Dain was just sitting inside his private room aboard the Atrioch, when a summons came in. He had to admit things had been a little bit different since Amatricina had come aboard. Not for the worse mind you, but instead of having the whole ship for himself, he now sometimes found it preferable to reside in his own private living quarters. He had already begun to properly decorate it and albeit it being far from complete, he was not unhappy. It was the lovely thing about his ship: that it was so massive he could easily claim a gigantic space and turn it into a new private room. -his old room had been taken by his mistress Amatricina.- With the entire ship gutted and devoid of the normal ships systems, there were hundreds of rooms that easily spanned the ballroom of a proper castle.

The room he had claimed though was one of the biggest and the ships AI had immediately began to remove everything from it. It was an old warehouse section that Dain had not even known was there. Apparently the AI had kept him out of the `loop´ as it never had required his attention. Now it already placed a secondary chair in the center of the room to power the ship from and a large bed in the far corner. Albeit those two were not small, they were two tiny specs of dust in the gigantic room. Spanning a square of over three thousand feet with a height of over seventy feet, it was incredibly spacious.

Decorating the room was not the first thing Dain had done though. The first thing he had done was secure his room, even from his mistress. The outside of the room remained the stainless steel bulkhead that had been there in the first place, but against them he had placed an entire grit of shield emitters. With enough room for redundancy that even if a section of a hundred feet was blown up simultaneously, the other emitters could pick up the slack quite easily. Against that he had placed gigantic blocks of Katchin, 2 square meters in diameter each, covering the entire walls, floor and ceiling. On each of the corners of the blocks he had equipped another shield emitter, covering each single block in it´s personal shield. After that he had placed another shield wall and then another row of Katchin blocks, followed on the inside by another shield. It effectively placed him between three layers of shields and in between those there were two rows of massive Katchin blocks, each protected themselves. He just hoped it would be enough to stop his mistress if she was ever upset. To hide this fact he had placed on the inside another set of stainless steel walls, so nobody would know the effort he had went through to protect himself.

Though if he was honest it was not really a defense. If his mistress demanded his death he would never flee to the confinement of a secured room. He would either defend himself or submit, his pride would not allow much else. In truth he just liked working with his hands and designing such elaborate things. He liked working the forge, enjoyed the heat and feel his creations take place with his own hands.

With the structure done, he had already begun creating the looks. This time he went with a more steam punk feeling and he had already began forging the countless tubes, idle pipes and metal decorations that were going to be in place. Since he always created such things by hand, to each individual screw, he had already placed placed a furnace in the room. He had found out though that lightning was actually a much more effective way to melt metal on a small scale. Dain had never considered it, since regaining some of his abilities due to training with amatricina, he was actually having a lot of fun with it. He had just been melting a clump of steel in his hands and forming them into screws with his mind, when he heard his mistress message.

For now that would have to wait though. “As you wish mistress.” Dain replied instantly, as he dropped the red hot clump of metal and walked to his chair. Wasting no time he put back on his black spandex pants, grey robe and wooden sandals. Although he did not mind working naked -in fact he found it kind of liberating- he hated switching clothes too often because they were full of holes. “Petey, please take care of the mess and the fumes.” Dain said as he suddenly noticed the entire area was filled with fumes, gasses and smokes. Concentrated on his work he had not been aware of this. Though he wondered if his training with Amatricina had made him more resilient.

It mattered little. With a grin he picked one of his black cigarettes from his pocket as he left his newly found room and inhaled the smoke deeply, enjoying the prickling sensation in his lungs. All in all it would take him years to finish the room, but he had the time and it was a fun hobby.

In fact since meeting with Amatricina the Saiya-Jin seemed to enjoy life more again. Not only had he began to appreciate the arduous trainings sessions with his mistress, it was the fact that he was moving forward again. Dain could not explain it, but even basic things like food and drink seemed to have gotten better. Plus he was getting stronger, regaining his past pride. He could already transform his entire right arm back into lightning and now also his left hand. Furthermore he felt he was close to regaining something he had lost a long time ago. A form he had forgotten, but was reminded of when he had fought with Legume. There was a form past his own super Saiya-Jin form and he could almost feel it.

Good times indeed! Dain thought as he entered the bridge just as Amatricina wanted to introduce him to someone. The moment he saw the gigantic size of the portal he already got an earie feeling. Just as he was about to enter the room a voice spoke in his head. “Dain, the hideous machine is trying to hack into my systems. Is he a guest or an enemy?” Petey, the ships AI, spoke directly into his brain through an embedded chip. Combining the size and the fact that it was a machine, allowed Dain to connect the dots quickly. It just had to be that machine!

Dain had never gotten over the fact that he lost to the machine. On the other hand he had enjoyed fighting the machine, it had been a battle that took over an entire day as they changed the entire planets. Mountains had been vaporized, entire cities caught in their cross fire. All in all it had been one of the most glorious fights he had experienced in years. Which caused conflicting feelings. On one hand the machine had hurt his pride and he wanted revenge. On the other he had enjoyed the fight and held no grudge against such a fantastic warrior, even if a bit soulless. In the end though there was nothing to think about. Regardless of his will, this was the guest Amatricina had invited, so it was not his right to take action. “Neither. Don´t give him access nor kick him out or destroy it. Just let him play around in this room a bit, but keep him away from all vital spots. If he get´s funky, you have my permission to shut him down.” Dain responded to the AI, before calmly walking around the corner and into the bridge.

“Nice to see you again Mistress… and you too… Mark I” Dain said as he exhaled a cloud of black smoke in their direction, nodding respectfully to Amatricina. The pillar of metal was as impressive as ever, perhaps even more so. Dain recalled the machines ability to shift, but he was certain there was something different about Mark I. “Also Mark, please stop your futile attempts to hack my ship. I´ll grant you full access to the commands and systems as long as you are Amatricina´s guest, and hence mine, but if you attempt to hack her, she will destroy you.” Dain spoke without so much as a threat in his voice, rather just calmly stating the truth.

Truth be told though he seriously did not want to find out which of the two AI´s would be stronger. Regardless of the outcome, the mortals in the room would probably be caught in the cross fire. Although mortals… an ancient fire demoness and an immortal Saiya-Jin… the thought caused Dain to chuckle out of nowhere. “May I inquire, Mistress, is Mark I your other champions?” Dain asked neutrally, not betraying any emotion, with a steel poker face, as he was actively trying to figure out of this was a good, bad or neutral thing. He did not want to jump to conclusion after all. For all he knew Mark I could be her pet and she´d have an even more formidable champion at her call, although he doubted that. “Regardless, you requested my presence because you have a job for me?” Dain said as he sank down on one knee in front of her, paying her the respect she was due, before rising up and looking straight at the two in front of him. “I am ready!”

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MARK I
@amatricina

Something strange happened as MARK I attempted to command the ship. He was blocked. His usual blacked out eyes flickered with a soft light as his head motioned over to a computer panel nearby. His mind already developing a virus to counteract the strange ships surprising resistance towards his usual firewall assaults.

“Dain, the hideous machine is trying to hack into my systems. Is he a guest or an enemy?”

He managed to catch a messaged that had somehow been sent to Dain's mind itself. A surprising development given the fact that the man was organic. This implied some kind of cybernetic enchantments, though the monster had not decided yet to take a look into.

“Also Mark, please stop your futile attempts to hack my ship. I´ll grant you full access to the commands and systems as long as you are Amatricina´s guest, and hence mine, but if you attempt to hack her, she will destroy you.”

MARK I's mind grew ever more curious as the Saiyan seemed to threatened in his ships place. Though he seemed temporarily incapable of downloading the ships offensive capabilities he had doubted such a thing was possible, in fact this seemed to be the same ship he'd hacked into when he'd first met the Saiyan long ago. The same ship he'd used to blast Dain with its own guns during their fight. At that time it had been a mere afterthought, a casual invasion of the ships mainframe and quick, hostile takeover with little to no resistance, and yet now it seemed he had hit a wall.

"Interesting" The machine thought to itself as it prepared a battery of metal viruses, numbering in the millions, a small initial wave to test the ships capabilities, to keep the titan entertained, or quickly overwhelm the ship to the point of over exertion and misfire.

"Automaton! You have been on this warship five seconds!!!..."

The Titan stopped himself as the Demoness' spoke out with clear distaste of his actions.

"Have you no concept of guest-host privileges...?"

He stopped, deleting all of his viruses quickly before she noticed them, as a child would hide a mess under a rug. In truth there was no way she could have known. There was also no way he would risk that assumption.

The Titan had never dealt with nor interacted with a group this large for as long as he'd been doing unless it involved killing or destruction. Indeed these past seven and a half seconds had been glorious to him as he attempted to "fit in"

The reprimand had, however, left him confused. He was a powerful A.I and he had been used to dominating all other machines he'd come into contact with, without question, without thought, and without pause in fact one of the first things he would do when walking into a room, any room, he would swiftly establish control of the electronic deceives nearby, absorbing their information into his being, or inserting his will into their so as to maintain a degree of control in all environments.

Now he'd been told such a thing was wrong?? He stood in befuddlement, wondering, puzzled as to what he did wrong. This concept of a guest and a host foreign to him, though they made it sound as if it should be obvious to him.

He elected to say nothing to his defense, moving nothing, showing no expression as the Demoness' hovered to meet his gaze. His eyes ignited a soft warm glow as her porcelain face grew closer to his, he snapped pictures of her expressions, void of light, saving them as he did so before he wondered if this two would be considered inappropriate?

"If you must hack a warship, make it a vessel worth capturing, not one already under my employ."

She spoke with a confidence and authority but as he scanned the area for the nearest ship he found it to be lacking of any "worthy vessels"

"Sometimes a scalpel is a much more effective tool"

To this he also scanned the area, thinking this to be some sort of clue, yet again he grew confused as the room they were in did not seem to hold any scalpels. It would occur to him later that this might have been a metaphor for something else, perhaps about his methods, he would consider this to be a possibility, if not a likely truth. Though the metaphors of a foreign universe were still something that could be difficult to grasp at times.


MARK I extended his hand as commanded, his arm moving in complete isolation to the rest of his body in an unnatural, yet smooth motion towards The demon. His back almost immediately ignited with a bright, bleeding light. The men in the room displaying shocked expressions as the brand seared away portions of skin.

The pain of it stung deep as it seemed to borrow into the monster's skin. His eyes flared with an intense light, if only for a moment as he was taken aback by the suddenness of the branding.

Despite this he made no move to respond nor attempt to protect himself. He simply stood there as a if he were an inanimate statue, his mind reeling with pain, V3's psychic shouts echoing within him as the mortal experienced the MARK I's pain.

As she finished her speech MARK I turned his head to face the computer panel from earlier, in code he asked the Ships A.I to allow him use of her projectors, if the room had any. If allowed A holographic image of earth would display itself between them.

The Graphic would depict an image of MARK I flying towards the planet. The graphic then depicted an image of the MARK I standing over the planet, planting a flag with the demoness' banner. He made it clear that he did not seem to have any aspiration to form his own group.

The earth was under his eye, the blue marble seeming to gleam before him as he displayed a clear intent for this one world.

Holding out his hand he made a motion as if the entire planet were rotating within his massive metallic palm. As he closed his grip around the world the graphic ended with him, metaphorically in possession of the world.

He then made a motion to metaphorically put the planet in his pocket, though he'd never worn pants before. He had hoped he was doing this correctly. Bracing himself for anything he might have done "inappropriately"

W.C: 1093/ T.W.C: 1457 Dain Sincara @amatricina

Amatricina nodded calmly to Sincara, the warrior had grown immensely more courteous in recent weeks. He was, at his core, a soldier. Soldiers craved two things more than any, though many were too proud to admit it. The first, an obvious answer, was combat. The thrill of battle, the blood lust and the fear of death and the unknown. The latter was a commander, soldiers followed, and leaders led. Amatricina had been bred, born, and raised from birth to be a leader to her clan. Someday soon she knew that leadership would extend outward... to her kind as a whole. Rather they wished it or not, she would drag the Demon Realm kicking and screaming into a golden age. By her hand, all the warring clans would be united, and their combined might hurled against her enemies like a burning sword of vengeance. Such was the will of the demoness. "You are forgiven." She said simply to the mercenary when he asked of it. "So be it, you are free to emblazon my sigil wherever you so desire. So long as you proudly display the heraldry of the Fire Demon Clan while in service to me, then little else matters." She had a kind of softness in her tone usually replaced by irritation or anger when speaking to her two unlikely champions. With his zealous initiative, Dain Sincara had earned himself a glimmer of appreciation from his mistress. She had not expected such a humble response from such a proud warrior race.

The demoness watched as her herald spoke at length of his small arsenal of armors and attires. She nodded along in agreement, finding nothing at fault to comment on for once. "As well you should be proud, Sincara. You are sworn to the strongest demon of the strongest clan, soon to be the Queen of the Demon Realm. You will be at the forefront of my advisers when dealing with the mortal realm. You and the Mark I." Amatricina paused, it was always difficult for her to admit her own weakness. "I am... sorely lacking in knowledge of many aspects of this realm. Races, peoples, cultures, politics, I could go on. I will need your wealth of experience and the Mark I's massive database of knowledge to offer good council and guidance. In this one matter, mortals are superior to demons. Even my dread siblings are even more ignorant of your realm than I am. They can offer only so much on matters here." Amatricina rolled her shoulders slightly, it pained her to admit she needed the mortal warriors' help on that matter.

"The honor is yours alone, Sincara." Amatricina spoke in response to the warrior's praise for her. She gave him a knowing look, and a slight nod of satisfaction. Dain Sincara was coming along admirably since the cocky, brash, buttocks groping mercenary she'd so savagely beaten. Though already his training progressed greatly, he still had more before him than he did behind him. His was a warrior race though, and the demoness held no doubts his instincts themselves compelled him to thrive to greater heights in combat. She cracked a slight smile at his mantra, though she simply shook her head no. "You are no sword, for a blade is only as good as its wielder. I need my Everchosen to stand on their own merits, not my own. Capable, independent, reliable champions who serve me ably. You are a swordsman, and my will is your blade. I have no need for plowshares, only sharp minds and sharper blades." Amatricina raised a gauntlet slowly, hand crackling with Dark Energy. "Though I appreciate the metaphor. I will craft you a sword of a more... literal nature. An ebony blade of katchin itself, enchanted by my strongest magics and tempered to act as a conduit for your power. My clan are the finest smiths in the Demon Realm, and my sorcery the strongest. It will be a weapon worthy of legend."

What that the artificial voice that acted as administrator to the Arioch's systems chimed in. Amatricina listened to Dain as he lectured the Mark I, proclaiming his desires for a rematch. "An excellent idea." She added, clapping her hands as a grin crossed her face. "If you two are to be allies, I suggest you put aside any bad blood from your previous encounters. Train with each other, meditate with each other, and spar with each other. You are my Everchosen, that means we will need to learn to act and fight as a cohesive fighting force. No Queen is complete without her Knights. Understood?" It was a simple question, one which needed no response.

Amatricina turned to the Mark I, noting his display. Where the titan would not offer literal words, he often found creative outlets for his messages instead. "You intend to take the Earth? Why?... Oh, of course. Your ulterior motives... regarding the pathetic Earthlings?" The demoness rubbed a hand at her chin, musing over the artificial being's desires. "I will not stop you from pursuing this goal, and whatever plans you have for the planet's inhabitants. However, I have no intention of assisting you in this goal, even if you desire to conquer in my name. My concerns are beyond one petty mortal world, especially the matter of ruling it once conquered. Though we will discuss this matter further at a later occasion, once my own ambitions are further realized." With that she turned to face Sincara, who was already eagerly requesting his own marching orders.

"As for you, Dain Sincara, I have a task only you can accomplish. The Kabochan Confederacy wields a massive flagship the size of a small moon, rightfully dubbed the Omnipotence. It is the flying citadel of the late Emperor Carambolis, and for months my home in the mortal realm. In the deck below the main bridge there is a fortified vault unlike any I have seen before. Its barriers both arcane and mundane, tirelessly guarded by a squadron of Carambolis' most veteran elite guard. Within that vault lies my Dragonballs, the Dragonballs soon to be mine... Carambolis'. I need you to retrieve them." Amatricina pauses, letting her words sink in. As she does, the demoness nonchalantly reached into her armored brassiere and retrieved a small device from its resting place between a veritable valley of cleavage. Held in her hands it was a Scouter, an advanced prototype model with a black earpiece and a retractable dark green visor.

"A gift from the late Emperor himself." The demon stated simply. "Carambolis' personal scouter, given to me after I swore him my fealty so that I may be able to communicate with both him and his officers at a whim. More importantly, it contains the full schematics of the Omnipotence, as well as detailed combat metrics and tactical analysis of Carambolis and most of his senior officers." Amatricina held the device for a moment more, before passing it to Sincara. "I recommend you allow the Mark I to parse over that data in addition to yourself and your... Petey. His insight on the technological in immense as his stature. Once you have learned what is needed, your task is quite simple. Use that teleportation technique of yours to appear within the Emperor's vault, retrieve my gemstones and anything else of pertinent value you find, and return to me immediately having not comprised your allegiance, location, or my betrayal. You are not my Everchosen on this endeavor. You are the mercenary lord employed to complete any task, including plundering the most heavily fortified place in the mortal realm. In and out, quick as a flash. Clean, efficient. How I like all my battles. As for opposition, even the Emperor's elite warriors do not contain Super Saiyans among their ranks. None could match you in combat, not without numbers anyways. That said, avoid casualties for the sake of speed. Every moment wasted is a moment I am not unlocking the magic wish within the orbs."

Her speech concluded, Amatricina turned to the Mark I. "In the meantime, while Sincara is away, I want you Mark I to scour whatever galactic records you can. Search for any knowledge on the Dragonballs, or artifacts baring similar description. Sincara will provide you one from his own personal cache to study and analyse. They emit a peculiar magical energy I have never felt before. It is slight, but betrays the true power contained in the relics, one I intend to unlock." With that Amatricina grinned wide, placing a hand on her prominent hip. "You have your first orders as my Everchosen. It may seem a simple task, and if it proves to be, then it only furthers my trust in my own decision making. The hour is at hand, soon I shall command the power of the Dragonballs." Amatricina laughed an evil cackle with her speech completed. It was a haunting sound that betrayed the fool depths of her ambition, and her avarice. It was the laugh befitting only of a Queen.

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Curiosity over their relationship. MARK I watched with a curious, dull, blacked out eyes as he observed the interactions between Amatricina and Dain. A spark of envy ignited within him as he watched the two interact with each other. He felt a twinge of jealousy as they spoke.

How close were these two exactly? What adventures had they been on? What kind of talks or deals had they made, promises to each other?

His cold heart knew but few true emotions, usually just base, powerful sensations that never revealed themselves on a surface level. Rage had always been one of them. It was his standard emotion whenever he dealt with any situation he didn't like. He even hated the fact that he could be angry. It was an annoyance and at times it caused him to act irrationally. He hated it. A remnant of his primal, human emotions, worse, the feelings weren't directly his, yet he would "feel" them as if they were. The human brain within him experiencing the world as if it was him. Laying a confusing set of experiences for both him and V3 as they both experienced the world through each other, with each other.

He hated himself for these feelings, hated the fact that he could not seem to shake himself of them. He knew what he was. A tool, an object. For a while he had tried to fool himself, tried to believe that perhaps there would be a way to get....no it didn't matter. He was stupid. Stupid for thinking that he could be more than he was.

He attempted to revert to his usual feelings, cold, empty indifference to anything that didn’t directly affect him or his goals. He wanted to suppress his emotions while they were still but a small flame within his ever cold heart. Fearful that the demoness would sense his emotions and read him again with her mind, she seemed to have an affinity for sensing his feelings. It was a vexing trick, one he could not seem to defend against outright.

It made him feel naked. Made him feel like at any time she could simply peer into him and learn about his disgusting mammalian urges. He moved his hand slightly, it may have appeared awkward to anyone observant enough to notice as a single arm moved strangely, seemingly independent of his body as he dug his nails into his palm, slowly yet steadily piercing the skin until he released.

The pain made him feel like he mattered. It made him feel in control and alive, though he never flinched, though he refused to show it.

“Okay a second profile has been added to the ships systems. If you look for it, my AI will guide you and explain. Please feel free interact with Petey and see if you can come up with any improvements.”

"Improvements? Come up with improvements?" Was this a command? MARK I wondered? Was he to follow Dain's orders? He didn’t understand how to prioritize the request. Didn't know if he should work on It now? Or perhaps later.

MARK I noted the different blueprints and access as well as permissions the Petey A.I sent to his mind.

Out of courtesy he created her own avatar within his mind as well, a sign of respect from one A.I to another, though she had very little power or access in his own mind.

He did nothing else for the moment. He had found the exercise pointless without access to all of her files no true "Improvements" could be made. Especially since it seemed "Inappropriate" for him to hack her.


“As for you"..Dain spoke to the titan as Mark I considered working with the ships A.I.

The Monster slowly lowered his head, tilting it to stare down at Dain as he spoke, his eyes scanning over Dain's body as the Saiyan spoke. The warriors words were a mix to him. He wasn't sure if he should respond, wasn't sure what provoke Dain's words, though the man did not seem upset.

The titan chose not to respond. Letting a silence fill the air As Amatricina continued another speech. The Machine tilted his head towards her as he listened intently. She seemed to encourage a battle between them, training. Was this his purpose now? Was he to work on the ship and spar with saiyans. Is this something he wanted?

What did he want? He put his thoughts aside as the Demon continued to speak. Of course it made sense for these two to "spar" again. A cohesive fighting force, knights for a queen, but he was no knight. He was a monster, a dragon of Iron highly adaptive flesh.

"You intend to take the Earth? Why?... " The demoness seemed to entertain how taking the planet might change anything she had in mind. She thought over his display, though admittedly she could have been thinking of something else. To his surprise, she did not immediately dismiss him or his desires, did not call him an idiot and seemed to be willing to entertain his desires for a later time. It was an interesting development, so far as he was concerned.

He wanted to speak, wanted to say something to her but the thought of speaking before so many others brought something upon him. So he didn't, simply leaving his comments unspoken as he returned to his static and stoic posture. Ever looming above all other in the room, some of the crew aboard the ship constantly looking over their shoulders as they worked, as he watched, constantly. Always watching.


MARK I felt his envy and rage act up again as Dain proceeded to tell him what to do. The Titan did nothing but outline Amatricina's exact commands and download them onto Dain's armor, or scouter.

The mission parameters were simple yet the Saiyan had his own, completely different approach
Teleport into the vaults, steal the stones, Leave.

MARK I didn't respond to Dain for a long moment. He made no attempt to aid the man as the Petey A.I did most of the work. He simply did not wish to have any part in this as the man's approach seemed to far aside from the mission parameters. MARK I quickly dispatched the POPs A.I to do it for him, not wanting anything to do with this and finding himself surprisingly annoyed. His emotions flaring up within him. He wanted to kill something, someone. He wanted blood wanted to hurt something or someone, anything to distract himself long enough for his heart to grow cold and absent again, these disgusting human emotions gripping him like a vice.

The Pops A.I reveled itself to Dain and Peteys during their mission. He immediately got to work doing exactly as Dain asked of MARK I, highlighting certain egress and access points while Petey worked on infiltration, pops drew out lines and patterns of movement which would make it easy for Dain to move around unnoticed, manipulating the sections and controls of small portions of the ship with a subtle ease, nothing major however. The omnipotence was a vast and powerful vessel with a nearly unlimited capacity for defense matrices and automatic responses.

"Ahh there we are Master Dain!" Pops spoke through the Saiyan's scouter.

"Good evening, my names is P.O.P.s the second. I what you may call an Assistant Intelligence, a creation of my master MARK I and a humble servant of his. If you look here you will see that I there are much easier ways around the ship sir. I have provided you with credentials now so that you may enter within certain access points. There are security terminals here, here, and here.."

Pops spoke as he highlighted more areas of interest. The A.I Spoke with such an upbeat demeanor and attitude it might easily catch one off guard.

"Now you shouldn't be needed to BLOW ANYTHING UP sir! I believe you will find that entry to certain areas easier than blowing up sections of a ship. Lock down protocols and alarms won't make your job easier, however clever your plan might have been sir!"

With that the pops A.I faded into the background, a jaunty tone, saxophone music began to play in the background for Dain to listen to as instructions revealed themselves on his scouter. Directions on how to pick up his credentials and where to go, who to talk to, if he so choose.
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MARK I reveled in the fact that they were alone again. Alone..with a room filled with terrified crew mates but void of anyone relevant to the droid.

While Dain had forgotten to provide Mark I with a sample of his dragonball, the demon lord may have been surprised when it turned out that the machine had already known of the powerful orbs.

As Amatricina finished he began to emit video evidence of a recent encounter of his, in fact it had been the climax of his most recent endeavor, what he had been doing right before arriving to this very meeting.

The machine began to play a video of himself, from his point of view. At first it did not appear to be of anything special, he had been doing battle with a giant namekian, the warrior wielding a massive, magical spear which seemed to wound the Titan as it pierced his chest cavity, the magical energies disrupting him visibly and audibly. Despite this the Titans arm expanded rapidly into the heart of his giant, forty foot foe. As the Namekain fell, dying upon the field of battle the titan could be seen eventually capturing this strange worlds elder.

The elder wore the robes and making of a guardian, Amatricina would surely note the insignia of a lesser deity upon his robes as the MARK I forcibly made the creature summon a blood red dragon who drew a powerful, disruptive line across the sky.

The Dragon's massive body permeating the sky with its overwhelming aura of power.

In a deep incomprehensible voice the dragon's tone echoed throughout the air as the ground began to shake with the thunderous boom of his voice. The dragon spoke in a strange Alien tongue, it was the same tongue that belonged to MARK I and in a surprise turn of events, the titan spoke back.

". . …. . .. . …. . … . …..."

The dragon then spoke back to the titan. It's voice boomed angrily as it opens its snout, a booming radiance erupted from its jaws as it wave of unrelenting energy washed over the titan. The power nearly obliterating him as he fell back, everything around hims disintegrating instantly. By the time it all ended the Dragon was gone and the guardian had dissipated or died with it. The MARK I's body left to put itself back together as an entire clan of namekains soon flew towards him from over a mountain side, their fangs out, ready for battle. The video feed ended here.

The Titan standing in waiting for the demons response, a noticeable scar now visible on his face as the demoness would notice, it was the same spear stab from earlier, unhealed, and slightly swollen.

W.C: 1872/ T.W.C: 3329 @amatricina Dain Sincara

Had Dain actually forgotten it though? Well actually he did, excited to finally be able to service his mistress properly he had gotten overexcited. Yet there was a reason he could allow himself to be so brazen, as for as long as he was on his ship, he would always have an ally to back him up. “Please forgive my master, it seems he grew excited and simply entrusted the task of retrieving the dragon ball upon me. Without the ability to teleport these magic items, it seems they contain a safeguard of some kind, I had to use normal gravitics to transport it through the entire ship.” The voice of Petey breaking the silence, automatically covering for her master, as the door to the bridge slid open and a brown pillow floated into the room, towards the two. On it laid the dragon ball Amatricina had requested.

Of course it was simply a cover up. If Mark I would look upon the records he could easily tell that Dain gave no such order. Yet Petey did not consider it a real lie. The way she looked at it, her master trusted her to do the tasks he found too menial, so in a way he had entrusted the task to her. It made her wonder though he mortal brains could work so inefficiently. Petey had made the observation quite often that mortal entities were able to forget things or mishear them, where she could literally not. The best she could do was store information in a folder she deemed unneeded, but even then she could always access it at any time she wanted, never losing even a byte of information. “Please forgive my tardiness, as I had not anticipated dragonballs could not be teleported by ordinary means.” She said slightly hesitant, before vanishing in thin air. She had done her job and now she would concentrate on running the ship as well with interacting with Mark I, albeit she was surprised by the lack of communications so far. Well there was one other job she had, one she could not even shut off if she wanted. On board the Atrioch the walls really had ears.

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4.40… Dain could not help but look at the scouter's timing he had set for himself as he summoned the three clones. He had to admit the plans Petey and P.O.P. came up with, were incredible. Not only had they solved the problem of having to blow stuff up, they provided him with the tools to hack certain systems and even included several back-up plans. The first thing Dain noticed as he appeared near the first console, was the activity on board the ship. It seemed to be bustling, far more then it should have. “Peet, what is going on? He asked the on board AI, the name indicating he was aware she was now a separate entity to avoid confusion.

As he placed his right hand on the console, allowing Peet to hack into it with the nanites in his suits, he stuck the little key he got from Pop and petey into the console. Both of them had concurred that the vault was too well protected to be broken into by raw force and even they could not break the encryption easily. So instead they had located several back-up consoles all through the ship that, if hacked properly, would allow them to penetrate the encryption within two minutes. The problem would be though that the hack would be visible from the central computer if inspected.

It was were the clones came into place. Dain summoned the three clones as usual, yet instead of giving them his form, he retained them as a ball of raw lightning energy. Energy arced nicely around them and they radiated with the raw energy he had entrusted them with. Albeit not profiting from him transforming, they still have a raw power of roughly one hundred thousand and being incorporeal would make them very hard to catch. Go, follow the paths I placed in your heads and act wildly, unpredictable. He thought, automatically giving the clones their instructions.

Just at that moment the ships alarms began to blare and a grin appeared on Dain´s face, albeit covered by the black Katchin helmet. “4.32, even a head of schedule. Now let´s get to work![/color] He thought to himself as the alarms spread through the ship, causing bulkheads to clamp down according to the lock down protocols.

While the materials were undoubtedly incredibly strong, the lightning clones proved to be rather good at penetrating them. They just needed to melt a tiny hole in the material to allow their body to squeeze through and where shields blocked the paths, the could simply move through the ceilings or the walls in the same fashion. As the moved though they left visible traces where their lightning bodies met a barrier, leaving it either scorched or melted. Dain had never considered such a bold tactic before, but he was pleased it was working. They would provide an excellent distraction as their power made them prime targets, yet their form could never be linked to him. What was more, it would allow him to move almost undetected as his suit suppressed his own power to a mere three thousand. “It appears patrols have been increased severely since the death of the empire.” Peet suddenly said in his ear, as she had finished snooping around. “Right… complications?” Dain asked as he placed two fingers on his forehead and teleported into the main security deck. Before anyone even seemed to notice him, a dozen little stun darts had fired from the automated gun on his wrist, hitting everyone in the back of the neck. “Yeah, skip console 4 and 5, too heavily guarded. Instead take back-up one and three.” Peet responded without skipping a beat, instantly changing the info displayed on his scouter.

Before the bodies of the monitoring team even hit the ground, Dain had placed his hands on the console and fed a jolt of lightning through them far beyond anything they were ever designed to withstand, causing a row of explosions. As the lightning arced through the computer, wreaking havoc he gathered the static energy and released a makeshift magnetic wave, hoping to wipe clean any storage devices on board the ship.

It was all a gamble though. Even Petey and POP could not determine for certain what kind of system the ship was using. Since it was such a shambles of old and new technology, upgrades constantly taking place, it was impossible to predict. If the ship still used the old organic drives, his little wave would probably not even affect them. Still he did not have the time and as the last of the bodies his the floor, Dain was already on the move again. He still had ten consoles to `hack´ and less then a minute to do so. 4.01… running a bit late… He thought to himself as he picked up the pace, still in contact with his clones, steering them clear of patrols for now until they would reach the place they were supposed to be.

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MARK I
@amatricina

The Mark I proved an ever constant source of confusion and frustration for the Demon Lord. Though as time progressed, she came to understand her titan clearer and clearer. There were discernible patterns to the machine's behavior that it followed. It did not possess a soul of its own, but it still possessed emotions. Though Amatricina could neither sense the Mark I's artificial ki, or the darkness in his non-existent soul, she could still probe his technological mind. It mirrored an organic one near enough to discern his thoughts, though she still did not fully comprehend the distinction where the Johnny mortal ended and the Mark I began. It did not matter much, as P.O.P.S. had stated they both could only live as long as the other one survived. So she simply stopped caring where that blurred line was drawn, and focusing more on the whole of the creature that served her so willingly.

Waves of emotion rolled from the Mark I as the demoness addressed him. Embarrassment strong among them initially, followed by confusion. She was vexed, why did the machine need to feel either of such emotions? These two lesser emotions were quickly snuffed out. Overwhelmed and replaced by a burning rage. Wrath, a sin the demon was more intimately familiar with. She had seen the Mark I angry before, it understood the emotion well for a being with no soul. They tended to be accompanied, as they the emotion was this time, by an ominous red glow radiating from the Mark I's large eyes. Whenever its anger dissipated or it calmed itself down its gaze tended to revert back to its normal yellow glow. It was one of the few physical tells the artificial being had. For most other interactions it simply too stoic and resolute.

"You will need to learn to control your emotions, Mark I." Amatricina said simply, leveling her gaze on the titan's emotionless face once more. "I can sense them all when I probe your mind. It is like a fortress unbarred, and unguarded to me. What are you so embarrassed about? So confused? You are a soulless artificial killing machine, that has pledged allegiance to the future Queen of the Demon Realm. There is precisely nothing that should embarrass you Mark I, as I imagine there are scarcely a half dozen warriors in this realm that could best you in single combat. One of them stands before you."

Amatricina thought longer on the Mark I's bizarre flare of emotions. Thought back to their previous encounters, a realization hit her, one that made her smile with flirtatious wickedness. "Mark I... you are attracted to me? Aren't you titan?" She placed her hands on her wide, feminine hips striking a rather suggestive pose before the machine warrior. "Is it the thoughts of the mortal Johnny within you? Or is my dark beauty so vast even machines are enthralled by my charms." The demoness placed a hand on the Mark I's chest, hovering into the air until her finger trailed up to rest beneath its chin, tilting the creature's head to face her at eye level. "It matters little. There is no shame in those feelings, my Champion. I have captivated mortal and demon alike for over a thousand years. I have slain more would be suitors than I can dare to count. You are permitted to relish my figure, to bask in my radiant beauty. It is one of the many gifts I bestow upon you for your loyal service."

Her nostrils twitched, she could smell the very fear that wafted from the Mark I. Fear, this was not fear of Amatricina herself, but rather... what she might do. The demoness removed her hand, withdrawing her finger slowly and folding her arms crossed beneath her massive bust. It gave a considerable bounce at the movement. "You fear, don't you Mark I? It is the first emotion I learned to sense, though this is not the fear of a warrior facing the prospect of death. This fear is more... emotional." She flashed a fanged smile, gaze cast upon the unblinking titan's face. "A machine that knows fear, I did not think it possible." Her gaze then changed in a second, brows furrowing and a scowl overtaking her smile. "Fear is a weakness. One you must eliminate. I will not see my Everchosen weighed down by something as trivial as the fear another may hold an unfavorable opinion of you. Serve me ably Mark I, and you shall never know my scorn. Disobey me, fail to heed my commands, or act as a craven, and you shall know my full wrath." She held up her right hand, glowing with the same sinister light moments ago she'd healed the titan's scars with. "I can take, just as easily as I can give. Do not forget that, Automaton." With that the demonic energy dissipated, she did not need to harm the creature to prove her point. Words would do what injure could not.

"You will meditate with me, Mark I. I have made my decision." The demoness said simply as she landed back on her feet. "Both of my heralds will meditate alongside me. You both sorely need it. Sincara must rediscover the fire in his heart, and rekindle the blaze he has lost. And you, Mark I, you struggle ceaselessly with your own existence. Your artificial servants told me your origin, though I still have many questions of it. You are a stranger, an outsider, a being from another place that has known nothing but contempt, fear, and superstition from these mortals. I offer you a simple arrangement. We demons are the 'great outsiders' of the universe. For our crimes of ambition we were sealed away by the very Kais themselves. We can sympathize with a powerful being, endlessly ostracized for the simply desire to grow stronger. You will find no love from me or my kind, but you can find understanding. It is the fairest offer I, or I suspect, the universe at large has dealt you. In exchange though, you just learn to overcome the emotions that will ultimately only weigh you down in battle. Your mind must be clear of such petty distractions. All that matters is you, your foes, your allies, and your purpose. There is no place for 'embarrassment' or 'shame' or 'fear' on a battlefield. Only blood, and fire."

With that said Amatricina listened to the Mark I's response to her questions. The armored titan spoke, as it rarely did, with its 'true' voice. No artificial thralls, no video feeds. Just painful, booming words. She placed her hand under its chin as it knelt. A tender gesture meant to sooth the conflicted being. Amatricina could easily feign sympathy when it was needed. If that was what the Mark I needed from her in the short term, so be it. Once she had gotten to the root of the machine's emotional problems, she would snuff them out. In the meantime, she only needed his continued obedience. What the Mark I told her was a curious report, spoken in broken sentences but its meaning clear. It told Amatricina more about the Dragonballs in three garbled sentences that three months of torturing earthling magic wielders had.

The demoness reflected on what her titan had said, still gently lifting its chin with her gauntlet. "So the Dragonballs are created by a Guardian? I should have known... such magic is always the doing of the divine. So every world with a guardian could possess a set? Hmm..." She withdrew her hand, scratching her chin as the demon mulled over the thought. "It must take a powerful guardian, to create such powerful magic artifacts. I would hazard there are few that can, and for all I know the technique itself is harder to learn even if the Guardian is powerful enough." She scoffed at the next comment, chuckling to herself. "Threatened to hurt you? I saw the video feed, you were blasted near to pieces by it. It did not threaten anything. But, if it cannot kill... it must be a binding placed on the Eternal Dragon by the Guardian. It is a slave, kept shackled by the Dragonballs and bound from killing so it cannot try to free itself."

Amatricina was slightly taken aback by the Mark I's word. Wish. "You wanted, a wish?" She stated with mild surprise. "And you obviously did not get it, did you. Otherwise the Eternal Dragon would not have attacked you as it did. I can only imagine what a being such as yourself must wish for. I imagine it is something I would not think to expect. And killing the Guardian kills the Eternal Dragon? Are you sure of this, or does it just render the Dragonballs used to summon the dragon inert?" Amatricina knew precious little of the Eternal Dragons. Even in the Demon Realm they were steeped in more mystery than truth. Dragons were an entity foreign even to beings that jealously guarded all knowledge they could of the arcane. "So the very Dragonballs I have coveted, soon to be in my possession... are the tools of a Guardian." Amatricina mused on this, coming to her own dark conclusion. "Then we use the weapons of the gods against them, to bestow upon us their wishes. Then we slay the Guardians one by one and deny others the change the claim the same power we acquired. It is the best of both worlds."

As the Mark I stood up and produced its strange new artifact, Amatricina simply watched in confusion as it retrieved the weapon from within itself. "What pray tell is that, Mark I?" As she spoke the Petey entity brought in a pillow holding the requested Dragonball. "Reasonable timing." Amatricina stated simply, grabbing the gem from its resting place and holding it before the Mark I. "Take it, I still want you to analyze it for me. Gleam whatever secrets you can from it. And tell me what exactly this device is. What are you planning titan, is this related to your gambit with the Earth?"

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"I can sense them all when I probe your mind. It is like a fortress unbarred, and unguarded to me..."

MARK I's head tilted slightly at her words as he realized his mental defenses and psychic gates had done nothing against her. She could read him, like a streetlight under the midnight sky, his mind always colored green.

The titan's mind reworked and furiously began to work on new algorithms to practice and enhance his physic abilities before finally doing the unexpected in her presence. For once, he simply stopped.

His mind opening before her fully, revealing everything to her in a moment of sudden vulnerability.

She would now easily be able to peer into the whole of his vast techno-human mind, though unbeknownst to him it wouldn't be anything new to her. The vast majority of his psychic domain an empty void with compartmentalized human thoughts and experiences.

Even the hidden vault in which V3's spirit was held opened up for her alone. The vault making an audible click in her mind to signify she had full access to it now as he seemingly opened himself to her fully. Dedicating the entirety of his being to her.

A strange emotion trickled from him and he knew it was misplaced but he simply didn’t care. Affection. It was as foreign to him as everything else in this universe and his mind reeled with confusion and anxiety

"What are you so embarrassed about? So confused? You are a soulless artificial killing machine..."

".. scarcely a half dozen warriors in this realm that could best you in single combat...."



The demoness' spoke to him, words of encouragement that seemed to bolster his attitude. Validation, recognition, acceptance. It felt good to the monster. He liked it and for a moment he seemed to relax, though he wondered who these other five warriors were which she claimed could challenge him. In fact he even wondered how powerful indeed she was. Though the thought process was swiftly put aside as she discovered the truth behind his "feelings"

She moved on him like a predator savoring a long awaited meal. She toyed with him, playing with her body in ways that made him feel uncomfortable with himself. Urges flashing red hot in his chest. Temperature rising as if he were some lesser mammal. A painful, cramping feeling revealing itself in an area he'd not once visited.

For a moment his hands raised, hovering just over her hips in a gentle embrace, not quiet the lustful sensations of before, but neither were they innocent ones. He stopped himself again lowering his arms, avoiding her touch, avoiding the embrace he seemed to long for. If she wanted to be touched, she would have asked for it and he doubt she would ever want that from him.

Deep down he knew what he was. A tool, a toy. To be used whenever, wherever and just as quickly discarded when the need was done. He was not "meant" to bask or relish anything of hers, he was allowed to. He would take it, as much as she would give and he would do it all in silence, like a tool should.

Though he choose not to answer her she would easily be able to read him now. His mind and the interactions within becoming clear to her at all times. Every emotion, every intent, and every thought.

If she knew anything about the biology of humans she would see that within the mortal's amygdala and hypothalamus chemical reactions would occur outside of either the control of MARK I or John.

Whether influenced at all by her demonic magic, unbalanced via the symbiotic relationship of Mark I's pairing, or any other strange relationship, this chemical imbalance had caused the creature to react. Forced it to adapt to its strange, irregular impulses in a way that it didn't understand, though she couldn't be sure if the titan knew of this or was oblivious to the hormonal effects, at least in this moment.

MARK I knelt silently near her eye level as she asked about the guardians and their balls. He knew very little on how the magical orbs worked so he simply allowed her to ponder her own theories, though in his mind he regretted not having found out more, having been so focused on his single task, his wish..

Raising to his feet slowly as he palmed the small orange globe he began to inspect the ball. Running his eyes across it, scanning it in a three-hundred and sixty degree pattern, his mind about to form calculations and estimate. He stopped himself, looking at Amatricina before place the ball back on it's pillow.

Hijacking John's mind, within his body, he manipulated the human into speaking the following words from deep within.

"Ball works...we..find guardian...Ask..him.." The words vibrated into the Titan's skin, the sound of his voice being mimicked from within until it came out through the skin cells themselves with a deep, gravel like bass, a product of the medium used to transfer the sound.

The demon would now know where the voice came from but another insight would be revealed to her, a seemingly trivial one, minor in this moment. The titan did have a "true voice" and he restrained it. It hurt to use though she wouldn't yet know why, his mind being singular, uncluttered and focused, nothing like a mortal man's.

Finally the titan's mind shifted to his wish and the device held before him, a soft glistening, gentle energy seemed to radiate from the device as his hands began to slide open a side compartment of the jar like contraction.

In his mind she would be able to see through his eyes and listen through his ears, clear as day, understanding for a temporary moment the entire interaction which took place between the dragon and Mark I, hearing the titan speak with his true voice, a booming voice, one that seemed to shatter and rend the earth between he and the dragon.


"YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME,
MONOCANCO, THE DRAGON OF VENGEANCE AND HERITAGE. WHAT IS YOUR WISH OUTSIDER!"
The Dragon spoke, its dark red scales and ever long body tracing across the skies, into the horizon. The dragon's own voice seemed to shake trees and part the skies above, his power so immense it seemed to alter the space around him.



"Monocanco. I wish the ability to rend and destroy the barrier between the demon realm and this universe. I wish to free those imprisoned by the gods themselves."

The dragon's snout flared with a divine, radiant flame as he snarled, home sized fangs barred against the titan, each one of them as big as the MARK I himself.

"YOU FOOL!!" The dragon snarled.

"SUCH A THING IS NOT WITHIN MY POWER TO GRANT, NOR WOULD I IF POSSIBLE GIVE IT TO ONE SUCH AS YOU.
YOU WILL DIE ALONE, UNLOVED AND UNWANTED IN THIS UNIVERSE. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW LOVE OR TRUE ACCEPTANCE.
YOU WILL FADE FROM ALL MEMORY AND ALL EXISTENCE AS PATHETICALLY AS YOU HAVE LIVED, DEATH WILL COME TO YOU AND IT WILL COME AT THE RAZOR'S EDGE!"

The dragon's words seemed to shake the planet itself as the corpses of fallen namekian warriors were cast aside in the distance.

To Mark I's surprise the dragon remained, despite his fury, the dragon remained. It did not make any move or attempt to escape, nor did it move to attack. It simply floated in the heavens themselves of this unnamed planet, looking down onto the titan with all the scorn and self righteousness of a petty god.

"MONSTER" The dragon spoke again.

"YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF MY POWER, UNDESERVING OF ITS DIVINE LIGHT. TAKE ONE OF MY ORBS AND CAST IT INTO THE SEA!"

The winds picked up violently around the titan, hurricane forces working against him as he raised a hand to shield himself from an incoming tree.

For a moment there was silence between the two, silence among the ensuing chaos.

"Monocanco" the titan responded.

"You are bound here, to me. I alone may dismiss you with my wish. You will aid me. You will suffer my command until I see it fit that you are released. You are now the slave to a pathetic, unloved, unwanted fool. You are bound to the will of this lonely monster and you will linger here until my tasks are made clear. You will live a life of servitude for as long as I see fit and once you are dismissed you will be summoned again to do the bidding of whoever demands it. You have no right to deny me. No right to a life of your own. I am the master here, now serve and obey. Do the one job your gods see fit to allow you. Give meaning to your existence."

The dragon's snarled slowly turned into a grin as he spoke.

"BWAHAHAHA, FOOLISH UNWANTED VISITOR. I CANNOT GRANT YOU YOUR WISH. NOW RETURN TO YOUR MISTRESS WITH YOUR CHAGRIN, TELL HER OF YOUR FEELINGS AND URGES SO THAT SHE MAY SMIGHT YOU HERSELF FOR SUCH IGNORANCE. WEAK AND LOWLY CREATURE I AM ETERNAL, I AM MONOCANCO. YOU ARE NOTHING BEFORE THE GODS"

Again a silence fell between them as the dragon snickered to himself, a mile long grin spreading across his face in smug satisfaction.

"Dragon...Slave!" The titan finally spoke.

"I will die before I fail. I will prove you wrong one way or another. Grant me death or Grant me knowledge. I shall give you this first freedom, this one choice as I suspect you cannot harm me. I wish the knowledge of how to destroy the barrier erected by the gods themselves. Tell me how to destroy or break such a structure, what must I do, or kill me now."


MARK I's mechanical arms fanned out wide as he spoke as if to taunt the dragon.

Golden lightning arcs, covered in a thin red aura pierced the skies, landing near and around the titan as the dragon's impossibly long body seemed to move with a lethal speed, shifting the dragons position so that it's snout fell closer to the machine.

"YOU think you know pain..." The dragon spoke as he gritted his long, powerful teeth. The sounds of his jaws making a noise like two tectonic plates scrapping against one another. The dragon spoke next in a low, baleful tone. Lowering his volume into a near whisper, though his voice still boomed.

" you know nothing. You think yourself so clever. I will show you pain monster."

The dragon's snout flooded the area with a golden mist as it spoke, a storm seeming to form within its own mouth, it's ki undetectable to even MARK I.

The dragon finally spoke. "Power of a god. Ki pure and untainted by mortal or demonic souls. It takes power so immense that even your body alone could not sustain"

A massive swelling of energy and radiance flooded from the dragon's mouth as he opened wide his gargantuan snout. The energy that spew forth was energy divine, magical, and overwhelming.

"POWER!" the dragon roared as his energy slammed into MARK I's body like a tsunami, blowing him off his feet and obliterating him down to the cellular level, his every fiber being ripped apart as it seemingly dissolved amidst the wave of force that seemed to wash over him and then after the planet.

One thousand miles and a few hours later, organic cells and pieces of skin began to clamp themselves back together as the Titan's synthetic cells began to recreate him into form. Eventually he rose from a blot of black, inky goo, reforming himself back to V3's form. A torso without legs and a single arm. A blonde haired warrior seemingly washed up on the shore to some random island, single volcanic island in the distance, smoke billowing from its peak, the memory ended there as she exited the dreamlike state she was in.

"Me...Trick...dragon.." Mark I spoke out as he pointed towards the device he'd held in front of her.

Godly ki flowed through its interior canister as a divine, heavenly light gently flowed through the composite stainless steel bars that held together its outermost exterior layer.

She didn't have to even ask as the Titan simply thought back to the moment in which he confronted the dragon. His vision reveled a brief moment where he was bombarded by a wave of godly ki in which the Titan had used his body to create a canister, channeling his cells and power into one, nearly indestructible container, perfectly synthesized to contain a vast amount of ki before opening it before himself at the movement his body seemed to disintegrate, the canister taking a severe toll on his body as its creation costed him dearly.

It was magical in nature, that much was obvious, though only slightly. The majority of its design coming from the titans own skin and bones. Crafting and alchemy, it would seem, was the titan's specialty. It became apparent to Amatricina now that his entire body was nearly ruined, even as he stood before her, though one would never be able to tell by the way he moved. The obliteration having happened before he was attacked by a horde of angry namekian's had attempted to finish him off for good.

One of the downsides to opening himself fully to her was that she could now "Sense" through him. In a way Amatricina could almost feel the pains, scabs, and tears in his synthetic limbs as his body struggled to heal the magically damaged sections of his body without complaint or regret for what he'd done.

He killed them. He did it because they were going to hurt him. Because there was no other way. They were good people, innocents, wholesome. Living in cohesive family units, tribes of brothers. He enjoyed the act of killing, murder and battle, but he did not like killing them, and this is where the lines between he and V3 seemed to blur. The two ideologies mixing into a confusing knot, a tangled mess where two minds merged and seemed to fuse. It caused grief, confusion and pain. It caused pain. It caused joy. He loved it and he hated it.
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Meanwhile, in the Titan's mind, in code.

A series of endless numbers and signs ran through the mechanical sections of MARK I's mind as he simultaneously managed his more machine like side by his organic components.

“Mark I, could you tell me whether having emotions is beneficial?..."

P.O.Ps would quickly respond to Petey's inquery in his usual chipper attitude, which he'd somehow managed to encode.

"Dear girl! It is not beneficial at all?! My master is very frequently burdened by the petty and trivial emotional outburst of a human, yet he yields none of their needs. Imagine phantom limb syndrome, if you will. Imagine an itch upon a limb that does not exist!"

He let his words sink in for a microcosm of a second, an brief moment in time, nearly immeasurable to others but long enough between the two A.I's

"Exactly! There's nothing you can do about that!...well besides a trick with mirrors but you get the point ol'girl! It is by no means of any benefit to anyone here, if you truly must know...though I'm not sure why you would ask but who am I to judge!"

He encoded a sly grin at the end of each sentence as they spoke, his mond creating a game of pong, chess, checkers, go, and something called a "M.O.B.A" That last one was new to pops but it seemed like a popular type of game to play these days. Challenging Petey to all games at once as they conversed with eachother.

Petey's information reach MARK I's mind in no time as he converesed with Ama but Petey's was a bit late and her assumption of a bit off. He choose not to correct her, the titan not wanting to interact with the A.I directly, placing a firewall and several other defenses around his mind to the affect of an A.I. In this moment of vulnerability, he would not suffer any kind of risk to his network or integrated systems.

The dragon it seemed, based on the titan's own gambit and this new information, could take very little action of its own will. A true slave to those who summon him, imbued with fantastic power, yet unable to act of its own, a pathetic overpowered lizard. A chicken without it wings, legs, or feathers and an affinity for magic tricks, eventually Pops would dare to share this guess with Dain's A.I, though he left out the part about magical chickens, when speaking of a godly dragon, he wagered, one should have manners.

W.C: 2828/ T.W.C: 7823/ Dain Sincara @amatricina

The dragon was wrong. She hadn't lashed out. She didn't strike him down or even attack. No scorn or punishment came as he revealed himself to the Demoness'. Instead a kind of reciprocated affection. One that stunned and gave him great pause. If this was another ploy or game than she'd won but it made no sense. She already knew, she finally knew and a great weight seemed lifted from the titan's shoulders.

His skin seemed to vibrate in tune to a song of relief and relaxation as he she touched him in ways he'd never been touched before. He could feel her in his mind, she probed him with a speed and grace, as if she'd done this before, many times before. Moving along his mental prison as if she'd designed it herself. He had struggled to fight the urge to write contingencies in her wake. Lines of code, millions upon millions being written and deleted in the blink of an eye as he attempted to relax and let her in.


"I have never known a mortal to seek to free the Demon Realm"
"Why Mark I? What compels you to pursue that goal?"

The titan stopped to think of his next answer. He didn't want to tell her the truth, not the whole truth but he'd opened himself to her and she'd know if he lied now. If he hid something from her. His eyes shimmered in a kind of soft innocent glow.

"Make. Ama, happy."

His skin seemed to dance to a rhythm of bliss as he pointed to himself displaying a complexity in his body language that had always been there yet barely noticed until now. There was a shyness in it, the way he pointed towards himself, and the way his skin seemed to crawl. The kind he punctuated by the fact that it seemed an unintentional one.


"You seek my affection don't you. Well, Mark I... You have found one way to earn my warmth."

To this the titan slowly nodded his head in agreement. His skin doing its best to absorb and maintain the literal heat radiating from her body, containing it, cultivating it deep within himself.

"To what end do you plan to use it, My Champion?"

Mark I looked at the device as his hands reached out slowly to grasp it. Failing to do so should she refuse him. He would clasp the canister and twist its top and bottom half, the device slowly condensing and making a strange mechanical sound as it seemed to wind up and start to tick. It was a like a type bomb, no a warhead of sorts, and it was primed now. Filled with godly energy and power.

He then would open up his chest cavity to reveal the actual psychical body of John, the man. His own human chest baring an opened wound where metal and armor had once been. Mark one slowly brought the device into himself, slowly apply pressure into the chest cavity until the metal gave way. He stuffed the device into the man and then rapidly removed his own arm, chest closing in behind him.


A flash of power and energy radiated from within him now as his eyes and skin turned into a golden color. His body seeming to glow and grow in power and mass as a great energy flowed through him, despite this seemingly massive increase of power, its touch was gentle, the titan's aura not harming or tearing the ship apart has his power level could now be felt as it spiked dramatically into the millions.

This ki would never have interacted or influence the titan's own body, yet within that of John's, a mortal, it seemed he could use it as a battery of sorts. Using the mortal's own body as a conduit to power himself.

The titan's fist now glowed with an intense bright light as he clenched them shut, radiating a pure, heavenly power that seemed to imbue him with strength. His radiated with power as manipulated the ki in and out of his being. It was easy to manipulate, the ki flowing through his body with an ease and grace he wasn't used to. It seemed to react on its own as he wielded it, much like his own skin and cells, the power took on a mind of its own.

He reached into himself as he disarmed the device and slowly pulled it out, placing it on a nearby table, his long arms easily reaching across the room in an eerie manner as he placed the device down gently.

… Mortal?" The titan spoke and for the first time he sounded confused, unsure of his words as he spoke them.

"What. Happens. When. We. Die?" He spoke slowly, pain in each word, pausing so as to form a full sentence.

"Can. I. Die?"

The words came out and it occurred to him that the titan had never stopped to think of his own demise, yet the dragon's words still etched into his memories.

His very Nature seemed to refuse him the release of death and he'd been fighting for so long, against so much he'd forgotten even why he started. Where he was from? What was he? Survival was his nature. Adaptation was his weapon what set him apart. He would go into battles with or without fear and always come out stronger, more resolute than before. He would constantly enhance himself, using every encounter to build upon his strengths and cover up his weaknesses but why?

He almost seemed to fear death but not battle, never that. It was the question. Where would he go? What happens to a machine, and alien Virus from a separate universe when it dies?

HE didn’t know. Couldn't know. So he did what he always did with questions and worries he couldn't solve, he filed them away, knowing his Mistress would be displeased if he lingered on them for long. Though the question had been asked, nothing he could do about that, he had been getting sloppy lately. He had made yet another "Impulse" action, asking her a question he likely shouldn't have.

"you will need both clarity of body and mind. Have I made myself clear?"

Again he nodded his head in understanding as he turned away from her and began to walk towards the corner of the room, where few beings lay. He seemed awkward and out of place as he slowly lowered himself to the floor, crossing his legs into a meditative stance. He barely fit in the space as his eyes seemed to entered a powered down state, his head slowly lowering itself, automatic and robotic functions all but coming to a complete stop as the two minds within the body eventually came to a stillness, the rhythm of his skin swaying to concentration and peace.


W.C: 1146/ T.W.C:8969/ @amatricina Dain Sincara

Amatricina watched with macabre fascination as the split open its chest, revealing the helpless mortal trapped within it. To her surprise, the Mark I forced his newly crafted reservoir of godly ki into the Johnny warrior within him. The transformation that followed was not a physically drastic one, but it was intense in both power and possibilities. The Mark I radiated godly ki, the very energy had stolen with his ruse from the Eternal Dragon. His power level was now capable of being sensed to Amatricina, as all godly ki could be. It was immense, almost quintuple what Kamui's had been when he was bested by the Mark I in their fated battle. In a few brief moments the effect was done, the armored titan defusing his newfound power as he removed the arcane battery of godly ki he had created. "Impress, Mark I. Most impressive." Amatricina responded simply, ideas already running through her sinister thoughts.

The demoness gazed up at her titan, "You learn quickly then, my Everchosen." She stated simply to her champion. Its subsequent questions though, were the most philosophical she had seen the Mark I, ever. The titan was only now beginning to question its own mortality? Why? Had its brushes with death struck fear into the Mark I? Did it have plans that would jeopardize its life? Did it know fear, within its artificial mind? Questions for the ages; Amatricina would ask it at a later date, as they meditated together. She raised a slender hand to her chin, rubbing it slightly as she closed her eyes. "Yes. Mortals. Beings of neither divine nor demonic nature. The middling, teaming masses of life created by the Kais to simply populate existence. The inhabitants of the Mortal Realm, otherwise known by mortality as simply 'the universe.' Though that term fails to encompass realms beyond the physical plane."

Amatricina drew in her legs into a meditative pose, hovering off the ground as she spoke. This would be a long and very definitive explanation. She would at least be comfortable for it. She cleared her throat and continued speaking to the titan. "Can you die? I should think yes. Can I die? Yes. My heart can stop beating, my body can be destroyed, my vital functions can cease. My soul is then ejected from my body, or it simply exists after my body is destroyed utterly. As for you, let me ask you... can an inorganic life form die? I should think yes. A star can die, collapsing into a black hole or simply burning out like a living being dying of old age. Can a fire die? Yes, if quenched or denied fuel or air. Therefore, you can die. Your body can cease functioning, or every single piece of it can be destroyed utterly."

Cold red eyes looked up to the Mark I, Amatricina deigned to hover to meet it at eye level while she spoke. "What happens you die? You are an artificial life form, you lack a soul... though the Johnny mortal within you has one. When he dies, he will go to Other World, the after life. There he will be judged by the great King Yemma, who's task it is to forever administrate the souls of the dead. If he is found worthy, he will go to Heaven to rest eternal among the rest of the noble dead. If he is found lacking, he will be cast down to the pits of Hell to suffer eternal. There he will be endlessly tortured by the ogres who act as jailers of the realm." Amatricina sighed, thinking of the next part of her explanation. "And when I die, I will go to the deepest, darkest, coldest parts of Hell. The Freezing Tundra of Hell, kept in a prison of soul binding ice. A place reserved for only the worst of creations' greatest evils. It is where all my kind must go when we die. It is why beloved parents now rest." Amatricina clenched her fist, Dark Energy crackling from it as she grit her teeth. "Unless I slay the Kais, and liberate Hell. Then my purpose shall be finished, and my kind can rule over the universe eternal." The demoness breathed out, thick black smoke pouring from her mouth as she did.

With her explanation complete, Amatricina simply began her own meditation, as had the Mark I. She needed to think on her great purpose, and how much closer she had come to achieving it. Moreover, she was still patiently waiting for Sincara's return. Her long speech on mortality and death had her eager to unlock the power of the Dragonballs. The longer she waited, the worse it was. Time suddenly felt greatly of the essence for a being so long lived as a demon. Amatricina's eyes opened wide when her other, less existential Champion returned. He stun of blood and battle, death wafted off him like an ever familiar perfume. Amatricina growled slightly as she looked upon him. "You are late, Saiyan. I imagine you ran into... complications?" Her eyes wandered to the Dragonballs in hand, and her scowl shifted into the faintest of smiles. "But... I see you are triumphant, so all is forgiven."

With that Amatricina rose to her feet, sashaying slowly to Dain Sincara with her signature sway of her childbearing hips. She drew close to him, her bust inches away from his battle ravaged chest as she placed a point finger under his chin and tilted his gaze to meet hers. "There is something else you can do for me Sincara. You can stay right here, and watch..." The demon's smile widened, revealing her pearl white fangs. She placed her other hand on Dain's bare chest, palm glowing bright with crimson energy. It held a soothing warmth to it, like a hot spring or a warm campfire. "But first, a token of my gratitude." With that demonic energy flowed into Sincara, coursing through his body to mend his assortment of wounds. Cuts were cauterized shut, bruises unmade, damage mended. Once finished Amatricina withdrew her hand, Dark Energy crackling in her grip as Sincara was bathed in an ebony light. In a flash of darkness his armor was restored to full by Amatricina's Dark Magic. "You can show me the forges at a later date. Today, we claim my destiny."

Amatricina then drew away quickly, turning to inspect her Dragonballs. They were almost all assembled at last. "Sincara, Petey, whichever one of you can do it quicker. Retrieve the rest of the Dragonballs from the vault. I want them assembled at once. We have an Eternal Dragon to meet." Her command issued, Amatricina let out a haughty cackle, one hand on her hip as she clenched her other tight around the Five Star Dragonball. The first one she'd claimed, found shortly after her encounter with the knight Sir Gallius. It would always be the most dear to her, and now it would be the keystone of the next phase of her dark ambitions. Let the universe tremble before Amatricina the Avaricious!

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