illegal commerce. Drugs galore in a rapidly increasing drug industry. This warehouse, along with several other financial centers across the sector served as the bulk of the Crimson Lancers' incoming revenue. If those centers were choked and cut off, the Crimson Lancers would be put at a severe disadvantage, especially from within their own forces, for there would be nothing incoming to pay Gang Leaders and thugs, security and the like, or to fund any more massive projects. And then, there was also the fact that the Crimson Lancers would no longer be the face of trade with other gangs, the Howling Tempest would control the supply, and as such be the new face to distribute it, only establishing deeper ties with other gangs, especially if Kamui proved a better businessman than King. From there, it would be a simple manner of forcing the Crimson Leaders out of the equation. Whether by force or not, would be completely up to them.
As Kamui opened the doors to the warehouse, he was greeted with the pleasant site of his own soldiers running across the warehouse, taking stock of the various goodies that were laid before them. It almost put a smile on his face, as he giddily anticipated what would happen next.
Oh, dear, dear King. This was merely the beginning in a long, strenuous campaign. Oh dear, Kamui hoped the man was prepared.
For his sake.Word Count: 3,078 | Total Word Count: 9,157 | MARK I
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Post by MARK I on Oct 15, 2018 1:32:01 GMT -5
Space Vegas, Forward defense outpost. *alarms blared throughout the camp as Lt. Colonel Maver rushed to Headquarters. "Captain! Report!" The Lt. Colonel barked his command as he entered the room. People were rushing around, scrambling to organize themselves and their equipment. There was a constant background noise as some of the large computer screens within the command center appeared to be out of commission, despite being filled with state of the art equipment, staffed by some of the finest tech support and specialist that space Vegas had to offer, and supplemented through rigorous training and discipline the fine men and women here were at a complete loss as to what was going on. "Sir!" A man in a orange and black jumpsuit responded in a hurry. "We have an unidentifiable object entering the planet's atmosphere. It somehow got past our security systems and satellites. We are just now getting reports of a blind spot in the astrodefence which occurred less than minutes ago and is just now being cleared up. Permission to get air..." As the captain spoke the Lt. Col brushed past him to get a better view of a functioning computer screen. He stared at the monitor for a second as he attempted to make out the tiny spec on the screen, moving at speeds faster than sound. "Does that thing have a power level?!" "No sir" "Good, then blow it out of the fucking sky!" The Lt. Col roared to his crew as he turned to walk towards a section of specialist who were in charge of communicating with Astrodefence command and the space force. "I want all eyes in the fucking sky. Are there any more of those things? Somebody get commander Stanley on the horn and tell him what's going on. I want teams 3, 6, and 12 mobilized now!" As the Lt. Col continued to bark his commands Captain Carter rushed over to his post, adjusting the straps on his jumpsuit as he moved to address his men. "Are there anymore?" He asked eagerly to a young corporal at a computer screen. "I... I don’t know sir. Doesn't look like it." "Keep your eyes on sector three, it looks like that's where it's going and look out for dominion dogs, and ready all aircrafts we need to get airborne in case of an attack" "Yes sir!" As the soldiers organized and got into positions in front of their screens entire squadrons began to take to their ships outside. Within minutes Attack crafts began to take to the skies in case an invasion was coming. Rockets launchers readied themselves on the ground and anti-air missiles began to take flight, aimed at the foreign object heading towards sector 3. As the missiles approached their target all voices went quite for a moment in anticipation of whatever came next, tension filled the room as xeno's of all types stared up at the sky or at their screens, holding their breath, unsure of what to expect. MARK I easily maneuvered his way through Space Vegas's astrodefence network with a series of cybernetic attacks. Nothing vicious or devastating, just enough to move into the planet's atmosphere with little interference. He burned up as he began to enter the planet's atmosphere. As he entered the sphere he could hear the military on the ground began to marshal itself in response to his entry. It appears the defense network here might be more competent than he gave them credit for. Good, he liked that. It seemed that a few military reconnaissance vehicles registered him as missile due to his metallic body and eighteen foot long length and Mach level speeds. Organizing quickly the military mobilized their Anti air missile against him only for MARK I to blow them out of the sky as they approached his position. Despite having a clear line of sight to where he wanted to go, sector 3, where the battle arena was, where V3 had battled Ethon and Genesis to a near standstill before losing to them, he had decided that a more appropriate thing to do was to test the planetwide defenses of this location and to learn of its inhabitants, Etohn it would seem would have to wait. Shifting suddenly mid-flight he made a stunning ninety degree turn within seconds towards the air crafts lifting off into the air. MARK I could hear the communications down on the ground, he had already used Bunny to hack into comm before he even reached the atmosphere of the planet, using her to find a weak point in their space defense matrix it was how he was able to create a subtle blind spot which had allowed him to bypass their space fleet without any trouble at all, it was disappointing to him. That part had been so easy. Perhaps now they would make up for it. Entire squadrons of fighter jets and space crafts were ripped apart as he blasted past them. None standing any chance, save for two pilots who'd somehow managed to dip or dogged his fly by, ki users, surely. MARK I turned in a vicious arch towards their airstrip, anti-air missiles began to take flight as they targeted him only for them to burn up and explode before leaving contact with their launchers as MARK I split them in half with a sickening laser beam from his face. The beam of unforgiving radiant energy made a deafening sound as it cut through any and everything on the ground it came into contact with. Within seconds hundreds of men and women had been killed as he traced a line of death and destruction across the base, extending his hands, during flight, he fired a short volley of blast which knocked out communication towers along the way. It was too easy, nothing here stood in his way as he flew dangerously close to the ground, eradicating anyone foolish enough to be within sight of him as he flew through the streets of the base itself. Disappointing MARK I thought to himself as he arrived at the command center. He stopped suddenly in front of the building, breaking the sound barrier as he did. Scanning it for power levels he was disappointed to find that the strongest being was only a mere thirty five thousand. He palmed a large ball of energy and slapped it across the wall of the building, it ignited with violent burst of immense energy, the entire building sunk from the weight of the plasma ball as it began to dig into the ground, crushing and killing anyone within. The ball of energy begin to spin at incredible speed and it pulled everything into itself as it dug deeper into the ground before igniting and exploded with such a brilliant light it could be seen from miles and miles away. MARK I felt a slight form of discomfort from behind as he took to the skies again, this time it had seemed that a missile had managed to land, striking him in his backside without actually doing any noticeable damage to his caprice. Turning around he took off at twice the rate, flying past the two pilots who'd still been alive, firing a low powered ki blast at each they both managed to out maneuver his blast, turning their planes in wide arching paths towards his flanks. "Very impressive" Bunny mentioned. "Effective power levels only three and nine thousand" This bit of information intrigued MARK I. The implications of this news meant that power levels might not be as reliable a measurement of combat prowess as so many made it out to be. MARK I stopped his movement suddenly mid-flight. It was too much for the two pilots to handle, they both overshot his position and both got tagged with ki blast as they flew past him. MARK I hovered motionlessly as he watched one of the pilots eject from his seat in time and release his parachute in just the Knick of time. For a long moment MARK I held his hand up towards the man's body, calculating, analyzing. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Captain Carter Drifted through the air as he parachute steadied him midair. He stared into the eyes of the War machine that had just killed most of his men and had just likely killed many of his friends and there was nothing he could do, the adrenaline still rushed through his veins, his heart pumping blood through his entire body, his legs felt like lead as his brain struggled to process the shock of the past few minutes. Within moments, the length of a commercial break his entire world had felt like it had been smashed apart. He stared at the machine. It was hard to make out from the distance but he could see it's eyes, it's cold, lifeless eyes staring back at him upon an otherwise featureless face. The monster held its hand out. It would all be over soon. Greer couldn't move, he couldn’t act as it watched him drift towards the ground and then suddenly... The monster lowered its hand and left. It turned around towards sector eight and just began to fly away. It was gone. It was over. "Arghhh NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Carter yelled at the top of his lunges as he extended his arm and fired off a volley of Ki blast towards the machine. He was sure they all hit their target, he had placed everything into them, all of his fear, his rage his hate, all placed within those blast. "Mission control.... This is captain Alexander Carter.. I am sending out my location now. Also, requesting a mercenary application order. Order number: A, seven, one, oh, two, dash. Contract applicant Alex, Carter. Initials Alpha, Charlie. ( Dain Sincara) _________________________________________________________________________________ *Meanwhile Location: Space Vegas, "The bridge" Near "Crimson river" King stood by the edge of the northern bridge tower overlooking the Crimson river. It was a common meeting place for him and the leader of the pit vipers and the Lancers. In the old days this is where he and Kozlan used to meet up when they were younger. Here they would train, they would dream, and share secretes with each other. Now they were both the head of their own two gangs. Although Kozlan was meant for this life, raised and breed from a family of gangsters, King had made a name for himself. Scars and tattoos on his chest and back side, which he hid from the world under near priceless three piece suits, told the story of a former pit viper enforcer before he eventually broke away from the crew and established himself as the head of a new gang. The departure wasn't clean. It was bloody, dirty, and brutal but after ten long years of savage bloodshed and shady dealings King had risen through the ranks. He had earned his place amongst the dons of Dark district. When Kozlan's father passed away a treaty between king and he was made. One that brought their two rival gangs into an uneasy alliance. So long as they remained in their own lanes and kept out of each other's way the Pit Vipers and the Crimson Lancers would mostly keep to themselves, at least at the Macro level. Individual team leader fought over petty squabbles here and there but nothing to big, not until now. Kosavar arrived with his usual entourage, three of his lieutenants and a scoundrel named Ratbag. The lieutenants were simple thugs, what they lacked intact or brains they more than made up for in strength and relative power. They were large Xeno's with powerful builds ranging from six to nine feet tall, large, unless you compared them to king of course who, despite being human, was a monstrous twelve feet tall. King only ever had two men with him. A slender gentlemen by the name of West and his personal driver slash body guard, Spade. West and Spade were both king's assistant and his top guys for whenever he needed things done, west especially, who had a knack for getting things done despite being relatively weaker than most. "I was hoping to speak with your brother... Where is Kozlan, I would have word with him. It has been too long and I am beginning to miss my old friend" King said from a distance as the men made their way to him. King had a peculiar way of speaking, which only ever manifested himself on the rare occasions he would leave his casino. He had a speech impediment and verbal ticks that would sometimes cause him to awkwardly tilt his head as he spoke. Whenever he spoke for two long sometimes his head would twitch slightly. To compensate for this he tried not to say much or at least he would space his words far enough apart for it not to be a problem. Usually West would act as his voice in negotiations, usually. "Where is my money" Kosavar said as he spit towards the ground. A tense silence filled the air for a brief moment. West and spade exchanged confused glances. It wasn't often that King went into a meeting without briefing west beforehand of what he wanted but this time the man had not been told, he'd gone in blind. West opened his mouth to speak in a diplomatic manner before King raised his hand to silence him "Yess w-well. That is why I have arranged this meeting. I w-will have word with your brother, the viper, so that we ma..." "Well, My brother sent me king. That's why I am here. And we had a deal. That warehouse was ours, mine! And now I gotta go home to my family and tell them what THE FUCK! Just happened! I gotta go tell them about HOW SOME STUPID TEMPEST FUCKS! Somehow killed two of your guys and so now I gotta pay for that?! I thought you were something special king but you know what maybe We should go talk to this Kamui guy eyy? What do you think about that?" King's eye began to twitch slightly as the Pit Viper general started to yell. West and Spade could be seen getting nervous. Uncharacteristically so as the Viper yelled and berated them. Ratbag, the scoundrel in the back of Vipers guys surveyed the scene with a stunned curiosity. "This. Can't be right?" He thought to himself as he watched. He took a step back just to be safe, he felt a tension in the air, he didn’t like it. He hadn't signed up for this, he wasn't even technically apart of the two gangs he was just a local informant, a mole with useful skills that would sometimes be hired out to do odd jobs. West finally began to speak, attempting to deescalate the situation. "What happened was regrettable but it was also to be expected. That warehouse is always a spot of contention and no one has ever held it before as long as we have. Infact the profit margins for both sides were well above our normal rates" West's words fell mostly upon death ears as Kosavar began to pace back and forth, his mind working something out. "You think that makes this better ay? Ohh No. Listen I want my money. I want it by tomorrow or else we’re gonna start taking what you owe us from your little corner stores, you understand piggie?!" Shock spread across West's face from the words he'd just heard. He stammered on his words. Kosavar had just called his boss, the king, a piggie. Before West could speak King Interjected. His tones and words were filled with emotion and a tempered rage, unlike him. The King never showed this much emotion, unless... "Thhat was not the deal we made. Kosavar, if you will please allow me to speak with your brother I am sure we can work out something that will be agreeable to both parties. I w-will have wo..." "We had a plan fatsO! And you know what it looks like to me that plan is done! You're done. Do you understand. Now why don’t you go back home and eat you a twinkie. Haha" As he laughed Kosavar started to turn around and walk away his men all laughed alongside him as they began to leave, snickering and jeering with each other. All but Ratbag, who stood to the side, watching, waiting, confused. "KOSAVAR!!!" The Crimson King roared from across the tower bridge. No hint of his silly impediment or tick in his voice. His fist were clenched and his face had turned into a reddish tint from the blood flow and rage. For a moment Kosavar said nothing as he turned around, not sure what to expect. Nothing happened. Snapping out of it West and Spade moved to intercept King. The two placed their hands on him grasping at his finely made suit in an attempt to kept him steady, keep him close. "You killed Samantha!!" "aha?.. What? Are you serious you mean that whore?" "AGHHHH!" In an instant king swatted Spade aside, westly knew to let go when this happened, he quickly released king and stepped aside as the man rushed forward towards Kosavr. Two Of Kosavr's men stepped forward to intercept king, each moved in with a speed that was surprising for men of their size. They each palmed ki blast in their hands ready to act, their power level soaring to about four and five thousand respectably. A wet popping sound, the sloshing of fluids erupting and spilling their contents onto the floor could be heard as the Crimson King extended both of his hands and popped the heads of each man using one arm for each of them. Their bodies instantly slumped and fell to the floor, one of them squirming and jolting from the shock. In no time at-all king made his way to the final guard, who stood in complete shock at what he'd just witnessed. King wasted no time with him either. He backhanded the man so hard that his jaw could be heard shattering in atleast six different places before his legs buckled. The force of the blow carried the man off the bridge tower where he plunged over a hundred feet to his watery grave below. Kosavr's power sky rocketed to about twenty or thirty thousand as he raised his hands to defend himself. King brought his hands together and brought them down upon the Pit Viper. Blow after blow rained down on the man as King savagely dislocated one of his arm bones from the sheer weight of his attacks. "Aghghh!! Whhat. What the fuck man. You can't do this you Fat fuck! My, My brother is gonna hear about this and when he does we're gonna!..." King gasped Kosavr by his collar and lifted him off the ground until the two were eye level. Steadying and attempting to control his own breathing the king tried to calm down before speaking. "I will have word. With your brother" King raised the man into the air before bringing his head down into his own. Kosavr was shocked and stunned as the headbutt seemed to rock his world and turn everything upside down. King then proceeded to continue headbutting the man, over and over and over again, until Kosavr's body went limp and until the bones caved in and shattered from within. "You there!" King pointed at Ratbag who had currently been trying his absolute best to simply not shit himself. "Uhh..ahh, Yyyyes....sssir!?" Ratbag said as he feared for his life. "I need a ride back to my suite. would you mind driving me their. My associates are needed here." The impediment was there, though it was not as apparent. King himself seemed flustered still, angry, frustrated but this was different. It was a frustration that came not of the situation but seemed to come of disappointment or dissatisfaction with current events. Not knowing what else to say and not wanting to die Ratbag readily agreed to King's request. "West.." "Yes sir.." "Have you invited The young Mr. Doctor Kaijin Vex to this meeting." "Yes sir I did." "Good. Clean this up. Before our guest arrives. I will be leaving. I am in no condition to have a business meeting now. I leave it in your capable hands. Please message me if you have any questions." "Of course Sir." W.C: 3404/ Total: 13,205/ Post: #4
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 18, 2018 14:45:06 GMT -5
So it has been done.
Four Days have passed.
Four days had passed since the attack on the warehouse, and Kamui found himself very comfortable with the fruit of his labor. He knew this warehouse was a vital hub for drugs, weapons and black market gear, but he just never knew the extent of what was available. The crates that littered the large warehouse were only what was to be held on display, or what was meant to be shipped out soon. His soldiers came back to him in drones over the next few days, providing reports of multiple hidden rooms, and an entire underground cavern dedicated to just storing illegal goods, as well as multiple extra storage spaces in the rare case that the law enforcement of Planet Vegas finally got off their asses and decided to raid the place. Everyday was something new, something new discovered. More goods to be found, more rare items to sell. This place was a goldmine. If he so wanted to, he could sell this entire warehouse to some powerful offworld crime lord and make millions right on the spot.
But, he didn’t want to. For right now, the money, the millions, was simply a secondary achievement along with what he was already beginning to achieve. For the first time, Kamui felt in charge. He felt as if he was in charge of his own destiny, as if he finally had influence. As if he was no longer the underdog, but at a similar level as those he was competing against. He had a long battle ahead of him, yes, but he felt more confident. This win meant something. It meant that he could accomplish this. And he had never felt so pleased with himself. This was what he always wanted. To be in control of his own life. He had been denied of it ever since he was young. His fate had always been decided for him, his career choice decided by his parents by the time the Changeling was a mere four years old, not even able to understand the true gravity of his job.
However, he’d be damned if he let anyone decide his fate. The Changeling had had a criminal record since he was about nine years old. Starting off small with acts of petty theft and vandalism across several neighborhoods in his rather posh, wealthy neighborhood in Abbayor, the child's advancing years only led to advanced crimes, escalating into the realm of organized crime on a small scale, with the Changeling working with several street gangs, mostly consisting of lower class kids his age, that the local Imperial law enforcement had yet to suppress. In reality, Kamui had little reason to be involved in crime, for he had no need or gain out of it. He was hardly poor, his father was a lower tier noble in the grand Galactic Empire's social rank system, and thus was quite wealthy and well known, with Kamui and his sister being the "kids destined for greatness" once they reached the required age for enlistment in the Imperial armed forces, being dispatched into one of several fields. However, Kamui had little interest in nobility, and in his father's government connections. To him, he felt restrained by his father's reputation, and could never do what he wanted to do, even if what he wanted to do could have been at another’s expense, which it often was. Thus, Kamui's criminal life only compounded upon itself until the top blew, and his father and sister were forced to put familial ties behind, and attempt to apprehend the sixteen year old Changeling as a criminal, prompting Kamui to flee from Abbayor, never to return.
His father and sister were too caught up in their own social status to think for themselves. Too caught up in keeping the family name out of the gutter that their own emotions were diminished. Never had they realized, or even cared that they were forcing their own agenda upon a mere child. And frankly, even if they discovered it, Kamui was more than sure that it wouldn’t have mattered much. Hence, why he followed the philosophy he did.
Ultimately, Kamui wasn’t in this business for the long haul. Piracy, criminal activity, this wasn’t to be the rest of his life. It was merely a means to an end that served his principles. Once he obtained his millions, the Changeling would more than likely move away from crime, move to some backwater world plagued with poverty, and probably devote his millions to humanitarian acts or some shit, doing something for the people directly, for he knew full well no one else would do it.
A pirate doing good for the people? Such an interesting goal. Despite his occupation, Kamui was by no means cruel. In fact, he was considered by many under him to be an exemplar ruler, valuing the needs of his crew more so than he even cares for himself and his own health. And, believe it or not, Kamui generally does not prefer violence. Violence was simply a tool within a versatile tool box, for Kamui to utilize as he saw fit. It was by no means a crutch to rely on, or to often use first. In fact, he was known for his mercy, often warning would be opponents of his to flee before they got themselves into more trouble, and incurred his wrath.
Noble, right? Heroic even? A pirate with a heart of gold? Not even close. Kamui often considered himself to be a skeptic anarchist, often questioning most governments and questioning many aspects of society that were already considered apart of the status quo. He believed that there were no inherent nobility or goodness in people. People didn’t just do good, just for the sake of doing good. There were no comic book heroes. No one to save the day. People were inherently self-interested, it was apart of their nature. There was no helping it. Everything that one does is self-motivated in some aspect. And when it came to government, it was merely putting a few people in charge of the masses, in which the leaders in charge are free to impose their own will upon others. Their own agenda, influence the masses with their words, and with their doctrine. It’s partly why Kamui never approved of the Galactic Empire. He had never met Emperor Polaris, and all news reports flooding in simply give evidence of what a superb ruler he is, and his various humanitarian acts and serving as a source of inspiration of his people. And every time, he shook his head at how easy people were fooled. He refused to believe that an Emperor, a single person in charge of an entire realm of people, could possibly be all that good. He wondered, as he does with all people, just what kind of person he is behind closed doors. What are his true motivations? What is his true personality? Anyone could jump before a crowd and say what they want to hear, or do what they want them to do. Anyone could paint the picture of a so called “saint” and have themselves adopt that image. Anyone could be another person’s hero. You just had to act like it. However, Kamui wanted to know who these leaders are when no one is watching. What they dream about at night, what are their true intentions for the people that they rule over. The Changeling already knew the answer. Everyone has another side to them. It was just dependent on when they released that side to the public. Kamui was no different. He believed that people in general were self interested, and that there was no true heroism, and that true chivalry and nobility were social constructs created to “paint the picture”. Such a belief included himself. He knew that he was no different. He imposed his own will upon his pirate underlings, upon his Lieutenants. They all followed him, trusting him wholeheartedly. And he dictated what they did, and who they attacked. Even his desire to help people stemmed from a desire to cleanse himself of his sins committed during his life as a criminal, to make amends, to please his own soul, then out of the “goodness” of his heart. Everything he did, was, even if he didn’t mean to, for himself.
As was the case for the rest of the galaxy.
But, that didn’t mean he would sit brooding. His philosophy shaped the kind of person he was, even if such was mostly unintentional. A complex individual with a rather complex ideology. Unable to even understand his own purpose, or the purpose of individuals in general. Thus, Kamui did what was natural among all who couldn’t understand a greater meaning. Continue to let such knowledge elude you and continue life in blissful ignorance. Hence, here he was.
Just building his criminal empire, passively despising humanity, while also thriving off of them. An interesting situation.
But anyway, off topic. Back to the main picture.
“My lord!” A voice called above. During his little daydream, Kamui had found himself downstairs in one of the warehouse’s many underground storage facilities, the high tech, well ventilated nature of the storage facility could easily make one forget that it was underground at all. The only indicator would probably be some dripping from the ceiling.
“My lord!” The voice came again, closer this time. Sighing slightly, the Changeling turned towards the stairwell, his long, ornate cape shifting with him. As he turned, he was greeted by a rather tall Zaltan Pirate. He appeared to have run across most of the warehouse, hinted by the man taking a moment to catch his breath for a moment.
“Yes, Rolan?” Kamui inquired calmly, his eyes resting upon the winded Zaltan “Mr. King….from the Crimson Lancers, has sent word for you. He seeks an audience…”
“What?” Kamui said, his eyes widening slightly, not in panic, but in surprise at the sudden desire for a meeting. Frankly, he hadn’t been expecting such a quick response from the leader of the Crimson Lancers. After he had seized two more business hubs, sure. But now? It was an interesting move.
“Explain.” Kamui ordered from Rolan
“He wishes to have a meeting between you, my lord, himself as representative of the Crimson Lancers, and Mr. Osakvar of the Pit Vipers. It is to occur in three days time, at the Refuse Manor in Lower Gamble.”
Gamble.
The so called “Free” territory of the Lower Dark District. Where Kamui had started the Howling Tempest, and where the gang territories wouldn’t venture, because of the major pirate and free mercenary presence there, that straight up resists gang control. It was also where the Howling Tempest base was, but Kamui had a feeling that King wouldn’t attempt to assault that base under the guise of a meeting. A Crimson Lancer assault on “Free Territory” wouldn’t go well in the least….for the Crimson Lancers, and would put an early nail in their coffin.
On top of that, Refuse Manor was….by no means a manor. A shady hotel in Lower Gamble, it was known for being a neutral meeting place by conflicting parties, and actually thrived on that business. With strict security and ties to the criminal underworld, Refuse Manor tried to ensure that those within its’ walls would not disturb the peace. It was a place for communication, not for firefights. For King to have scheduled a meeting there….that solidified that King wanted to have this talk.
Or, he wanted Kamui and his Lieutenants to leave for the meeting so that the warehouse could potentially be retaken. A far stretch? Sure, but also possibly not. When it came to double crossing criminals, one could never be sure of their true intentions. Nonetheless, this could potentially prove beneficial.
A chance to sway the Pit Vipers to his side, or to make his story heard.
“Very well. Send him a response, and let him know I will be in attendance.”
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Three Days Later, Refuse Manor, Dark District, Lower Gamble.
Kamui stood in front of the entrance to Refuse Manor, flanked by two guards of his. A Brench Mercenary stood on his right, and then a young Saiyan Warrior on his right, by the name of R’Krayt. He had just recruited the Saiyan a few weeks before the attack on the warehouse, yet the Saiyan had made his name known during the warehouse attack. During the attack, he had shocked the Lieutenants by proving to hold a power level more or less equal to that of Kail’s, and using it to his advantage, flawlessly killing more than a dozen Crimson Lancers within the course of a few seconds. In a report to Kamui, apparently every blow that Krayt dealt to an opponent, broke one of said opponent’s bones. The validity of such a statement was questionable, but Kamui was no man to ignore talent, so he gave the Saiyan a chance to accompany him as an entourage for this meeting, leaving Kaiju, Sansho and Kail behind to lead the remainder of the Howling Tempests, and to serve as a hardy defense against any who may try and attack the warehouse while the Commander wasn’t present. There was no telling what King’s ulterior motive was behind this meeting, but it was safe to remain cautious at all times throughout.
Motioning for Krayt and the Brench to follow, Kamui pushed the door open, entering a rather grand looking hotel. Standing in front of them was a rather poised, elegant Heran woman in a regal white dress, accompanied by two towering brutish Xenos dressed in fine, expensive tuxedos
Bowing her head, the Heran woman spoke,” Greetings. I trust you are the Howling Tempest party? Mr. King and Mr. Osakvar have been expecting you."
Kamui nodded, crossing his arms, his white and green tail swishing underneath his cape and armor. As the Heran began to walk away, Kamui and his entourage followed. Looking to his right, he realized that Krayt was looking around, his facial expression rather severe. Upon realizing he was being stared at, Krayt’s eyes focused back on his Commander, before he spoke his mind
“I don’t like this. Be careful, Commander.” He said simply. Kamui merely nodded, appreciating the man’s caution, and liking the fact that he was unwilling to let his guard down in what could potentially be enemy territory. The Changeling simply wished that he could be a bit more discreet about it. The Saiyan was practically jumping in his skin, raring to go toe to toe with somebody. But, he was right. Kamui had to remain cautious
After several minutes of walking, the Heran stopped before a large, private meeting room.
“Remember” She started,” To start fights within this manor is to go against policy rules, in which we will immediately move to eliminate both parties from this realm, along with all of their followers. Good luck to you, and may your business dealings be in peace.” The Heran finished, bowing before her and her bouncers left the hallway, allowing Kamui entry.
Smiling, Kamui opened the door and entered, looking at all the happy faces before him.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” Word Count: 2,570 | Total Word Count: 11,745 | MARK I
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Post by MARK I on Oct 18, 2018 23:40:18 GMT -5
MARK I broke through the rings with little to no issue. From the air he could quickly scan the entire city, find the most densely populated areas, busiest buildings, and see into the lives of the common folk. Through his eyes he could see practically everything and everyone. It wasn't enough. While still in motionless flight he noticed one building that towered over the rest. It was a tall, sleek, dark red building which held within its walls more advanced tech than most every other building within sight. Wasting no time MARK I flew over to the roof of this building and planted his feet on the very top. Walking over to a type of encoded fuse box on the side of the building he quickly managed to override the entire security system just by staring at it and assaulting the entire buildings matrix with his mind. HE was now plug in to the building itself. Interesting fact about this structure in particular was that it held within one of its floors a series of secured, hidden, rooms in which a small team of technicians worked to hack into all camera feeds that surrounded the lancer province of dark district. MARK I watched as they messed with the video feeds. At times altering or deleting sections, or entire videos. MARK I did not know why they were doing this but he was intent on finding out. An additional benefit of this was that now MARK I to had access to the very same files. He now had eyes everywhere, in every corner, and at every light. All that was left to do now was hack into the cities Radio towers. Soon MARK I would have access to the entire city itself. As MARK started to break into the radio and secure stations he noticed something that peaked his interest. The military it seemed would soon be on its way, along with a large section of the police force. It seemed like things were starting to get interesting. The entire sociological conditions of this small environment was about to rapidly change. A perfect breeding ground for chaos and learning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Virginia and Brett stared at each other from across the dinner table of their small safe house in dark district. In between them was a police scanner and a radio which Virginia had been using to communicate with the upper city station with however for the past hour they'd been getting really bad interference as she attempted to send a message to uptown. "God damn it Brett. Can you like stand further away or something?" "It's not me Virg. My magic is stored away. At the moment" Brett walked over to a computer monitor which flickered as he walked up to it. Something was wrong he thought to himself. Something in the air just didn’t feel right. As he stared into the computer monitor he could swear he saw the image of a featureless face for an instant. For a moment he thought about reaching into his pocket to use one of his items to review what he just saw but the magic might just make the screen even worse. Besides, there was a real chance it could be his items interfering with all this tech so he opted against it. "So what exactly is the plan Virg. You dragged me down here now what. I doubt your plan was to get me into your secrete police love nest and show me your cool staticy radio." Virg shot him a glance from across the room, her brows furrowed tightly in annoyance. He couldn't see her but he could definitely "Feel her glare as she spoke" "We're going to find out what the gangs are up to. Did you hear about the attack at ground level?" "No?" Virg sighed as she stared at him, "What is wrong with you?" "Hey. You guys pay me to keep an eye on things down here. Up top that's not my job or my department or anything. I couldn't care less if the sun exploded so long as I get my check." "Space force was attacked" Brett almost spit out his drink at the end of her sentence. His body jolting has he braced himself in an attempted not to lose his liquids. Taking a moment he made sure to carefully swallow. He took a deep breath before speaking out again. "What?! No gang would have done that? They couldn't have escaped I would have felt it." "I didn't say that. A pair of days ago one of our bases up top, military grade was hit by something. It had no power level, no signature, clearly mechanical in nature, it obliterated us, and then it head straight into the ground, here to sector eight." "You're kidding." "At the same time that this occurred we registered two class B signatures in the dark district" Brett took a minute to think to himself. Going through a menagerie of possible suspects in his head. "So you think the two are related?" He finally spoke. "Yes" she replied. "It seems odd that as soon as this happens we are attacked up top. My guess is that the attack above was a distraction. A trick to get us to look away while softening us up. That's why I wanted you here with me. We are going to find out what's going on and we're going to get ahead of this before things get messy. I don't want our guys going in blind when the shit does it the fan." Brett weighed his options. He knew the dark better than most. He knew its inner workings and while undercover he'd even spent some time involved with the different gangs, to one capacity or another. He caught her staring at him while his mind worked. She was waiting for something, he could tell, it was odd the way she stared at him. She wanted something, she just didn't want to ask him. It was always fun when she got like this. He considered drawing it out but knew there was a chance she'd get irritated so he spoke his mind freely instead. "That wouldn't make any sense Murphy" "What? Why not?" "Well for starters, the south-side gang isn't around anymore. It disbanded into several smaller gangs and they've all been fighting over territory and land lately. I would be lying if I told you it wasn't a bit chaotic, but at least it's mostly sustained." "Secondly, why would the gangs send a machine, and how would they send a machine to do this, from space, and then have it fly straight towards them right after? What you're talking about is a complex, multi-layered plan that would have to involve multiple gangs and a staged or planned fight only to end up having the machine fly right back to the culprits. That is either so incredibly genius or it is the worst plan?""Well we have to look into it genius. tell me about What happened to the guy leading the south side gang?" "To be honest. I am not sure but I hear there is the new gang, the howling tempest. They're lead by a young frost leader, a real polaris wanna be. His name is Doctor Kaijin Vex or something like that. Based on all reports he is a strong leader and I suspect he may have something to do with the disappearance of the south side gang. If this is true than he could easily be one of the B class threats you registered " "Is he that strong? Could he have anything to do with this?" Virg said to him with a sense of urgency, like a shark or a lion stalking a wounded prey. "No, well not with whatever happened up ground at least. I could see him having something to do with the power spikes. From what I know this guy's isn't actually from the Dark, and no one comes here willingly unless their stupid, in debt, or both. But you see he's got him a little gang, the howling tempest, I think they're called. I haven't gotten a good look at them really. Up until recently they've been small stuff but I got a guy for the little gangs. Word is this guy was thinking of making some kind of big move." "If he isn't from here and he is involved with the power spikes then maybe he is responsible for this machine! If he made a move for power or land and then summoned a droid to come down here, make a statement, and then fight for him than we need to act fast!We need to figure out where this machine came from and why it came down here. Who it belongs to and we need to do it before the boys in blue get down here because when they do all the roaches are going to run into their holes and hide like they always do." Brett to a moment to ponder the situation before speaking. Some of Murhpy's theory did make sense but it wasn't enough. "No that can't be it. If he had that kind of machine than it would make more sense to have it down here with him. Have it smuggled in parts and then built down here where he could just use it whenever. Making a scene like that at ground level just seems unnecessary if he wants to get land." Brett could feel Virg deflate a bit as he spoke. Though she still clung to her theory. "The dark district gangs aren't under a single ruler. I doubt they will be. The Crimson district has king and he is the leader of the Lancers but they do actually tend to keep things in order. Far as anyone can actually tell king, their leader, is a legit business man working with what he's got. He might be full of shit but as far as I am concerned he's good for this place and never directly involves himself with the gangs, but even if he did we wouldn't know his true identity." "Then there is Kozlan and his younger brother. The Pit Vipers. Those guys used to be big. They're father was rumored to be preparing something nasty but now Granddaddy's Viper is dead and his son runs the show. He's a lot more tame than his father. Probably just doesn't want to stir thing up too much, his younger brother though, Kas, that guys is trouble. I could see him up to something like what happened above. It still wouldn't make any sense though, but he does tend to be reckless and at times abit messy... I think we need to treat the two events as independent of each other. Until we can get more evidence." "What?!" Virginia exclaimed. "There's no way two things like this happened and they're not connected. You mean to tell me somethi..." Brett raised up his hand. "I am not saying it isn't possible. I am saying we need to investigate this a little more. Tell you what. We have two options. We can go to the refuse, in lower gamble. That place is a...bit dangerous being in a neutral zone and all or we can check out the actual area where the power surges happened. I have no doubt we can... find someone who would be more than willing to talk to us." Murphy sighed as she attempted to get the radio to work one last time. She hit the thing once, twice, and thrice to no avail. "any luck?" Brett asked. "I managed to send a message out to the chief but we won't be able to hear a response." "So what do you want to do Brett asked." "Your call wizard" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Are you sure?" King asked over the phone as West held a hand over the wireless device he used to communicate with. "Yes sir" I believe the refuse will make a better meeting place. I also felt this setting would be more appropriate for what we plan to do. "Very well, I trust you West." King's voice spoke out. "Are you comfortable with the terms I have suggested sir?" "Yes West. I will leave everything to you. Thank you." And with that king hung up on the other side of the line, traces of disturbance making it difficult to make out the sound of the connection ending. West stared at his watch as they awaited the arrival of the Howling tempest and their leader. He sat at the head of a large table which could seat twelve people. Five on each side and finally one at the tail ends. He stood at the edge of his side with Spade standing behind him, the pair appearing like tall, well groomed business men. A servant walked into the room to inform them that the other party had arrived and with that West gave the signal for the wait staff to begin bringing out food and preparations for their guest. The room they'd chosen to hold this meeting was an intimate one but what it lacked in terms of space and size it made up for in the decor and fabrics used. This was a room fit for a king to dine in. The chairs were draped with a crimson red clothes. A banner had been laid upon the dinning table, a flaming red lance its sigil with a golden lining, a black background and traces of gold flames surrounding the lance. "Kamui is it? Welcome and thank you for coming. Please have a seat and enjoy the meal. We have much to discuss." Once all of the howling tempest had taken a seat West joined them. West was a tall, handsome looking man. His hair was black and parted long at the top but with a fashionable fade. He wore glasses of a fancy, yet humble making. His suit was not overly expensive, in appearance, nor did he seem to flaunt any unnecessary wealth. His cuff links were fashionable, yet also relatively inexpensive. Mostly a suggestion of wealth and status without overtly doing so. "Gentlemen allow me to introduce myself. My name is West and I am the speaker for the King, he regrets to inform you that he will be unable to attend as he had a sudden bit of business that he absolutely had to attend. This man behind me is named Spade and he is the King's body guard. Now before we continue I would like to get to know you a little better. Feel free to talk among st yourselves, eat, and enjoy as much food as you'd like it will all be paid for by the King himself."
West took a moment to look at Kamui. It was an unassuming stare, one that conveyed no clear message at all, a cold stare that was hard to read, yet seemed to be patient and understanding. "Please sir, feel free to tell us about yourself or your men. I would like to know you more before we continue. I have heard so many things about the Howling Tempest." W.C: 2527/Total:15,732 Post: #5
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 20, 2018 12:53:07 GMT -5
So he didn’t show….
Kamui had to admit, he was disappointed. It wasn’t a good political statement to make to summon an enemy to a dinner party and not show up, instead sending an aide on his behalf. A poor show of taste, hidden behind extravagant showings, in an attempt to distract the Changeling. A small smile showed on his features, and the Changeling moved forward ever so slowly, before sitting down. His hand traced the decorative nature of the tablecloth, smiling lightly at the Crimson theme. A neutral meeting place with a color scheme representing the Crimson Lancers.
Kamui decided to point such out.
“A lot of red…” the Changeling remarked, running his hand through the table cloth once more. He looked down at the fabric design, almost analyzing it. For a long moment, there was silence. He allowed the silence to stretch out, his two guards already knowing better than to speak. He let the silence stretch to the point where it was uncomfortable. Only when the need to fill the space with sound was so unbearable it brought near physical pain did the Changeling speak once more, yet only to continue with his verbal assault upon West
“Where is the purple and gold? I would’ve thought in a neutral setting, there would at least be a balance between the colors to signify political equality...even if the color schemes do clash. Purple and Gold are our crew colors, in case you weren’t aware. Perhaps a little green and black as well, to signify the Pit Vipers. A shame to begin this way…almost as if you deem yourself as more important than the Pit Vipers and myself.”
Kamui had no intent to necessarily intimidate, but better yet to unnerve. As close an assistant as one may be to King, West was not King, yet was acting on his authority, meant to make decisions that could heavily impact the Crimson Lancers as a whole for time indefinite. A stressful position, usually taken by someone who wants the position, not by an interim. And the last thing someone would want would be to mess up and ruin things for his boss, and all of his subordinates. Especially if such a mistake could easily mean the end of the Crimson Lancers.
Thus, psychological mind games were the key. It would be difficult to intimidate West, but rather simple to unsettle the man, and make him nervous. As the attendants rushed inside and began settling plates of various, exotic foods in front of the men, he merely smiled, the same, sly grin a rather constant expression plastered on his face, even if the expression never reached the Changeling’s eyes. Krayt, having the ever present Saiyan appetite, made a move to dig into the food, yet Kamui stopped him.
“No no no, my dear Saiyan. We cannot hope to impose. Even if dear West here may not have intent to end us here, there are many who would prefer if I were no longer in their way. Thus, we will abstain from this meal, and continue on with business, as we came here to do. Skip the luxury and attempts to please and impress. Straight to the center of the storm, as they say.” Kamui chuckled, withdrawing a water flask from his armor and tipping his head back, sipping from the flask. Slowly, he withdrew the flask once more from his lips before looking back to West. By refusing to allow himself to become comfortable, Kamui was actually striking discord in the discussions itself, making the atmosphere rather awkward and uncomfortable, more for the Crimson Lancers than it was for himself, for Kamui knew exactly what he was doing.
And, he wasn’t even done.
“With that being said, let’s talk business, shall we? You wish to learn more about me, so I will tell you. I consider myself a hands on type of man, yes? I prefer to lead my men directly, and to serve as a direct source of leadership. I do not prefer to run and hide behind a computer console and direct from afar. It is unbecoming of a true leader. A true leader needs to lead directly as much as he directs from afar. I am not saying that leading from afar is a bad thing, but you must know when to balance the two….”
“Apparently, that is where leadership with the Crimson Lancers fails.” Kamui finished. He had went out and said it. He had called King out on his absence from such an important meeting, that he himself had called. And he was not going to let the Crimson Lancers forget such a thing.
“Your leader, dear West, called this meeting in the first place between the Crimson Lancers, Howling Tempest and Pit Vipers. Here we sit, and you attempt to charm me with luxury decorum and lavish dinner. But the fact remains that you are not King, and King has called me to discuss something that he himself cannot attend. Is it because he views me as non-important? A lesser import so that he calls upon his subordinates to meet with someone such as myself? He insults the Pit Vipers so, as well, for they have come long and far to attend such a meeting, expecting to met with equals, and yet here you are.”
He leaned in, intent on continuing
“I have come here as a show of good faith. I could have just as easily declined and moved on with my campaign. In fact, it would’ve made more sense for me to. Yet, I respect King as an individual and as a leader, so I showed my face here, expecting to strike an accord. But apparently, he sends you to the table, in which every point I make must be cleared with him first before you can even speak. Do you understand my point here, dear boy? I personally find this whole situation quite disrespectful, and a waste of my time, to be completely and utterly frank.”
Kamui sighed heavily before making a move to rise,” So, please, dear boy, convince me as to why I should continue to entertain you any longer. Convince me as to why your leader is worth respecting, when he can’t even bring himself to meet me in person. I lead a crew ten times smaller than his, and I’m sure this isn’t the first time an ambitious group of young folk have risen against him in arms. What makes me any different than the rest? Do I make you this nervous that your own leader has fled? How...saddening. Disappointing even.”
It was a bold statement to make, berating one of the biggest gangs in the Dark District. However, Kamui could hardly care less, for the gamble, while dangerous, would send ripples through conversation. Even his own men could be seen shifting uncomfortably, and he was sure that he single handedly altered the atmosphere of the discussion.
No matter how high in the food chain West was, King was still higher, and he entrusted West to make things right, which was a high degree of responsibility, the weight alone serving to crush bigger men and women alike. Now, with the conversation taking a turn for the worst, Kamui could only imagine his political opponent’s mindset. He could either take the verbal attack in stride and try and pull military might over Kamui, or he could backtrack and stumble over himself trying to recover and balance things out, as his leader intended.
And for some reason, the Changeling had an inkling that it would be the latter.Word Count: 1,281 Total Word Count: 13,026 | MARK I
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Post by MARK I on Oct 21, 2018 14:34:07 GMT -5
* MIDTOWN. SVPD. HQ. "Alright men listen up!" Police chief Leon spoke up as he addressed a large contingent of fully armored service men and women. "Your team leaders have all be briefed as to the specifics of what your rules of engagement are for today's assignment. They will also have more information on the small man cells operating down under right now. So look the them for guidance on that. Now today we're working with them buzzcuts from up top. So don't let me find out yall fucked around on this one. Get in, find the perp, get out, simple as that. If you find a big ass robot or suit of power armor, even better!" With that the police chief, who had not taken the time to properly correct or maintain his uniform before stepping into the briefing room, performed a half assed about face and simple left the room to go to his office. The large group of men and women chattered among themselves until eventually a man stepped into the room. The man wore a brace on his left arm and barred scare marks running down the left side of his face. They covered him from the top of his head down to his neck lines in second degree burns which still hadn't fully healed, made apparent by the advanced tech gel sepping slightly from beneath his bandages. Lt. Col Maver approached the podium with a stern look of resolve and contempt on his face as he addressed the crowd. Cameras arrived behind him, suspended midair by capsule corps anti gravity platforms which allowed them to hover near and around him as he spoke. "This is the Province layout here." He said, pointing towards a holographic map which appeared behind him as he spoke. " My name is Lt. Col Maver. I am the commander of Space force HQ base which just got decimated. Today you will all be working together with the 2nd regiment's 3rd battalion on this one. They are my elite fighting force and I brought them down here for one reason and one reason only. To apprehended whatever did this!" He paused for a moment. Pointing towards his face, allowing the silence to register. To me and my boys. My squads will be working in support of your mission to find the rouge power levels. they don't know the area like each of you so don't let'em boy's get in yer way but at the same time our mission takes precedence over yours. Now here is the plan" Together, huddled in mass, a group of servicemen leaned in nervous anticipation as the Lt. Col went over his plan. In summary, the police force was to sweep the city from west to east while the Military focused its efforts as air support, quick reactionary forces in case of emergencies, and also as tertiary squads that moved in support of the police forces. Though normally military units would take charge in situations like these due to their combat capabilities and firepower being far superior than the entire police force, due to the assault up top a large contingent of the army was staging in preparation for some Saiyan invasion that would never come. Politicians were already labeling this as a terrorist attack staged by the Queen herself in some sort of power armor... The police force, due to its proximity, mobility, and manpower would "lead" this operation. Having dismissed the men to their units at the end of his briefing the Lt. Col turned around to find a less than amused, Police chief, Leon staring back at him. The two men walked up to each other near the back of the room, separated by a curtain that lead into the police chiefs office. "I am gonna need you to deploy your armor..." "I ain't gotta do nothin" The police chief interrupted. "Ex..cuse me?" Lt. Col said with a clear disdain in his voice. "I am the big dawg here Maver. So you listen close. You got, bout what? A hundred boys and girls in my backyard? With some little copters that you dragged down here cause you got your butt kicked a couple of days ago? Listen. That. Ain't. Nothin. My boys deal with shit like that on the day. When we done finding out perp that's it. Do you understand? We out. So you better have a plane b and c for what happens next" Police Chief Leon said to the Lt. Col, snickering as he spoke. Both his hands in his pockets as he leaned his overweight body against a wall, cigarette in his mouth. The Lt. Practically snarled at the chief as he spoke. "Are you sure that's the move you want to make right now." He leaned in a little closer as he spoke. "I could take you out before that cigarette touched the ground and still be home in time to pay your wife my regards. "bwahahaha" The chief started to laugh. "Sure you could scout but you won't. Why don't you skedaddle now, kay? I got a meeting in five. And don’t forget what I said. Till congress approves you being here, which we both know dey won't den you betta make it quick partner." The chief straightened himself out, pressing a couple of buttons on his wrist watch as he started to walked away, he struggled for a moment as if something was wrong with it before putting out his cigerrete against the wall before turning around to walk back away into his desk. Cigarette landing firmly on the ground in between the Lt. Col's feet. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Dark District. King's Castle. The cold water slide across king's back as he showered. The ivory lined bathtub of traced with blood as he cleaned himself of the filth. King's hand were shaking as he scrubbed the blood off of them. His breathing was erratic and as he showered he started to hyperventilate, his heart rate pumping what seemed to be pure adrenaline into his system. He passed out, his naked body layed out across the tub, torso clinging to the side of his massive tub. A servant rushed into the room to help him, with a practiced hand she injected him with some form of liquid straight into his veins. King laid in her arms, a man of only six feet and three inches in stature now weighing in at about two hundred and sixty pounds. Still he was considerably large but nothing like his usual appearance. In this "Lesser" state king always felt vulnerable, he always felt scared, and therefore would rarely allow himself to maintain it, his natural form, that of a regular man, a softer, weaker man. His nurse, a xenotype of pink, smooth skin and long tail like tentacles on her head, cradled him in her arms as she began to sing him a Lullaby. The cold water didn't seem to faze her, she had done this before and she knew that eventually she would have to do it again. Dddon't let him tttake me! Denise. DENISE!!!" "It's okay baby. It's okay. I am right here..." She knelled, holding his torso, which layed out of the tub as his lower body rested within it. She sang and in her arms he wept. His tears no different than the droplets of water. Water and blood which poured onto the flood, onto the nurse's shirt, and into her soul. She wept. He wept. Off in the distance his smart watched lay on the ground. It buzzed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Dark District. * The Warehouse area. "This has got to be the stupidest plan you've had." Sgt Murphy said to Brett. "It can't be worse than that time at the silk stocking" "Don't talk about that time!" She hurled her fist at his face this time, missing only because Brett happened to be looking. Wooh wooh now! don't punch the wizard, tank!" "What?!" Murphy said to him in a confused stare. "Nothing, it's a meta joke anyways. So listen. Some of these guys know me, like I said, but they don't know you and if you don't want to look the part then we'll have to use magic. So I need you to just stand in the circle, shut up and stare into the mirror." As Brett spoke he traced a circle onto the ground, around her. the symbols a mix of ancient Greek and Egyptian lettering. "Why is this taking so long" She complained. "I thought you could cast spells with a thought" "Well I THOUGHT I told you to hush. Listen, when you dragged me out of bed this morning, without telling me what we were doing, I did not have time to gather my magical energies and BESIDES. I have to use alchemy, it's less invasive and it won't affect the environment as much when I do it this way. Just trust me okay." Murphy stood still as he...worked his magic.. Within moments, once they grew silent, she began to notice his limbs seemed to speed up. At first it seemed like a mistake, like she could have perhaps just spaced out or been seeing things, but before she realized it the entire circle around her was completed. She could make out lines where previously there had not been any. She was baffled. His power level hadn't even budged. Brett liked to hover at a modest twelve. A simple level that was practically indistinguishable from average citizens on space Vegas. "What? HOw?!" She began to speak as he reached for her hand and placed within it a small compact, women's make up mirror? She raised an eyebrow at him. "What me to put on some lipstick for the bad guys" "I wish" Brett spoke. "I need you to think of the ugliest, dirtiest, meanest thug you can and then just look into the mirror, utter a name that you think this thug should look like and then we should be good to go. I know a guy that'll help us work our way into the crowd of howling tempest. He's been on the inside for a while now, and I pay him well so don't hurt him to bad." Again she raised an eyebrow. "Oh is that all? Also, howling tempest?"
"Yes. Focus. I need you to really focus. Magic requires concentration or else weird things can happen. Now go!" He raised the mirror to her, clasping her hands together and whispering a few words before stepping out of the circle completely. She raised the mirror to her face and with a word she spoke "Bart" "Bart?" The wizard spoke out. A plume of dark blue smoke whipped around them. Revealing a tall, six foot, two inch tall man, in a long trench coat with shaggy hair. He was lanky and had the facial features and sunken eyes of a perpetual drifter. The man smelled of bailey's and all the essentials of an alcoholic. "Wow" Brett muttered to himself as he stared at the now, manly, and similarly dressed and looking male version of Sargent murphy. "I said ugliest, not the most handsome man, you messed up the spell" She elbowed him slightly as they shared a brief laugh. Not long after the two meet up with a smiley, shabby, cowardly thug by the name of Ratbag. He was... a special case. Forced to live on the fringes due to his pathetic stature and meek appearance. He made up for it by memorizing evert face, every person, and every street in all of Dark District. If there was someone or something going on in the dark, Ratbag knew about it. The man wasn't good for much but when it came to survival, he had a sixth sense for it. "Come in come in. Ratbag said to them as he ushered them into the warehouse where the howling tempest were currently celebrating their victory. "News of their leader being summoned to meet with king has got half of them drunk and the other half riled up. Keep a low profile. If they ask tell'em your from mole town. Thems where the newest members been coming from. The tempest number have been swelling these past couple of days, drunk from they victory" "What can you tell us about the machine that hit topside and the power levels, who are the stron...." Rat bag rushed to Murphy and meekly placed his hands over her mouth. "Shhh!!! Sheesh. Who is this? Listen. Kamui is their leader. He's really strong but its not just him. His captains are just as strong. Kamui is a frost demon. He's from up top, don't know why he came down here but they really like him. These isn't, aint your typical gangsters or pirates. He's good. Like he is nice and he is fair, in a way, to his own but you can't be asking about him too much." "What about the machine" Ratbag's feet started to shuffle, his hand started to tense up. "I-ii I don't know nothing about that. No one really does... There is a hole.. It's up by one of the western shafts, an entire rail is exposed.. That's new. I noticed it cause it wasn't there before. If I was you I would check it out. By king's tower. You can get a real good look at it if you can see far. Or got a scope. Then you go to the tower and you'll see it!" Ratbag started to look around. His feet kept shuffling. "What's wrong? Brett asked him "Listen? Listen to the streets... It's to quite.. I have to go. This isn't safe. I feels not safe. I have to go" The two stared at each other incredulously as he ran off into the streets. "THAT!? Is your friend? Murphy said to him?" "Yeaa, well. He's good trust me. Besides" Brett spoke as he bit onto a small coin he'd produced from his pocket. "With a little bit of magic, nothing major, it's easy to tell when he is lying." "Well if the Pl boogies are here then we should send a message to the chief. I am sure he'd like to know." "Fair enough." Brett thought to himself for a second. "Wait a minute. Does the chief know we're here. I don’t want to be here when it goes down" Murphy spoke to him as she enabled her wrist watch communicator. "Damn thing" She cursed. "I don't know. I sent them a message but my stupid watch has been jammed all day." "Something isn't right..." Brett took a step back from Murphy and extended his hand. Some of the pirates began to look at him sideways as he did so. Closing his eyes he started to reach out with his mind. Activating a hidden reserve of magic he always kept locked away within him. Slits of power seeped out of him as he reached out to donnie in his mind. "Hey. Donnie, you there?" Seconds passed before he got a response. "Of course sir! Where else would I be I am a dislocated head! In a messy apartment. How may I help you." "Listen. Something is going on, I think. Can you send me some tools. I need a couple of items from you. I need some eyes in the sky as well. There might be another wizard in town or something, someone is messing with the electronics I think. Just take a look for me will you?" "Of course sir! I will prepare a couple of spells for you and send you something in no time! Believe me!" "Hey!" One of the Pirates shouted out. The man was a blue skinned xenotype of a large and powerful build. He wore a skin tight bodysuit under a decorated overcoat. A blaster belt hung from his hip, complete with a saber and matching gauntlets attached to his backside. "What are you two on about? Ye must be from mole town. Have a drink and a fight with us boys we're celebrating our captains rise to the top! Soon we'll have more women and whores than you can shake your stick at!" The captain cradled his crouch with a single hand, lifting his genitals as he spoke. "WAHAHAHA! Names Charin! I'm from Mole town myself, the first time that is, not like you bandwagon chumps! What are yer names?!" Charin extended his long, strong arms around Murphy's shoulders, clasping her in brotherhood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~~ Moments later. Blaster bolts could be heard firing at the howling tempest from down the streets. The police force began to rush down the center street, up a hill and towards the warehouse. Some of the tempest men fell to the ground, scorch marks on their chest as their eyes went white. Others on the street jumped or flew to cover. Within moments pirates filled the roofs of the warehouse and nearby buildings and began to fire down into the streets, attempting to down as many of the officers as they could. Raising her hands in the air to swat away at some incoming Debris Murphy's power level rose to around two thousand five hundred as she dodged away. She scanned her surroundings to see all the buccaneers rushing outside to see what had just happened. A hand clasped her arm and the spell dissipated as she turned to face Brett who had been trying to drag her outside. "We have to go. We can't be here" "What if it's the machine?!" She protested. Brett looked down at his hands, one of his rings was alight with a soft green glow. "It's not!" He said without hesitation. " There are a lot of men outside, feel for yourself!" Together they bounded past pirate after pirate until they made their way to the roof, no one seemed to either notice or care about them at this moment. "God damn it!" Cried out. "What?" "It's your fucking chief! They're destroying everything! This isn't a search it is a purge!" Murphy stared at the scene in disbelief as the forces of the SVPD attempted to form up into lines as they began their assault on the compound. For a few moments the forces of the SVPD seemed like they would be overwhelmed as service men and women began deploying their riot shields and attempted to formed up in a line. That was until a missile suddenly tore it's way straight towards the building from miles away. Cursing while he activated one of the rings in his raised hand, Brett defiantly created a barrier formed in the air that took on the brunt of the blast full on but by then it made little difference. The missile had caused many of the men to jump for cover or duck their heads and in the time the police force had ignited their riot shields. They'd now formed into a shield wall and had begun to advance down the street at a slow debilitate pace. Troops of officers landed on the building and begun to assault the men. Officer Murphy, thinking quickly turned on her heels, her power surging to her full, five thousand level max. She quickly dispatched two pirates standing nearest to her and produced her badge for the other officers to see. As they landed they formed a small semi-circle around her. "Look alive mates! The captain will hear about this!!" Charin's voice could be heard as he roared in defiance. He leapt and barreled through a small group of officers as he abandoned his defensive post and began to charge the shield wall, dozens of men cheered him on and leaped into battle behind him, his aura leaving a distinct mark of the trail he blazed towards the shield wall, a few of them were mowed down by gun fire, but the rest managed to smash into the line. They buckled and eventually some even penetrating the line and began to offer fierce resistance as they cut through a line of men. Brett scanned the area fast as he could. He didn’t have a uniform concealed under his coat like murphy did, he wasn't lucky. Within the initial moments of the attack he'd have to defend himself from both officers and thugs, no one really knowing where he stood. Reaching into his pocket he produced a small, tinkered, watch, non-digital and began to manipulate its clockwork with his mind. A green tendril of magic worked its way around his body, allowing him to avoid every blow or blast that came his way for the duration of the spell. Try as he might the chaos of battle separated him from Murphy as the small unit of officers fought around her and moved on her command. Charin's charge had been a bittersweet success. Though it was not wise for an outnumbered, outgunned, and out maneuvered force to charge and separate, It had been such a fierce charge that some of Dark districts denizens, confined into their homes had opened windows and began to fire into the flanks of the police force's lines. The citizens were scared and they were as shocked as anyone else that the police had made their way her only to, immediately open fire without warning. The citizens, even the common folk down on their luck began to rush outside in their attempts to fight off the police. Tendrils of flames traced the air and into the windows of homes as individual servicemen ignited special weapons they held into homes. Denizen's began to cry out and scream as their homes started to burn down. Deadly shock Batons, lasers, and rifle fire echoed through the night skies as the tempest commanders beckoned a retreat. Not all the men listened though. Murphy's eyes dilated in terror at what she saw as she spun around to see the common folk aflame. She twisted her body midair as she spun to drop a heel kick over another man's head, downing the pirate. Reaching over to the lieutenant of this particular police squad she smack him over his face mask and yelled. "What the fuck is that all about?! On who's order are we slaughtering the common folk?!" "I'm sorry mam." The Officer said as he pointed his blaster towards her, firing it directly into her stomach. As one of the helicopters flew by, missiles at the ready another pirate had managed to make it on board and slew every man and women but the pilot. Detaching the gun from its side mount he then proceeded to empty its chain linked bullets into the defenseless pirate. The helicopter careened straight into the enemy police force lines and exploded upon impact. A hundred men and women were bathed in flames as the carrier ignited in a white hot blaze. The lines started to break and the pirate ranks began to cheer out as some of the men in firing positions began preparing for a charge, in support of Charin's men. Some men broke out into a dead sprint towards enemy lines right away, wishing to take part in the glory, to make a name for themselves in hopes that their leader would find out. They expected him to arrive any second now, no matter how rough it got, he could be here and he could finish any fight for them. They knew this. They believed this. They died for this. Together with these new men Charin mowed down, battered, and impaled the police with weapons and bolts of energy. Other pirates had formed into smaller bands and hunkered down and starting to pull back. Barricading areas of the warehouse before eventually locking themselves in. Only the men on the roofs and the ones on the street remained. It was chaos. Without any of their true leadership here the dozen or so of pirates here were left to their own tactics, not one unit but bands of individuals, fierce, and proud, combat ready. Entire units of Policemen had been slain by the time Lt. Col Maver made his way to the scene. From his hover craft in the sky he watched as the battle unfolded. Waiting, watching he analyzed the battle field. When Charin's charge had formed a blockade and actually managed to hold the forces of servicemen in a bottleneck next to the burning hovercraft that collapsed onto the street he began to shout out some orders to deploy his own squadrons. Lt. Col Maver held his wounded arm near his chest as he he raised a pair of high tech goggled to his face. "Where are you bastard..." He spoke out as he scanned the compound, looking for the machine that caused him and his boys so much trouble. "Orders sir?" A corporal shouted out to him from the pilots seat. "The machine has to be here! We've been picking up disturbances all day, especially nearby this area. I want that compound!" He thought to himself for a moment as he lowered the goggles. The pirates had done a much better job then he could have imagined. The battle had reached a turning point now. If the police didn't break through soon, they might lose heart and morale. Something had to be done. "I want first platoon with me. Send 1-1 and 1-2 behind me. The rest I want to go around. Secure the flanks and move in by the sides. I want this clean. Capture citizens, kill gangsters." With that the Lt. Col jumped off of his hover craft and into the Fray, into the thickest section of the fight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chargin's arms burned as he punched through one of the riot shields in front of him. To his right and left were his best mates and they had followed him into the fray without hesitation. A lot of the howling tempest, the originals at least, were like that. They stuck by their own and took care of each other's. As Chargin began to bark out an order he stopped mid-sentence to brace himself as a massive bolt of energy shot straight towards him. Raising one hand he managed to angle the blast a couple of degrees off, though he did nothing to protect himself from the force as it burrowed through his arm and into his lower abdomen. Behind it came a massive blow of a man wearing a cast of all things into battle. Chargin ducked and threw aside one of the man's kicks before stabbing his saber straight into the man's arm cast. Blood spurddled everywhere as the man tore his arm free of the cast and blade. Thinking quickly Chargin thrusted his head forward, head butting the man across the visibly bandaged side of his neck. Lt. Col Maver cried out in pain. He raised his free arm and reached for the Chargins blaster which laid on his holster. With little effort the Colonel removed the safety and fired three shots. Two into Chargins chest and the last one into one of his mates. "Noooo!" Chargin cried out as one of his buddies fell to the ground, their body going limb instantaneously. Raising his leg he delivered a kick into the Colonels abdomen and as the colonels body flew back into rows of his men both combatants brought their hands together. They formed balls of ki and then simultaneously unleashed streams of energy into each other. The resulting clashed reverberated across the streets as buildings shook and people ran. The clash held firmly in place as the two struggled until the pirates eventually found themselves surrounded. Having cut into their lines to deeply and without support they found themselves getting skewered, pinned and shot down as they attempted to fly away from the epic clash. Eventually the LT. Cols men would add their own energy blast to the clash, Chargins did the same, though for them it was too late as the stream of plasma eventually overcame them. The men on the roof were next. Once the street was secured and the line was reformed and beginning to advance, only then did the army send in their flying attack squad. Who then made quick work of the now demoralized and surrounded pirates on the roof. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~~ Police Chief Leon's office. "Look I know he's busy but just put me through. EVERYONE! Has been having communications issues as of late so I don't want to hear it!" Chief Leon sat at his desk, turned to face his window pane behind it, he could see the sky line of Dark district as a projector displayed it onto the screen instead of his usual view. "Stand down" A voice spoke from the other side of the line. "Wh?.. Where have you been?! I have been calling" "I said. Stand. Down." "We-well. Are you going to tell me what is going one?! This isn't the deal!?" The chiefs voice broke out a little towards the end as he spoke. "In time. Yes.. We will have word." The line disconnected on the other end. Chief Leon unsure whether he was hung up on or whether the line simply failed to hold between them. He sat there for a moment unsure of what to do. His scowl apparent to anyone who could see him from the window of his office, as you look in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lower Gamble“Where is the purple and gold? signify political equality.. Purple and Gold are our crew colors, in case you weren’t aware. Perhaps a little green and black as well, to signify the Pit Vipers. A shame to begin this way…almost as if you deem yourself as more important than the Pit Vipers and myself." Weston sat and listened patiently as Kamui spoke about equality and how tactless the decorations had been arranged. "almost as if you deem yourself as more important than the Pit Vipers and myself." West smiled at this comment during his replay. "You're right. How tactless of me. I must have forgotten in my excitement to meet you."
Despite some of the Pit vipers, two of the four that had attended this meeting breaking into a chuckle the men did see Kamui's point and considered the disrespect slilently to themselves. "A true leader needs to lead directly as much as he directs from afar. Apparently, that is where leadership with the Crimson Lancers fails.” Again west could do nothing but smile and nod as Kamui spoke aloud his many many disrespectful mistakes. The man continued to sit in silence allowing the frost demon to go on. The pit vipers however sneered and laughed at the comment almost as if they weren't aware of Kosavars absence at this very same meeting. They sneered and laughed as one of them commentated that King had a habit of rarely ever leaving his casino, as if he was scared to. “Your leader, dear West..." Kamui continued to go on as he worked the room. Assaulting the Crimson Lancers reputation and challenging their superiority outright, in front of reps from the other largest gang no less. The four men that sat in attendance for the Pit Vipers were some cousins and top men of Kosavar himself. They had been expecting him and his entourage here but when their leader never came they strolled into the room themselves, not wishing to be late. West took a moment to replay. Before doing so he started to clap his hands as if to surrender to Kamui in front of everyone. Rasing to his feet West raised his glass. "To equality then? For It is rare that, in this business we are greeted with such boldness and authority." He took a sip of his drink as he stared into the stunned look on the faces of the Pit vipers! "What?!" One of the men spoke out I see. " Wait a minute bitch! Just because this little white tailed one put you in your place doesn't mean we gotta accept him!" The Vipers jeered as the man spoke. West, as if on cue pretended not to notice the man's statement. He continued to address KAmui. "Well then I won't waste your time any longer. I am sure you are eager to get back to your men and your new base, near the center of town. But before you go take this." West pressed a button and on the table appeared a simple key card with King's own insignia on it. "I was being honest when I said King regrets not being able to attend. To make up for it this King card will allow you to make it all the way up the the King's personal suite, with appropriate escort of course. You are allowed two guest unless you arrive announced. Now before we conclude this meeting I would like to mention the purpose for all of this."
Speaking clearly West finally arrived to a section of the room which slowly began to rise him onto a small platform where a screen revealed itself behind him. On this screen was the devastation of the battle which had commenced. The howling tempest had barricaded themselves in the warehouse and a strange figure, in a pure white suite had emerged onto the scene, in between the police force and the Warehouse. It seemed as if King was down there, speaking with them. Saying what exactly was not clear. West continued "But you've made an error. This is no meeting for an accord. This is no peace talk. This MY dear boy. Is s job interview and the king has decided to hire only one of these two groups." "What the fuck do you mean a job interview?!" One of the Vipers stood up. Just fucking bag this boy and lets drag him outside where we can kill him!" "I am afraid not. You see gentlemen you are being replaced now. The old ways are behind us." West spoke with his back completely turned to the Vipers as if they were children, interrupting a meeting of adults with nonsense that would soon be silenced Shocked a few of the vipers rushed to their feet in protest. One of them pulled out his weapon and began to open fire. Moving faster than most could see Spade intercepted the blast directly pointed at west and sent it back to the sender. As a second Viper moved to strike Spade produced an obsidian club from his vest and threw it directly at the mans head. The Thugs face splattered upon impact, sinew and eyeballs making a mess of the table. "LET the record show that the Vipers attacked US! Thank you Spade that is enough. I used to be just like you, you see. Years ago. King stays on top for a reason. He hires, employees, and only deals with the best you see. You you're good. But you could be much much better. If you will please focus your attention on the screen to your left. Here you see YOUR warehouse surrounded by what appears to be the police force. Ohh dear. It seems that they are trapped but that's okay. You see there is no need to make a mess or for more men to die. Your men are about to be saved. You see a true leader, leads from the front. That is where the king must be and though he regrets to inform you that he could not make it here. I do not regret to inform you that the pieces on the board have shifted. Now you sir are behind a screen. You get to watch from the back as king makes the necessary arrangements which will benefit us both, should you choose to ally yourself with us of course. I eagerly await your reply so that we may discuss. I look forward to a lasting, fruitful partnership between us." West moved to sit back down and as he did he applied a napkin to his neckline and began to partake of his meal. As he did Spade walked up to the two renaming Vipers, who were still seated in shock and presented to them a burlap back he'd produced from under the table containing the heads of Koasvar and his men. West waited a moment before he snapped fingers and as he did banners unfurled in the background. Banners in the colors and design the Kamui had described, side by side the Lancers themselves. W.C 6058/ Total: 21,790/ Post: #6 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 24, 2018 0:35:52 GMT -5
To be honest, Kaiju wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about these new developments.
She didn’t exactly agree with this huge turf war in the first place. She never did. They were pirates, and the Makyan had fought hard with her boyfriend that they would be better off recruiting more pirates and taking their chances in wild space. They were never going to be able to keep this land. In fact, this was less of a permanent investment and more of a show of force. A show of force that could either go really well or really poorly. And if it went really poorly, then the Howling Tempests’ days were numbered.
But at the same time, Kaiju felt an intense surge of pride in her soldiers, her boyfriend, and most of all, herself. To have climbed so high from humble beginnings, she felt that deserved the praise. Every day was a new opportunity to better herself, to prove to the universe that she was here, and that she wished to be heard. Kamui wasn’t the only impressive one in this bunch, she was just as lethal, and just as powerful.
Kaiju was never the docile, submissive type. Nor would she settle for being someone else’s sidekick. Ever since she was a little girl, she had learned to fight and to fend for herself. Born in the slums of the Dark District herself, Kaiju was the only child of two poverty stricken Makyan parents, the appearance of the species rare enough in today’s society, let alone a family of three in one neighborhood. The female Makyan grew up with stories of the legendary warrior known as Garlic, who was known as one of the strongest warriors in her species’ history, well revered for being considered for the illustrious title of Guardian of Earth. Even if he was ultimately denied the title, the fact that he was even considered was momentous for the Makyans, for that was a near deity position offered to only those of intense strength and of noble intent. The stories of acts of heroism and inhumane strength fascinated the young child, and only made her more fascinated in her heritage.
And what could have been if that asteroid never destroyed her planet.
She could only imagine it. A planet, the Makyo Star, full of people who looked like her, people who spoke like her, people who held such tremendous power. She wondered what they would be like, what stories her people could share with her. She wished she was there. She wished she could have stopped the asteroid from destroying her planet. She wished there were still Makyans left in the galaxy.
But there weren’t. Besides the few refugees peppered across the galaxy, there were no Makyans, and it was a fact that Kaiju had long since accepted, after her childhood fantasies of restoring her race to greatness faded. Growing up in the very district they now sought to overtake, Kaiju, along with her younger brother Kail, who was born four years after she was, had learned to fend for themselves, as well as how to navigate through the criminal network. By sixteen, the young lady was already making a name for herself as a local bounty hunter, luring those around her into a false sense of security with her extreme beauty, before striking swiftly and effectively, getting at just the right people at the right times. She was twenty two now, and her skills had only honed itself in the meanwhile, moving away from Space Vegas when she was eighteen, in favor of of Wild Space, along with her brother Kail. The two formed a partnership of sorts, hunting all types of underworld scum spanning across the galaxy.
She had met Kamui on Arcose, the Changeling also having involved himself in what seemed to be a bounty hunt, on the same target. Naturally, a man imposing himself upon her profit was a big no no in the criminal world, and she responded to him rather violently. The first time they met, Kaiju nearly impaled him with her dagger. The second time, Kaiju caught him off guard with a rather well placed telekinetic assault, paralyzing the Changeling for a moment before blasting him into a nearby shantytown, sending him into a dilapidated house. It was safe to say the owners of said house were not happy. However, eventually Kaiju did find the quarry and found herself swiftly overpowered by the warrior, only for Kamui to rise to the occasion, and only together did the two bounty hunters manage to capture the bounty and submit him for profit. It was only after that point that the two started talking, and becoming closer to one another. Several jobs followed the first on Arcose, and soon Kamui felt comfortable enough to ask her and Kail to join him, to join the Howling Tempests as his first recruits.
She smiled slightly at the thought. When the Changeling first asked her, she nearly laughed in his face. Leave the life of a rising bounty hunter to follow some strange Changeling across the galaxy follow dreams with little resources and contacts? And nowhere to start? It was a foolish notion, and didn’t take much more than common sense to deny such a far fetched dream. Yet, she accepted, and in retrospect she was glad she did.
Her and Kamui had built something special, both in the professional and romantic aspects of life. She was dedicated to the man, and was invested in his interests, just as he was invested in hers. She was no subordinate to him, even if her rank suggested such. There were many points in which the Makyan had put her foot down to the Changeling in private, and even intimidated Kamui into doing things her ways. It didn’t happen often, but sometimes such a matter rose.
Perhaps this was one of those times. But, she couldn’t think about that just yet. Kamui was out already meeting with King, and she had a job to do. Her, Sansho and Kail were tasked with guarding the warehouse and ensuring that the Crimson Lancers didn’t have any underhanded tactics in their arsenal. Personally, she would have preferred if Kamui had rejected this meeting as well. A discussion of peace so soon in the campaign, while King still had such a large armed force remaining was rather peculiar, and just screamed trap. Not for Kamui, for she was confident that the tall Changeling could break out of just about any trap that was sprung on him, but for her and the others. The warehouse was a pretty big blow to the Crimson Lancers, and signified a fact that they would prefer to be buried: It is very possible to defeat the Crimson Lancers. One merely needed to attack the right places, and this warehouse was one of those right places. So, it would only be natural that the Crimson Lancers would launch an assault to get the supplies back. Either that or….
“Lady Kaiju! Lieutenant!” A voice yelled from down one of the warehouse’s many hallways. Such a yell was followed by the thunderous boom of footsteps as the man, a rather well dressed pirate ran down the hallway to meet up with the Makyan female.
“What is it?” Kaiju inquired, raising an eyebrow at the man’s erratic expression.
“Vegas Police! They’re raiding the neighborhood!”
Kaiju’s eyes widened. What? This couldn’t be possible! The law enforcement hadn’t been active in this district in...years! Hell, she was born in the Dark District and couldn’t remember the last time she had seen police activity. Usually, the closest this place got to law enforcement was vigilante justice in the form of full blown riots. But this? And specifically upon the warehouse? It didn’t take long for one to piece two and two together. This was a set up. Set up by King, most likely. She could hardly believe it. She knew the man was bold, but this bold? Bold enough to sacrifice the warehouse entirely just because the Howling Tempests took it? Bold enough to sacrifice the economy of the entire Dark District just to satisfy an agenda. Just to get at Kamui? This was absolutely and utterly unacceptable.
And someone would pay.
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Kamui could hardly believe the turn of events. In a blur of movement, one of the Pit Vipers were dead, his insides splayed across the table, and West was, with the confidence of someone who thought he had won, gloating over the police raiding as if it was some sort of grand prize. In actuality, he found the whole affair as stupid as it was infuriating. The Crimson Lancers had single handedly increased police activity down in the Dark District tenfold and fucked over most of the Dark District, for now whatever is found in the warehouse will now cause suspicion as to what else is present in the district, prompting further investigation on a wide scale throughout the entire district. It was a slap in the face to criminal organizations across the grid. Something that could potentially destroy the status quo of Space Vegas’s criminal underworld.
That enraged him more than anything else. But….it was best not to let him see it.
Losing your cool was never professional.
Instead Kamui quietly observed the display with mild interest, the death of the Pit Viper serving as a mild inconvenience, and a monumental opportunity. This was recruitment, and West was most definitely more interested in a potential business alliance between the Crimson Lancers and the Howling Tempests, rather than with the Pit Vipers. Whether or not their ideals matched, the Pit Vipers were still a major criminal organization, and one with great financial and political status, despite being at odds with the Crimson Lancers. Their issue with Kamui was more out of financial worry rather than any personal hatred. However, the Crimson Lancers had just murdered a Pit Viper, right in front of their faces, and intended to cut ties with them. In a moment where tensions were high and emotions were running wild, conclusions tended to be formed much easier and much quicker than in what could be considered a normal situation.
It was an easy situation to manipulate to his liking. He just had to word it correctly.
“So...allow me to summarize these turn of events, dear ladies and gentlemen. What we have here is a set-up. Pit Vipers, listen close. Our dear King, leader of the Crimson Lancers, has decided to betray us all. The police have not made an active showing in the Dark District in more than a decade, perhaps even two decades. And yet here they are, on screen, attacking the Sylic Warehouse in Crimson Lancer territory, one of the main trade hubs, that you all know I now occupy. The police never had a foot in this territory prior, nor did they hold interest. And yet suddenly, within four days of me taking the warehouse, suddenly there is a police presence en masse, raiding and attacking my soldiers, in an attempt to eliminate the warehouse entirely. Yet, what does this mean for the Dark District? A tip off such as this, and the discovery of such a large quantity of illegal contraband will only drastically increase police activity in this sector for who knows how long. Production will drop, revenue will plummet, and we will find ourselves forced into a corner, forcing ourselves to operate through various underground avenues, a situation that we haven’t had to operate in for years. In one fell swoop, the Crimson Lancers have doomed us until time immemorial. An offense that impacts us all, and threatens to destroy our way of life, destroy our careers. And yet, West gloats as if this is some grand scheme. He says that King can make this all go away, only if I join him. He will repel a fight he orchestrated, his soldiers will fight the very police forces he summoned. This was all a scheme. But I am not pleased, and nor should you.”
Kamui rose slowly from his seat, his gaze shifting to the Pit Vipers that still breathed
“The Crimson Lancers have played up to you for years, established an alliance, their words honeyed, their money good. Yet, suddenly with my arrival there has been a shift. It is easy to blame the shift on a young upstart, fresh to the Dark District by merely a year or so. It is easy to wish for my death, yet the evidence sits before you.” Kamui said, his hand outstretched to gesture to the blood and gore that spread across the table.
“The evidence is in his very words. The Crimson Lancers do not value you any longer, Pit Vipers. They wish to align with myself, and betray you. They wish for me to kill you. They have deemed you useless. But...I disagree. I believe the Pit Vipers merely need the right push. The initiative, the drive. And I believe this gives you the drive. I have no issue with you, dear Vipers. I did not strike you. If I had reason to strike you, I would’ve. Yet, my attack on the Crimson Lancers was strategic. Join me, Vipers. Join me in exacting vengeance on the Crimson Lancers. Make them pay for their treacherous ways. They have murdered your own time and time again. They have wronged you, betrayed you. They want you eradicated. As we speak, the police kill my men. I have reason to destroy them just as you do. Have your army join mine, and we will conquer the Crimson Lancers together, and then we can work together to stabilize this dying sector. Together, we can be the most powerful organizations in this universe.”
Kamui smiled amicably, as his eyes turned back on West and Spade.
“Now, onto you. You see, you have done yourself a disservice. Gloating as you are, trying to force me into an alliance. The police force? I will slaughter them all if I have to. Your men? I will slaughter them all if I have to. King? I’ll rip his entrails and lay them across this very table just in a show of irony, if I have to. Do I want to, not quite. I came here with the intent of making legitimate business, but apparently that is impossible in the criminal underworld. My folly, my folly. It is an unfortunate situation, isn’t it? But do not worry.I will correct it momentarily. You see. You do not make a fool of me, you do not play games with me. You do not manipulate me or the Pit Vipers. I am not interested in your talks of an alliance. So you can do what? Manipulate me and then ultimately betray me? No, no. You have crossed a line, dear West. You have targeted my crew to elicit an agreement of me. I do not appreciate that. Thus, I will demonstrate for you how displeased I am. And in the end, you won’t even register what is truly happening. I cannot fight you here, or else I would kill the both of you. But, I respect the ideals and principles of Lower Gamble, even if you do not. Refuse Manor’s rules will not be trampled upon. But, in the end it will all become clear. In the end, I will get my way and King will die. You see, I fancy myself an opportunist. I see a clear path to get something I want, and I take it. I have a sharp sense when it comes to opportunities. And this here, this path is laden with them.”
Without so much as a warning, Kamui’s power level skyrocketed from a passive five hundred to a near seventy thousand, his power easily surpassing everyone in the room. The concussive force of his aura sent the table sprawling back, chairs flying outwards, and winds being summoned. Outstretching a hand, Kamui’s eyes began to emanate a bright red light, and his body became enveloped with a bright white aura within the violent red aura that already encompassed him. Ever since he had started dating Kaiju, they had made it their business to grow strong together, the two of them training together and teaching each other various techniques. While Kamui honed her skills in a plethora of areas, Kaiju taught Kamui the intricacies of Psychokinesis, and allowed him to hone his skills as a psychic. While Kaiju would always be the master in such a case, Kamui had proven quite skilled in such an area, and was able to impress his will upon even the strongest minded of fellows, one of his specialities being hypnosis.
And that is what he was using now. Channeling his psychic energy, along with his Ki, Kamui would impress his will upon Spade and West, moving to manipulate their mental processes, and their perception of reality, implanting false memories and false thoughts within their minds, making them believe as if it were their own. Kamui’s words flowed forth from his lips softly, yet loud enough for both to hear, as he gave them their commands.
“Kamui Solaris, Captain of the Howling Tempests, has agreed to your terms. The Crimson Lancers and the Howling Tempests are in agreement, and we will begin working together momentarily. West, make the call to save my men, for I have joined you. I am outside the Refuge Manor, waiting for a Crimson Lancer shuttle to come pick me up and take me to the castle.”
A false conclusion to the meet, of course, but the hypnotism served to implant such ideas and memories of Kamui agreeing to the meeting, Kamui’s aura and power so oppressive and so large that it would be difficult for even Spade, who boasted a high fighting power of his own, to even begin to resist. Without another word, Kamui turned on his heel and made his way to the door. As he moved to leave, Kamui would telepathically communicate with the two Pit Vipers still in the room.
“I will handle King. You are to leave now, rally your soldiers, and retake the warehouse. Save my men, and I will reward you all handsomely. Send the military packing. You are the Pit Vipers, and this is your home. Space Vegas police didn’t give a damn until now. Make them know that you run the show.”
Unlike with West and Spade, Kamui didn’t layer his telepathic transmission with psychic energy to hypnotize the pair of Pit Vipers into following his will. He didn’t need to. It was common sense. If they allowed the police to ransack the warehouse, it would be a loss of millions of zeni in profit, and much more in the near future if the police decided to make a campaign out of this raid. The Pit Vipers would respond to the scene. And soon too. While he met with King.
As Kamui made his way out of Refuse Manor, Krayt walked up to him.
“My lord, why didn’t you just….just kill West and Spade?”
Kamui stopped outside the revolving doors of the Manor, as he waited for the shuttle.
“Because I didn’t need to. This..this works much better.”
Kamui looked up at the smog that plagued the skies of the Dark District.
“Tonight, I visit a King. Go with the Pit Vipers. Ensure they provide reinforcements to the field. I will not lose to the police on this day. I refuse to.”
I refuse to.
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Kaiju couldn’t believe her eyes. Fires were spreading across the surrounding residences on a massive scale. Pirates dying before her eyes. The police and military in turn storming their way past the makeshift barricade her men made. There were too many of them. They were too well armed.
It was infuriating. She knew Kamui had been drawn away from them. Had he not, this would have turned out so different. She knew that it was most likely that the Changeling Captain would have been able to repel a force, even if he was drastically outnumbered. Half of these soldiers. No, more than half were less than half of even her full power. But….for her to release her own full power she would have to…
“When in battle….one must remain calm and focused. Often times, you do not want mass environmental destruction. There is no need for it. One’s Ki needs to be harnessed and controlled, released in small bursts.”
Kamui’s words flowed into her head, filling her with the memories. Her lesson on Ki control and dealing with battlefields. It never would do to fire a devastating Ki blast meant to wipe out most of the continent, for that would not only destroy the enemy, which was her goal, but it would vaporize her allies, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted to accomplish. Thus, a middle ground was needed.
She was about to provide that.
In a blur of movement, Kaiju outstretched her hand and a spear made of blue energy materialized in her hand, with several daggers of that same condensed blue energy began to form, floating in air around her.
“Die!” The Makyan yelled. Landing in the middle of a police squadron, her spear turned into a blur of blue light as she swung the long weapon in well practiced, perfectly executed orbitals around the body, the blade cutting through armor and flesh like a knife through hot butter, the screams and cries of injured and dying police officers filled the air. Using her telekinesis, the suspended energy blades shot outwards, cutting through unsuspecting police officers while Kaiju was preoccupied with her spear. Within the first few moments, Kaiju had already been the cause of the demise of more than a dozen police officers.
“To arms, Howling Tempests! For victory!” She screamed out loud as she flew forward. Ki blasts grazed her body, her violent aura stretching outwards, her power above most others who opposed her to the point where their condensed Ki blasts couldn’t do much to her. In turn, however, she continued to strike at police and military alike, brutally murdering one after another. At one point, she even abandoned her spear in place of a dagger, using her considerable speed to swipe through enemies at close range. She was a whirlwind of movement before long, blood and gore flying everywhere as she attempted to push back.
She was an impressive force. A truly lethal fighter, and her presence alone was carving pathways through the police and military force. But there were too many of them, and the damage was still too large to be acceptable. Kaiju felt arms gripping at her, felt her movement slowing as Ki blasts peppered her frame. If this kept up, she would find herself in a perilous situation before long.
Bodies littered the floor, a mix of gangster and police. But there was almost always more gangster faces, everywhere she looked. The deceased bodies of those she knew, those she talked to no more than a few hours ago. Even the pirate who had ran to her so frantically nearly an hour before, the one who informed her of the invasion in the first place, was now deceased, his body left mutilated over a burning house.
Fists battered her frame, Ki blasts shot at her. She could feel pain blossoming up her midsection. Yet, she still continued to cut away, slicing the necks of her opponents or stabbing them in a vital organ. Anything to get away. Anything to continue.
But, it wasn’t enough. Try as she might, it just wasn’t enough. In terms of fighting capability, Kaiju was sure that the Howling Tempests were superior. Despite intense military arms, the police and military alike were unfamiliar with the Dark District. It has been decades since their last raid down here, so the area was as foreign to them as a whole new planet altogether. In addition, widespread destruction was avoided on both sides out of fear of killing their own, yet the Howling Tempests were masters at compensating in a lethal way, taking advantage of every resource they could lay their hands on in order to assure their own survival. Yet the police and the military had the numbers. Oh, did they have the numbers.
And the Howling Tempest numbers were dwindling. Quickly.
Perhaps this was it. Perhaps this was the end of an era. Perhaps this was their fate, to die at the hands of the police, to be exterminated like roaches in their own abode. She hated for this to be the fate of her men. It wouldn’t be her fate. She knew this, she was still in a good enough position for, if it all came down to it, for one good explosive release of energy to wipe out this entire city block, along with most on it. But...she didn’t want it to end this way.
She couldn’t have it end this way.
However….she could have sworn she heard something in the distance. A loud cry. A multitude of voices.
It was faint, and low in volume. It almost sounded like
The sound of people….multiple people...mimicking the sound of a serpent with their mouths...
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Post by MARK I on Oct 25, 2018 13:24:53 GMT -5
Warehouse! * battle zone. King's Hover copter flew above the scene as he surveyed the chaos on the ground. His eyes scanned the battle field, a disappointed look spread across his face. One of regret and shame as he skimmed through the battle field. " Nito!" He yelled to the pilot. His voice overcoming the sounds of fighting. "Take us down over there!" King pointed towards the front of the police lines as they made their way towards the building, the battle seemingly nearing its logical conclusion. From his position king could easily see the tele-drones, which his business owned. Buzzing around the area recording and watching everything unfold. He paused for a second as he noticed something strange about them. Something about the way they were flying today. He could see their camera lenses zooming in as if closely observing certain figures. Their behavior almost seemed purposeful, as if someone was manually control them this time. King was not a very educated man, nor was he the most intelligent, but he constantly surrounded himself with people who were experts in various fields of study. He would spend many hours discussing the nuisances of their fields of study with them and he had been doing this for so long that he had recently started to develop a fair understanding of several unrelated subjects. He broke his concentration as a stray missile seemed to shot off in the distance. A rocket propelled projectile, no doubt from one of the policemen's own devices came straight for them. Clasping his hand against one of the guard rails Kings body leaned forward, exposing himself the open air as he held on the rail with one hand. Extending another arm he backhanded the rocket as it came towards him. The head of the device began to veer left and angle away from them as the entire thing began to ignite. Opening his palm he captured the flames and produced an invisible wall of ki in front of him which served to protect him and the craft from the concussive force which followed. Like a harmless breeze he batted the flames and force away as the craft stabilized and began to make its descent. King touched down onto the ground. He waved a hand to his personal pilot who promptly began to fly away. In seconds King's body began to grow twice his size, his suit modifying itself, his rings lighting with a soft glow as the steel to somehow seemed to grow. King stood in between the front line of the police force now and the warehouse under siege. [font "Captain!" He yelled. Within moments a man from the mass of officers approached him, Lt. Col Waver not far behind. "King" the Captain spoke. "I am sorry sir but you are not authorized to be here this area is under police lock down." "What the hell is going on here!?" Lt. Col Maver spoke out. The man was obviously wounded. His battle vest was somewhat torn and tattered, blaster marks on display from an exposed shoulder on the same side of his cast arm. "Gentlemen" King spoke out. "I apologize for the misunderstanding. It was I who called for this assault on this area but I believe your Chief has made a mistake. You see this warehouse here is mine and I believe some of these men which you've assaulted are new members of my own private security force." King spoke with a confidence and a composure that made him easy to believe. There was no sign of his usually speech impediment nor his stuttering at this moment, not that the men here knew that about him. "These pirates are your men?!" The Lt. Col spoke out. "Captain. Please inform you chief I am down here. I would have word with him." The police captain, unsure of what to make of this situation looked to his men. Save for a few pockets of resistance which still battled on it seemed like the situation was mostly under control. Soon the SVPD would no doubt control the area. He stepped back as he placed a hand on his helmet, activating the comm device built into his system. "What the fuck..?!" The Lt. Col spoke out. "Listen Elvis" The Lt. Col began to walk up to king. He approached the man who now towered over him almost by roughly seven feet. He stared into king's eyes as he spoke. "My man and I are checking this shit stain of a building. I don't who you are or what the fuck you're doing but this isn't a negotiation. This is a war zone not a buffet. You don't get to decide what we dig into, do you understand?" King's eye twitched as he began to tighten his grips. His massive hands shaking slightly. He took in a deep breath and stared off into the sky awaiting the signal. A message came in on his ear piece as he did this. “Kamui Solaris, Captain of the Howling Tempests, has agreed to your terms..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MARK I/ Location: King's Peak. The top of his tower @ king's castle. MARK I had been observing the entire district with a cold, callous indifference as people died and fought for their lives day in and day out. It appears that today the military had come down searching for him, while the police force had been searching out a massive ki signature. One whom MARK I had identified as the third most powerful being in the entirety of the Dark District. Kamui Solaris. Kamui had been the subject of many observations from MARK I who has been spying on the schemes and tactics of his designs along with other in this wild city where it seemed the strong hid their strength from one another. It was a game they all seemed to play with one another. It was interesting and different from any other behavior MARK I had observed up until coming here. The situation it seemed was about to get much more interesting and despite MARK I's initial urge to go down to the scene of the battle and directly challenge King for being the most likely winner of this game and the upcoming fight. He had decided not to interfere, yet. He would allow nature to take its course. He would continue to observe. Knowing about the coming conflict MARK I's body began to morph and shift according to his environment around him. His skin began to camouflaged into the background. His body temperature began to mimic the surrounding area as he disappeared from sight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Yes sir" The police Captain spoke over his intercom as chief Leon gave him strict instructions. "I Understand" The Captain jogged up to the Lt. Col. He placed a hand on the Colonel's shoulder as he addressed king. "All Clear Mr. King" We will continue our search elsewhere. Sorry for the interruption" Lt. Col stood almost dumbfounded at this development. He gritted his teeth at this development. " Colonel" King spoke "Perhaps there is something I can help you with. I assure you there is nothing in this warehouse that would interest you. I would have no problem opening the doors for you and allowing you to walk in and see for yourself once this whole misunderstanding as been cleared out, a warrant will be required of course but I am sure a man like you will have no trouble in making that happen. " The Lt. Col thought to himself before speaking. "If the machine was in there. They would surely have used it by now. Perhaps it needs to recharge but without the support of the force I'm not sure we can do anything here. I have to think of my men." The Lt. Colonel thought to himself. The man snarled at king for a moment. " King is it?" "Yes sir" King responded "I will remember that" King nodded his head at the Colonel as the man turned around to walk towards a squadron of his men. Having taken care of that business King made his way towards his craft. As the ship began to take off he stopped his pilot as he found Kaiju, Kamui's girlfriend on the battle field herself. The women seemed to be holding off entire sections of men on her own, wielding nothing but daggers and a fierceness in her eyes he could see why she'd been regarded so highly by other gangsters in the dark district. King shook his head "That's a shame" He spoke under his breath. The women was barely standing, despite being one of the stronger combatants on the field, possibly the strongest it was becoming increasingly obvious that she would soon meet her end. King's heart sank an inch as he considered flying down to rescue her. If under any other circumstances he would have but despite his arrival and the bulk of the police force and military having come to a stop the women continued to cut into their ranks. There was nothing King could do when suddenly. A bolt of energy crashed into the side of his ship. It rocked him off his feet as king stumbled backwards, almost falling on his back. King's craft required him to minimize his size. Back to his original size of a six foot tall man with some inches. He never felt as confident or in charge in this state. He always felt somewhat vulnerable. "Leave!" He yelled towards his pilot who began to hover away from the field. Raising to his feet King walked back to the side of the craft. His eyebrows raised and furrowed as he watched. Pit Vipers, hundreds of them, had suddenly appeared and began to assault the police force. King reached for his comm device. He pressed onto it frustrated. Attempting to get in touch with Weston and spade but his device wouldn't answer on the other end. "Static? That's impossible" King said. His voice strained with frustration. Things were no longer going according to plan. Something had gone wrong but he did not know what. Kamui. It had to be Something the young Captain had done but what? W.C 1690/ Total: 23,480/ Post: #7 Doctor Kaijin Vex
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 25, 2018 16:17:50 GMT -5
The Pit Vipers couldn’t have arrived at a better time.
The battle was intense, Kaiju herself being pushed into a corner. One by one her men fell around her, felled by the intense quantity of soldiers who marched against them. She herself was beginning to feel the tendrils of exhaustion tugging at her frame, threatening to overtake her. For her, if she were to let up, even a little bit, she would be overwhelmed and that would be it. She had to keep pushing her body to move at the speed she was currently moving at, no matter how much her stamina levels depleted.
And then she heard the slithers, and she felt a chill run through her.
The Pit Vipers?
The Pit Vipers, in the grand scheme of the Howling Tempests’ plan remained in a backseat position, to be completely honest. Kamui had little to no intent for them to be directly involved. In fact, Kamui’s plans for the Pit Vipers was pretty much ensuring they either aligned with him and supported his plans, or stayed the fuck out of the conflict altogether. The Howling Tempests were a small enough force already, taking on a much bigger dog, in the form of the Crimson Lancers. For the Pit Vipers to be suckered in would just create an even bigger headache. So far, based on what Kaiju observed, her lover had succeeded in one of the two things, ensuring that the Pit Vipers remained out of the matter altogether, which very limited interaction with the Lancers and Tempests. But what was the occasion for this now? Was this a Pit Viper invasion? Taking advantage of the carnage to raid the warehouse as well and smuggle all the goods? A risky move, but profit was only made through risk. To be completely honest, as much as such a prospect angered Kaiju there was truly nothing she could do to stop them. There weren’t enough Howling Tempests left…
And then a Pit Viper threw a Ki blast at the police officer she was fighting, blowing his head off.
What?
What she saw next was a sight she’d never thought she’d see. Spawning from about half a dozen hiding spaces, the Pit Vipers suddenly ambushed the police, some dropping from the roofs of buildings, some emerging from tight alleyways, some crawling from underneath dumpsters and some even emerging from sewer systems. In a matter of moments Kaiju’s vision was filled with the sight of green overcoats, the symbol of a viper on the back. Ki blasts flew back and forth and blades and other weaponry was withdrawn. Unlike the Howling Tempests, the Pit Vipers had both numbers and the element of surprise on their side, and as such the first few moments of battle was a devastating. Wave after wave of police officers fell under the Vipers’ ruthless onslaught. Blood ran down the pavement of the street in rivulets, painting the ground red.
For a moment, Kaiju was dumbfounded, and was practically staring at the battle as it unfolded in front of her, so much so that only the sight of a Pit Viper being shot several times by Ki blasts and falling down dead in front of her face, spurred the Makyan female into action. Shaking her head a few times, Kaiju narrowed her eyes at the police before them.
“Howling Tempest! Attack! Make these men pay for invading the Dark District!” Kaiju screamed, a second wind suddenly overtaking her, spurring her into sudden action. Her power level shot up as she released her full power, her energy level powering up to a maximum of forty two thousand. Her blue aura sparked to life around her, sending waves of concussive around her, knocking police officers on their butts. Kaiju’s muscles bulged slightly, and veins began to show throughout her body.
Growling, she threw her hands up, her palms facing outwards. She began to charge Ki into her palms, a large yellow ball of Ki coalescing.
“Vipers, Tempest, scatter!” She screamed, giving relatively little warning before she went ahead with her attack. She sacrificed the element of surprise for forewarning, giving the Howling Tempests time to escape. She knew the Pit Vipers would be slow on the uptake, but her men knew what to do. They had served under the Makyan Lieutenant long enough to know that her words meant business, and that she was not one to play around with. All she could see were her men scrambling, grabbing Pit Vipers and throwing them to the side, others throwing Energy Shields up to protect both them and Pit Vipers too deeply entrenched to get out of the way.
“Absence of Life….” She muttered the name of her ultimate attack. Before releasing the energy wave.
“Vengeful Spirit!” The voice of R’Krayt could be heard rocketed above the crowds as the Saiyan, who just returned to the battlefield as per Kamui’s orders, sent a large blue energy wave down in tandem with Kaiju’s energy wave, only adding insult to injury.
At the last moment before impact, she could see Kail and Sansho jumping into the fray to create Energy Shields around those of their men still not protected, and even adding a buffer around those still protected. At least with those two….there was a chance of her own men surviving.
The combined attack wiped out an entire neighborhood, houses and all.
The explosion could be heard from miles away.
When the smoke finally cleared, Kaiju was the first to lay witness to the aftermath.
The good news is that there were relatively few friendly casualties, giving the grand scheme of things. A good portion of her own men, as long as a few of the Pit Vipers, were vaporized near immediately, not so much as a hair left behind. However, Kail and Sansho’s energy shields managed to save more lives than she thought, the two Xeno lieutenants falling to their knees with exhaustion.
The bad news? She wasn’t sure how many police officers she vaporized, although she assumed that most of them were dead by this point. But there were a few with above average power levels, who may or may not have been able to survive the blast. And….she was getting…
Kaiju fell to her knees, exhausted. She had tapped too much into her power, and now it was catching up on her. She was beginning to feel the tendrils of exhaustion overtaking her, seeping into her very eyesight. She began to see dark spots across her vision. And the world was spinning…
Goddamnit.
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Meanwhile….
Lord Kamui stood impatiently on one of Refuse Manor’s numerous landing pads, eventually waiting for the shuttle to arrive to pick him up. As per his hypnosis, he had left West and Spade, still dazed down in the meeting room. He suspected it would take about five more minutes until security checked the footage of the meeting, noticed there was a fight and rushed down there to apprehend those responsible for killing the Pit Viper on the footage, which would ultimately be Spade. And whether or not he was directly involved in the murder, Kamui didn’t exactly want to linger around for too much longer. He didn’t want to be known for dragging in gang drama into Lower Gamble. Shit like that didn’t run so well here.
But, it didn’t seem as if he would have to wait long.
From the distance, a shuttle raced through the sky, zooming past traffic, nearly speeding through the city. Eventually the shuttle whipped around and grinded to a stop in front of Kamui. The shuttle was a rather large, and expensive. Painted a sleek black, the vessel had the red insignia of the Crimson Lancers painted upon the body. As the Frost Demon edged closer, the first thing he noticed was the absence of a driver.
“What is this?” The man inquired, in which he was almost automatically responded to by an automated voice
“Voice Recognition active. Registered as Kamui Solaris, Captain of the Howling Tempests. Lord King of the Crimson Lancers wishes to bring you to his private estate, to meet without the fear of watching eyes. Please climb in when ready.”
A shuttle without a pilot hm? Completely automated?
Kamui had seen such vessels before, but it was more of a statement of wealth than anything else. Most people with any sort of skill or knowledge preferred the use of actual pilots to run their ships rather than the automated algorithms of a droid. Yet, the automated variant had its’ uses sometimes. Such as this. Sighing slightly, Kamui opened the hatch and stepped in the shuttle, making sure he was secured. Moments later the ship took off.
Taking the time that they were in flight, Kamui took his time to meditate. To focus his thoughts, and his energies. He was here to bring an end to this nonsense. To kill the snake at the head. Cut off the head of the beast, and work his way down. King had done too much, had gone too far, and now it was time for him to pay.
He was going to kill that fool.
Even from here, he could sense the death of his men. Howling Tempests and Pit Vipers. He could feel the skyrocketing energy coming from Kaiju, he could sense the energy of Krayt as they both released energy blasts. He could feel the death of many, their energy levels being wiped completely off the grid. However, he could also sense survivors, on both sides. Kaiju’s energy was also dropping….she wasn’t dead, but….
Kamui growled as he opened his eyes, glaring out the window. He had to make this fast. Destroy King then race back to the warehouse. His men desperately needed him. And on top of that...he had a score to settle with the fucking police for daring to even lay a finger on his men. They didn’t fear him enough to steer clear. An issue clearly amended. He was sure the next Police Chief would prove much more wary after Kamui was through with that department.
Eventually, the cruiser broke the cloudless gray of the Dark District, heading into the Upper Cities. Being an outsider in relation to the Dark District, seeing the upper echelons of social class up above was not as foreign a sight to him as it may be to most of the criminal scum who were natives of the Dark District, the likes of which hadn’t seen actual, natural light in what could possibly be considered their entire lives. However, Kamui had to admit he was surprised. A Crimson Lancer mob boss who resided in the upper district? Certainly that would create some sort of disconnect between him and his men. Unless his men didn’t know about it. King’s shuttle...droid, did mention that it was the man’s private estate. However, the subject matter didn’t matter much to Kamui
As long as it belonged to King.
Finally reaching the landing pad of King’s Estate, Kamui disembarked from the shuttle and walked down the attachment leading to the estate’s entrance. During transit, the shuttle had provided the man with an access code in order to enter the estate, under the pretense that it was a gift from King, so that he could immediately access the estate and not have to wait for one of his butlers to let him in.
Stopping before the grand doors of the residence, Kamui inserted the access keycard and punched in the access code, before the doors slowly began to open. He could see movement from inside, however the man didn’t even wait for the doors to fully open before Kamui could feel energy welling up inside of him. Raising his left hand, he released a large energy wave, which coursed down the hallway before detonating, creating a rather large explosion, most likely disintegrating quite a few servants and butlers.
“Sorry. Forgot to knock. Now, find me King. I have matters to attend to with him.”
Word Count: 2,031 | Total Word Count: 19,317 | MARK I BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Bonus Action: Ki Concentration (Energy Shield) - As a bonus action you gain 20 toughness.| -5 ki cost
ACTIVE EFFECTS
20/20 Toughness Alacrity
FIGHTING STYLE
Resourceful Special Skill: Adept - Passive. Gain additional use of non-artifact gear slot items equipped at the beginning of battle.
TRAITS
Rush -At-Will. One single-type Super Atk deals direct dmg equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts successful status. Cleverness - You have a passive 15% bonus to inflict a status effect from any source Blur - As a passive effect you can use one Movement technique as an At-Will action on your turn. Alacrity - As a passive effect you have +10 to defense while above half max HP Vitriol - Each time you inflict a non special status effect you give an additional stack to your target
EQUIPMENT
-AI Assistant -Martial Arts Gi -Demon Ring (4/4) uses remaining) -Destron Gas (3/3 uses remaining) -*Crane Master Sash
OTHER ITEMS
War Cruiser - Lets you call down a bombardment as an at-will action, once per battle. The bombardment deals 3d4 damage to all foes. (1/1 use remaining)
SUPER ATTACKS
Midnight Kill Drive (Signature Rank III) - Single | Versatile | Freeze
TECHS
-Clash III (1/1 Use Remaining) -Aura Guard III (3/3 uses Remaining) -Energy Shield III (0/1 use Remaining) -Fire Breath III (2/2 uses Remaining) - After Image III (1/1 use Remaining) -Psychic Powers III (Unlimited) -Psycho Threads III (2/2 uses remaining) -Magic Materialization III (1/1 use remaining) -Magic Slime III (2/2 uses remaining)
LEGENDARY
-Mimicry III (2/2 uses remaining) -Thundershock Surprise III (4/4 uses remaining)
CURRENT PL: 87,745 HP: 50/50 | KI: 95/100 | DEF: 100 (110) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +25 (40)
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Post by MARK I on Oct 25, 2018 18:12:39 GMT -5
Location: King's castle, peak. MARK I watched as Kamui entered the vehicle he had high jacked from one of king's own private transport docks. Syncing up and activating the auto pilot he decided to expedite this whole affair. As soon as King realized he'd underestimated the young captain he seemed to retreat to a personal estate of his above ground, smart, but not what MARK I wanted. Though MARK I could appreciate the tactic of waiting until you've learned more about your opponent he could also sense, based on king's own behaviors, that there was more to it than just that. The man seemed to be suffering from some form of Post traumatic stress disorder. King's behavior was erratic at times. This could also explain his strange ability to swell in size and power. The man had been broken at some point in his life, that much was clear to MARK I. What's more is that despite this King seem to persist on. When the Vehicle arrived Kamui wasted no time entering. "Interesting" Bunny thought. "Confidence. Daring, resolute, and prideful. All qualities of a leader but Ironic. Kamui did not know what he was getting himself into. This could be an ambush. It could have been." Ironically Kamui was now making the same mistake king had made earlier, though this was a more direct involvement. The changeling clearly did not think he could be beaten, or was to angry to consider it. This interest MARK I. The fact that emotions could influence someones decision making skill, or impair them to such an extent. Kamui had now effectively risked everything on this one gambit. He was assuming that he could defeat what ever confronted him at the end and the either his men would survive, or that he would return in time. MARK I estimated their time of arrival to the estate and trailed close behind them as the hover craft made it's way out of the DARK district via a series of secure tunnels and exits owned by only the super elite of upper districts wealthiest men and women. When the ship finally arrived MARK I was easily able to disable all sensors and trackers, any and all security measures to protect king from any surprise visitors or assaults on his compound. the system was impressive, pristine and state of the art. However MARK I had seen similar algorithms in King's castle and was their fore able to match these ones and overcome them with little to no difficulty. At most they would appear as a blimp on the system, even then for only a moment. MARK I glided effortlessly in silent motion through the air behind the hover craft. As they reached their destination he raised himself far above the ground and began to observe via a series of X-ray sensors and thermal imaging technology. The show was about to begin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King's Private estate. The doors blew down to a large, well lit lobby. Porcelain lined columns which held the ceiling a whole thirty four feet off the ground. Large carved stone columns arched around a pair of stair cases in the center of the room which met about fourteen feet of the ground, in the center, at the edge of the room to form a second floor. The secound floor surrounded the first floor where a few minor servants could be seen hustling around and making small talk. A large fountain rested in the middle of the room, between Kamui and the staircase. Servants freaked out and ran for cover upon his arrival. Few knew what to do under the circumstances but eventually word would reach their leader of what had just occurred. Within moments all servants were told to vacate the area. The halls and room echoed with the sound of King's steps, the clicking of his cane as he walked towards the room. He reached the stairs, standing at only his base six feet and four inches tall, no doubt Kamui would not have been expecting it him to be so... "small" King chuckled very slightly to himself as he noticed who his guest was. He then promptly turned to the steps and began to descend the stair case, speaking as he did so until he reached the fountain area, in the center of the room by where Kamui would be standing. "Mr. Solaris. You truly are a fascinating man. I have no idea how you got here or found me but if it is all the same to you I would rather do this another time." King's face told a tale of exhaustion and sadness as he reach Kamui. His eyes were sunken and fatigued as he spoke. He seemed like he'd been without sleep for at least a couple of days. "I am afraid today has been a regrettable day and I am sure you would agree. There is no need for such violence on our part, certainly not here, and certainly not today." W.C 830/ Total: 24310/ Post: #8 Doctor Kaijin Vex BATTLE TRACKER SUMMARY Enemy Attack #1: Name - 0 acc vs 0 def - dmg dealt or miss. Bonus Action: Name - Effect | -0 ki cost At-Will:
Standard Action: Attack Name - Effects | -0 ki cost Acc - *Roll Here* Dmg - *Roll Here* Status Chance (00%) - *Roll Here At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Improvement: While king is transformed he gains 1hp and 1 toughness at the start of each turn. POWER / IMPACT Activate. At-Will Effect. As an at-will action you can add an extra damage die to one attack during your turn. Limit. Indefinite Features:
CRUSH: Effect. Scoring a critical hit with a Basic Attack gives the special status effect Crushed. While Crushed the target's defense is lowered by 15 for the duration. Duration. 2 turns. Limit. Indefinite
INFUSE: Effect. As a passive effect your Basic Attacks have a 30% chance to inflict the Burn status. Limit. Indefinite
INDOMITABLE Effect. negate 4 damage taken from every Super Attack and 2 damage from every Basic Attack that hits you.
Furious strikes! Activate. At-Will. Effect. As an at-will action two attacks of choice during your turn add 15 to their accuracy and boost their damage tier by 1. Uses. Indefinite.
Heavy Hitter: Basic Attacks Crit on an 85+
Red Rage Activate. At-Will Effect. Your Basic Attacks have a 50% chance to inflict the Wound status for the duration. Duration. 3 turns Uses. Once per battle.
Transformation King's body swells with power as he achieves T1 form. King can transform at-will however since he is unable to sustain a fight for long in this state his T1 drains him of 3ki per turn.
FEROCIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Basic Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite.
MALICIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Super Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite. Super: Diamond Crusher: King's hardens as his black/red ki crystalizes around them
Diamond Crusher 2D, single, Charging, Wound 50%, Rank 2 TECHS Deflect: 2/2 10ki Eight arms 2/2 10ki CURRENT PL:47,000 47,000 HP: 90/90 | Tough: 20/20 KI: 100/100 | DEF:75 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +30 Attachments:
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 25, 2018 21:52:29 GMT -5
And now here he is...In all his splendor, King stood before him in the grand hall, the water fountain trickling softly in the background. To be honest, seeing the man like that made Kamui chuckle internally. The man looked absolutely horrid, exhausted out of his mind, and looking as if he hadn't slept in days. Kamui appreciated it however, for it only made his job all the easier. He didn't wish to be too exhausted when he returned to the Warehouse. He had to win. This was for more than just himself. This was for all the people that had died for him, this was for his own agenda. He knew this was not the end of the war. Even if King died, the Crimson Lancers would still rise against him and attempt to strike against Kamui even after the fact. But King's death would strike a huge blow to Lancer morale and organization, and would make the act of conquering them all the easier. As King spoke to him, Kamui's internal chuckle morphed into an outwards chuckle, that slowly turned into a full blown cackle. He seemed to find the prospect hilarious, hilarious enough that he took a few moments to himself before speaking, his tone rather eloquent, as well as amicable in nature, as if they were having a common talk between friends." "You amuse me, King. I must admit, you're an interesting one. To have played me in such a way, you've run me across the Dark District and back with your schemes. Of all the things to do, I never would've expected for you to bring the police crashing down on our heads. To be fair....there is a lot I didn't expect...." Kamui continued to chuckle, before he suddenly stopped, his tone shifting "But frankly, there is a lot you didn't expect from me. Do not take me for a fool. You say there is no need for violence on this day, but I'm afraid we've passed that point, yes? Murdering a head of the Pit Vipers, as well as one of your henchmen killing a Pit Viper representative? Tipping off the military and police to raid the one part of your territory that belongs to me...and then saying if I joined you that you would call it off. You were essentially trying to pressure me into working with you, with the lives of my men on the line. And now....when I am breaking down your door. Now....that I am right in front of you. Now...that the Howling Tempests and Pit Vipers have formed a pact of blood and stand against you, do you stand afraid. Do you sit before me speaking of how there is still a chance to make good on talks of peace. Dear King, you ruined any chance of negotiation the moment you tried to pressure me into an impasse. You ruined any chance of negotiation as soon as you lifted your finger against Kosavar. You ruined any chance of negotiation the moment you lost that warehouse." Kamui's tail smacked against the ground with a loud thud, the six foot ten inches tall Frost Demon's aura beginning to flare up around him, a bright red light emanating from his body as his power level skyrocketed, well beyond what he had ever released before. His power level soared beyond forty thousand, beyond sixty thousand. In fact, it reached near ninety thousand, just stopping short of it. The very estate shook with the vibrations Kamui was sending through his contact with the ground. Concussive waves of impact force exuded from him, sending various vases and hanging decorations crashing to the ground. Kamui's aura even seemed to be releasing small red beads of light which flickered through air, like tiny fireflies flying through the night, emanating a soft red light. "Who knows how many of my soldiers lay dead.....and you expect me to let you run? How....insulting!" Kamui suddenly exploded into a yell, before the man quite literally vanished from sight, his body flickering and leaving an ethereal afterimage which soon faded into nothingness. The Changeling's unmatched speed only increased when he was powered up, the man proving to be a whirlwind of movement, unable to be tracked unless one's senses were truly heightened to their peak. His body racing so quickly it could almost be seen as a form teleportation, Kamui flickered into existence right in front of King, the huge Changeling crouched down at an angle, before shooting off the balls of his feet, launching himself near point blank into King, his elbow tucked and angled at a point where his elbow would directly crash into King's chin with crushing force. "You better fight as if your life depends on it, King!"Kamui yelled out loud as his body crackled with red electricity, supercharged by his own Ki Aura. He would move to grab King's shoulder, and would send the red, electric aura crackling through him, the electricity leaching out to burn and sear his body. Yet, if one thought he was done, they were much too foolish. Kamui's body still enveloped with the red Ki and electric aura, the Frost Demon vanished once more, his Sonic Warp causing him to cover great distances in mere moments. In an instant, he was meters away from his opponent, the red Ki and electricity coalescing in his palms. "Fade away....to black...Thundershock Surprise..." He whispered under his breath as he extended both hands outwards. Exploding forth from his hands was a rather large and destructive Ki beam, coated in volatile electricity. Not only would the Ki beam serve to disintegrate anything in its' path, but it would also serve to send thousands of volts of electricity coursing through the victim, before the energy wave detonated and exploded. Word Count: 971 | Total Word Count: 20,288 | MARK I BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Bonus Action: Electric Touch (Fire Breath) - As a bonus action you have a 80% chance to inflict the Burn status on your target. (95% with Cleverness). Upon infliction target loses a d8 worth of toughness. | -5 ki cost
Burn Chance (95%) - d8oM_GbJ1d100
Toughness Reduction- 1d8
Burn Success! Vitriol active = 2 stacks of burn (3 damage per turn for four turns)
At-Will: Devastating Force (Martial Arts Gi) - +15 Accuracy and increased damage tier to two attacks during turn.
At-Will: Electric Touch (War Cruiser) -Deals 3d4 worth of direct damage to all foes.
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Standard Action: Condense
Effects - As a standard action one Super Attack during your turn adds two extra damage dice. A condensed attack cannot be avoided through Rapid Movement or have its damage negated by Guard. Ki Cost- 5 Ki
Standard Action: Thundershock Surprise
Effects - Piercing, Stun and Freeze Minor Effect Ki Cost - 5 Ki Acc - 1d100+40 Dmg - 4d12+4 (1 direct damage + Freeze! Vitriol Active so two stacks of Freeze!) Status Chance (65%) - 1d100
Status Chance - Stun (65%) - 1d100 At-Will: Deadly Precision (Rush) - One single-type Super Attack deals direct damage equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts successful status. (Attached to Super Attack)
ACTIVE EFFECTS 20/20 Toughness Alacrity
FIGHTING STYLE
Resourceful Special Skill: Adept - Passive. Gain additional use of non-artifact gear slot items equipped at the beginning of battle.
TRAITS
Rush -At-Will. One single-type Super Atk deals direct dmg equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts successful status. Cleverness - You have a passive 15% bonus to inflict a status effect from any source Blur - As a passive effect you can use one Movement technique as an At-Will action on your turn. Alacrity - As a passive effect you have +10 to defense while above half max HP Vitriol - Each time you inflict a non special status effect you give an additional stack to your target
EQUIPMENT
-AI Assistant -Martial Arts Gi -Demon Ring (4/4) uses remaining) -Destron Gas (3/3 uses remaining) -*Crane Master Sash
OTHER ITEMS
War Cruiser - Lets you call down a bombardment as an at-will action, once per battle. The bombardment deals 3d4 damage to all foes. (0/1 use remaining)
SUPER ATTACKS
Midnight Kill Drive (Signature Rank III) - Single | Versatile | Freeze
TECHS
-Clash III (1/1 Use Remaining) -Aura Guard III (3/3 uses Remaining) -Energy Shield III (1/1 use Remaining) -Fire Breath III (1/2 uses Remaining) - After Image III (1/1 use Remaining) -Psychic Powers III (Unlimited) -Psycho Threads III (2/2 uses remaining) -Magic Materialization III (1/1 use remaining) -Magic Slime III (2/2 uses remaining)
LEGENDARY
-Mimicry III (2/2 uses remaining) -Thundershock Surprise III (3/4 uses remaining)
CURRENT PL: 87,745 HP: 50/50 | KI: 80/100 | DEF: 100 (110) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +25 (40) 1d100·1d8·3d4·1d100+40·4d12+4·1d100·1d100
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Post by MARK I on Oct 25, 2018 22:55:38 GMT -5
All the stories, the tales, the whispers king had heard from informants, bounty hunters, and even renegades. They all turned out to be false.. Within seconds the changeling turned out to be far more powerful than any of the tales would have implied. Kamui Zipped through the air and before king could register exactly what had happened his opponent was on him. Pure rage flowed through king's veins as he raised his hands to defend himself. For all the of the changeling raw power and speed, surprising for a figure just under seven feet tall, he had clearly underestimated king, that or perhaps both men were more tired than they cared to admit. King's thick, calloused arms did a fine job of countering his opponents strikes. Though king could not see or track him he simply covered his vital areas and using his own aura to sense Kamui's movements he allowed the flow of his energy to move his arms on their own. This was not what king wanted. Not at all. The lives of his servants, his innocent and kind hearted butlers and maids were now at risk. This was unacceptable, completely disrespectful. King had tried to be nice to the changeling. He had tried to teach him a lesson. Kamui had arrived, killed two of his lieutenants and then immediately started to flaunt around Dark district as if it all belonged to him. The Frost Demon was a talented young man, of that there could be no doubt but his bluster and inexperienced shown through in every move he made. King had finally had enough. He snapped. From within his cells a power started to slowly seep out of his pours, like the sweat of an overheated animal. King's size began to grow. At first seven, eight, then nine and finally twelve feet tall. In a roar he unleashed the full extent of his power! Engulfing the room, bathing it in his dark red aura. His KI began to crystalize in his hands, forming dark, obsidian like stones around his palms, with crimson red tips at the edges where his knuckles would be. His eyes grew black and pulsed with power as he was now finally able to lock onto Kamui and his movements. In a blink King lunged at Kamui's feet and attempted to grasp the Changeling in a tight grip. What would follow next would be a raised over head slam, onto the reinforced floor. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!" King would yell to Kamui. "You should have learned your place! You acted like you owned the place! That is what got your men killed. YOU! Got them killed! You failed them!" Next King's power would surge again. The man would funnel large amounts of his power into his arms and begin to pound at Kamui with all of his might W.C: 474/ Total: 24,748/ Post: #9 Doctor Kaijin Vex BATTLE TRACKER The heat is on!
Fire breath- 6tuff
Direct damage 10! King is Frozen and burned ouch!
King uses 10tuff to negate 10 direct damage.
King Transforms! Gains edge 1! Enemy Attack #1: Name - 0 acc vs 0 def - dmg dealt or miss. Bonus Action: Transform! Name – x3 PL Effect | -0 ki cost At-Will:
Standard Action: (Basic) Grasping lunged - Effects | -0 ki cost acc G7e7V0tad100+45
Dmg d12
Slashing Burn (30%) - d100 At-Will: Furious Strikes! - +1 dmg Tier +15 Acc Effect
Standard Action: (Super!) Diamond Crusher! - Effects | -10 ki cost acc d100+45
Dmg 3d12 Dmg 3d12 Charging.
Wound(50%) - d100 At-Will: Impact! Extra Dmg Die - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Burn ¾
Freeze ¾
Malicious & Ferocious Transformation ON!
Improvement: While king is transformed he gains 1hp and 1 toughness at the start of each turn. POWER / IMPACT Activate. At-Will Effect. As an at-will action you can add an extra damage die to one attack during your turn. Limit. Indefinite Features:
CRUSH: Effect. Scoring a critical hit with a Basic Attack gives the special status effect Crushed. While Crushed the target's defense is lowered by 15 for the duration. Duration. 2 turns. Limit. Indefinite
INFUSE: Effect. As a passive effect your Basic Attacks have a 30% chance to inflict the Burn status. Limit. Indefinite
INDOMITABLE Effect. negate 4 damage taken from every Super Attack and 2 damage from every Basic Attack that hits you.
Furious strikes! Activate. At-Will. Effect. As an at-will action two attacks of choice during your turn add 15 to their accuracy and boost their damage tier by 1. Uses. Indefinite.
Heavy Hitter: Basic Attacks Crit on an 85+
Red Rage Activate. At-Will Effect. Your Basic Attacks have a 50% chance to inflict the Wound status for the duration. Duration. 3 turns Uses. Once per battle.
ADRENALINE- Human trait
Transformation King's body swells with power as he achieves T1 form.
King can transform at-will however since he is unable to sustain a fight for long in this state his T1 drains him of 3ki per turn.
FEROCIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Basic Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite.
MALICIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Super Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite. Super: Diamond Crusher: King's hardens as his black/red ki crystalizes around them
Diamond Crusher 2D, single, Charging, Wound 50%, Rank 2 TECHS
Deflect: 2/2 10ki
Eight arms 2/2 10ki CURRENT PL:141,000 47,000 HP: 87/90 | Tough: 4/20 KI: 90/100 | DEF:(85) 75| DMG DIE: (D8) d12 | ACC: +30 d100+45·d12·d100·d100+45·3d12·3d12·d100
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 26, 2018 1:22:29 GMT -5
So it seemed as if King was more impressive then what Kamui previously thought.
A physical transformation that alters the body structure and body mass of an individual, along with a dramatic increase in power, well above Kamui's own power level? The Frost Demon certainly considered the man rather impressive in that manner, if anything.
However, for one to believe that a simple increase in power was enough to warrant a victory, however, was a foolish notion, and only believed by those who had never seen the Changeling fight. King's attack, executed in tandem with his outburst, was mere elementary to the Frost Demon. As King lunged at Kam's feet, Kamui quickly sidestepped out of the way of the attack, and as King rose to strike at him, Kamui merely swayed from side to side, stepping in and out of attacks as they were thrown at him. Upon the last attack of the rush, Kamui's body flickered out of view, the Frost Demon's Sonic Warp taking him out of King's attack range.
"Words can kill? Or guns can? I've never killed someone with the sound of my own voice before, or the words I utter forth from my lips. You're quite adorable when you're angry. Like a soft little...."
Kamui snapped his fingers, remotely triggering his own Ki from when he sent an electric current through King earlier. Upon snapping his fingers, King would suddenly become enveloped in a rather painful electric current running through his body, searing the skin and also making his movement rather difficult. In fact, it seemed as if the electric current was attempting to drain King of his strength.
At the same time Kamui's aura flared up once more.
"Kitten." Kamui finished, before vanishing once more. Appearing behind the man, Kamui would direct his pointer finger straight at King, charging pink energy to his pointer finger, before releasing it.
A rather broad pink laser would erupt from his fingertips, shooting straight out with the intent to pierce through King's left breast.
"But you say I am to blame, yes? I am at fault here? How laughable."
Word Count: 353 | Total Word Count: 20,641 | MARK I BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: 110 Def vs 106 Attack - Miss!
Enemy Attack #2: 110 Def vs 102 Attack - Miss!
Bonus Action: Electric Ki Infestation (Destron Gas) - Has a 30% (45% with Cleverness) chance to inflict the Stun, Freeze, and Poison status effects. Also if the foe is afflicted by at least one of the statuses, they also receive the special status effect Strained. Strained decreases base PL by 15% for the remainder of battle. | -0 ki cost
For Freeze (45%) - mStiKBHs1d100 Success! Vitriol Active! 2 stacks of Freeze inflicted!
For Stun (45%) - 1d100 Success! Vitriol Active! 2 stacks of Stun inflicted!
For Poison (45%) - 1d100 Success! Vitriol Active! 2 stacks of Poison inflicted!
King is Strained! His Base PL is decreased by 15% for the remainder of the fight!
Bonus Action: Electric Ki Infestation (Magic Slime) - As a bonus action you have a 80% chance (95% with Cleverness) to inflict the Cripple status on your target. If inflicted with Cripple, this technique inflicts stack of special status effect Agony. Agony drains for 3 ki per turn and lasts until target is no longer Crippled. | -5 ki cost
For Cripple (95%) - 1d100 Success! 2 stacks of Cripple inflicted! Agony also inflicted for as long as Cripple is active! (4 turns)
At-Will: Devastating Force (Martial Arts Gi) - +15 Accuracy and increased damage tier to two attacks during turn.
At-Will: Midnight Kill Drive Versatile Major Effect - Change Minor Effect "Freeze" to "Wound"
---------------------------------------------------- Standard Action: Midnight Kill Drive: Death Laser
Effects - Versatile Major Effect, Wound Minor Effect Ki Cost - 5 Ki Acc - 1d100+40 Dmg - 2d12+2 (2 direct damage inflicted if avoided) Status Chance (65%) - 1d100
At-Will: Deadly Precision (Rush) - One single-type Super Attack deals direct damage equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts successful status. (Attached to Super Attack)
ACTIVE EFFECTS
20/20 Toughness Alacrity
FIGHTING STYLE
Resourceful Special Skill: Adept - Passive. Gain additional use of non-artifact gear slot items equipped at the beginning of battle.
TRAITS
Rush -At-Will. One single-type Super Atk deals direct dmg equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts successful status. Cleverness - You have a passive 15% bonus to inflict a status effect from any source Blur - As a passive effect you can use one Movement technique as an At-Will action on your turn. Alacrity - As a passive effect you have +10 to defense while above half max HP Vitriol - Each time you inflict a non special status effect you give an additional stack to your target
EQUIPMENT
-AI Assistant -Martial Arts Gi -Demon Ring (4/4) uses remaining) -Destron Gas (2/3 uses remaining) -*Crane Master Sash
OTHER ITEMS
War Cruiser - Lets you call down a bombardment as an at-will action, once per battle. The bombardment deals 3d4 damage to all foes. (0/1 use remaining)
SUPER ATTACKS
Midnight Kill Drive (Signature Rank III) - Single | Versatile | Freeze
TECHS
-Clash III (1/1 Use Remaining) -Aura Guard III (3/3 uses Remaining) -Energy Shield III (0/1 use Remaining) -Fire Breath III (1/2 uses Remaining) - After Image III (1/1 use Remaining) - Deflect III (2/2 uses remaining) -Psychic Powers III (Unlimited) -Psycho Threads III (2/2 uses remaining) -Magic Materialization III (1/1 use remaining) -Magic Slime III (1/2 uses remaining)
LEGENDARY
-Mimicry III (2/2 uses remaining) -Thundershock Surprise III (4/4 uses remaining)
CURRENT PL: 87,745 HP: 50/50 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 100 (110) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +25 (40) 1d100·1d100·1d100·1d100·1d100+40·2d12+2·1d100
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Post by MARK I on Oct 28, 2018 10:57:53 GMT -5
King roared like a wounded lion as his fist connected with merely after images of his opponent's silhouette. His rage mounting like a blood sick demon as he continued to slam his fists into walls and floors where Kamui had recently been. The transformation had an effect on him. It affected his body as much as any physical attack, strained his body and his muscles in ways that were hard to explain. It also affected his emotional state. Like a drug. His eyes began to change form, his pupils beginning to disappear as he fought on in vein, Kamui easily weaving and swaying his body out of the way as if the fight were somehow choreographed and rehearsed. As King brought his arms in a wide arching hook the Changling moved with such a pace that it emitted a brief sonic boom. The force ruptured king's eardrums. Causing a ring in his ears along with a throbbing pain. "You're adorable......Kitten..." Is all he could make out before Kamui's attack pierced King's left breast, some of the energy even grazing the lower left chamber of king's own heart. The residual energy had a nasty effect on him. He could feel his own heart start to give out as it filled itself with a foreign energy. King struggled to move as the energy rushed through his veins like acid. His muscles began to spasm and jolt violently. For a moment he was effectively useless as he began to dig his own nails into his suit. Scratching, clawing, and tearing away at his shirt. His skin was flushed red with pain an agony as he scowled. For a moment his size began to shrank, as if is body was overwhelmed with shock. Then his eyes found Kamui. Then the rage set back in. In that moment king went nearly silent. Locked expression onto Kamui. His labored breathing echoing across the hall, eerily matched by the soothing sounds of the water fountain off to their right flank. He took a deep breath, two, then three. Reaching across his shoulder he ripped the top half of his suit off of himself. Revealing a fully inked chest, abdomen, sides, and backside. Tattoos spread across his body like the pain and electric shocks, feeling like acid in his veins. Upon inspection his tattoos seemed to tell a pattern, a story, but not one easily discerned in his current state. "Yy..you're wrong.." King replied as his body began to fluctuate in size. He took deep breath to keep himself calm and in control. "Haha.. *cough cough*. This is life.. You chose it. You didn't have to come here and participate in these games. You didn't have to bring your men here. They believed in you.." His voice was calm despite the obvious pain and labor in each breath as he spoke. "You should have known the cost of your investment. The risks involved. What do you know about me? About the players involved, nothing. You relay on your own strength and so did those around you and only when it was too late did you realize that your talents will only get you so far, believe me..." King stared into Kamui's eyes as he strained to move his limbs into a more stable fighting stance. "You need to slow down.. Before you act. You've risked everything to get here and win without knowing what you were rushing into and for what? Drugs? Money? Fame? For who?" Finally regaining his former composure king's expression shot between looks of pain, rage, and sadness as his pupils faded in and out. He snarled now. Having apparently re-stabilized his Ki his muscles began to swell again. Within seconds he'd reached a similar height as before. "If I don't kill you. I will make sure to teach you what it's like to lose everything!" Extending one of his huking arms, palm opened and facing the ceiling he quickly converted it into a closed grip! Immediately one of the pillars nearest to Kamui exploded, sending large massive chunks of debris at the changling's position. King would attempt to pin the man onto a wall, heavy, dense piece of boulder between Kamui and a wall. Next the King would rush to the changling's position with a burst of speed unlike anything he should have been capable of. His muscles strained and tore as he moved. If Kamui was between a rock and the wall then King would focus his ki into one of his fist and deliver an upper cut through the boulder and directly into the changlin's diaphragm, smashing the rock into pieces effortlessly as he did so. King roared as his attack followed through all the way up and over his head, attempting to launch the changling through the roof of his massive lobby and high into the sky. Next king would drop into a low crotch and launch himself at wherever the Chagnling was. He would attempt to grasp Kamui, wrapping and constricting him within his immensely dense arms. Should to two fighter be in the sky above his mansion king would pivot downward and attempt to drive Kamui into the ground about a mile away from the mansion. Should they still be in the mansion he would raise the changling into the air and begin to smash him into the ground repeatedly, cracking and tearing open the ground beneath them. "GET. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE!!" He roared W.C: 908/ Total: 25,656/ Post: #10 Doctor Kaijin Vex BATTLE TRACKER King unleashed!!
King smacked with poison, stun and freeze King takes 6dmg from poison & fire- King Hp: 81 King loses 15% Base PL- Base Pl= 33,950. King is crippled and agonized King takes 7dmg from attack- 4indomitable-3tuff= 0, HP: 81 King, Loses edge 1! -6ki, Agonoy, Transformation. Ki-84.
King's Turn, King Gains 1hp & 1tuff Hp-82, Tuff-2 At-will Furious strikes: +1dmg Tier, +15Acc for two attacks Super Attack-20 Ki (Stun) Ki-64, King uses Impact! Eight arms, bonus atk, -5ki- Ki-59 King uses Red rage to add wound to all basics Enemy Attack #1: Name - 114hits- 7dmg- 4indomitable= 3dmg, -3 tuff
Offensive. Standard Action: (Basic) Pillar Shrapnel- Effects | -0 ki cost acc LlDlXqGEd100+45 Dmg d12 Slashing Burn (30%) - d100 Wound(50%) - d100 At-Will: Furious Strikes! - +1 dmg Tier +15 Acc Effect At-Will: Red Rage, +50% wound, Basics only
Standard Action: (Super!)Diamond Crusher! Diaphragm uppercut! - Effects | -20 ki cost acc d100+45 Dmg 3d12 Dmg 3d12 Charging. Wound(50%) - d100 At-Will: Impact! Extra Dmg Die - Effect
Bonus Action: Bull rush! (Eight arms!) At will basic Effect | -5 ki cost acc d100+30- Slashing Dmg d10 Burn (30%) - d100 wound(50%) - d100
ACTIVE EFFECTS Red Rage 3/3 Malicious & Ferocious Transformation ON!
Status effects: 6 (FML) Burn 2/4, Freeze 4/6 Poison: 3/4Cripple 3/4 Agony! Stun: 1/2
Improvement: While king is transformed he gains 1hp and 1 toughness at the start of each turn. POWER / IMPACT Activate. At-Will Effect. As an at-will action you can add an extra damage die to one attack during your turn. Limit. Indefinite Features: CRUSH: Effect. Scoring a critical hit with a Basic Attack gives the special status effect Crushed. While Crushed the target's defense is lowered by 15 for the duration. Duration. 2 turns. Limit. Indefinite
INFUSE: Effect. As a passive effect your Basic Attacks have a 30% chance to inflict the Burn status. Limit. Indefinite
INDOMITABLE Effect. negate 4 damage taken from every Super Attack and 2 damage from every Basic Attack that hits you.
Furious strikes! Activate. At-Will. Effect. As an at-will action two attacks of choice during your turn add 15 to their accuracy and boost their damage tier by 1. Uses. Indefinite.
Heavy Hitter: Basic Attacks Crit on an 85+ Red Rage Activate. At-Will Effect. Your Basic Attacks have a 50% chance to inflict the Wound status for the duration. Duration. 3 turns Uses. 0/1. ADRENALINE- Human trait
Transformation King's body swells with power as he achieves T1 form. King can transform at-will however since he is unable to sustain a fight for long in this state his T1 drains him of 3ki per turn. FEROCIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Basic Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite.
MALICIOUS Effect. As a passive effect your damage tier increases by 1 with Super Attacks while in the transformation. Limit. Indefinite. Super: Diamond Crusher: King's hardens as his black/red ki crystalizes around them Diamond Crusher 2D, single, Charging, Wound 50%, Rank 2 TECHS Deflect: 2/2 15ki Rank 2 Eight arms 1/2 5ki Rank-2 CURRENT PL:119,850 39950 (47,000) HP: 82/90 | Tough: 2/20 KI: 59/100 | DEF:75| DMG DIE: (D8)d12 | ACC: +30 d100+45·d12·d100·d100·d100+45·3d12·3d12·d100·d100+30·d10·d100·d100
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