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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2019 11:54:30 GMT -5
PLANET GENESIS, Moon Athena Orbiting around Athena...They were an infestation of dire proportions. If only the great Galactic Tyrant had finished them off when he destroyed Planet Vegeta so many centuries ago. But much like any infestation, a small remnant still remained. More than a remnant, when Prince Vegeta recruited those from Universe 6 to help repopulate their universe. Often they came so close, only to fall just shy of total victory. But the Final Contingency would not be denied. Saiyans and their total eradication would soon be at hand. Even if she had to fire the first shot herself. There was no given assignment this day. She was here as an Ultramarine in service to the Empire, monitoring the surface of Athena to ensure no illegal mining was taking place. By the second rotation, she was bored out of her mind. By the third, ready to put a bullet through the hull of her freighter just to have some form of excitement. Her comm beeped in her ear. It was a distinctive tone, meaning it wasn't a directive from her CO within the Empire. This was a personal, encrypted channel. She smirked, tapping a button on her ship's interface. "About time. A few more seconds, and I'd go insane." A soft giggle issued through the ship's comms. The voice was familiar, far moreso than any would dare to address the Major General. "Should I try back in five minutes?" "Funny. Report." "Nothing thus far, Major General." Papaya sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Alright. Keep me posted, Goji." The link was cut. Goji was one of many scientists that personally answered to Papaya. They were in charge of not only monitoring the many cybernetic implants she had in her body, but developing and researching new technologies to implement. Currently, they were trying to determine a way to allow her to fight in the vacuum of space without a protective suit. A warning sounded, drawing her gaze to the radar. A ship was approaching, and it didn't belong to any of the contracted mining fleets assigned to Athena. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Papaya sat up in her seat. Her fingers tapped at the interface, cueing up a visual. An unfamiliar warship, and an impressive one at that. Pressing a button to hail the incoming ship, Papaya straightened in her seat. "You're entering Empire jurisdiction. This is Papaya, Squad Seven, senior ultramarine of Unit 556 of the Galactic Empire. Identify yourself."
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 15, 2019 7:35:27 GMT -5
Dain was sitting in the command chair of his ship the Atrioch. Having made himself comfortable with a luxurious cigar and an extremely fine wine. It was his own way of rewarding himself for a job well done. The last mission had almost gone flawlessly and it made him even richer. Aside from a small scuffle with a changeling, it had gone rather smooth. He had brought the food to the planet and even managed to get paid double as he functioned as the distribution point, to ensure it was distributed properly under the civilians.
As he was doing that, or rather his crew was and a clone was there as a face figure, he had snuck out in his black armor and killed the current leader of the tradehub. After that he made a bit of money to create incidents that would help get the `right´ man into power. A small explosion here, a tiny riot in the streets, some scandals being revealed about his opponents. It worked well and three days after arrival, the hub had chosen their man as their leader.
The next had been a bit more complicated. Taking out the enemies fleet had proven to be quite the task for the Atrioch. Despite all the technology and power the ship boosted, the enemy fleet -even in it´s decimated state- was quite powerful. Luckily there had been a Ravager fleet nearby, stripping the carcasses of the last space battle for materials and technology. Once he had convinced their captains to join in the battle did not last very long.
He had even taken measures to pursue them a bit and cleanse their presence from the next system as well, giving the Gruk time and opportunity to recover and retake the space. All in all he had been payed quite handsomely, especially considering the fact that he had taken the time to plunder the vaults of the previous leader of the tradehub.
Of course eventually the alliance would regain it´s strength and continue the push. The might of several systems would eventually be too much for the Gruk. His intervention only delayed the inevitable for a few decades.
It was not his problem. His job was done and he got paid. That was all there was to it.
So he was just sitting in his chair, enjoying the moment of victory and success, as he was headed towards their next goal. He had been hired to deliver some equipment to the planet Genesis. Or rather it´s moon Athena. He was not cleared for any info, but the empire wanted some new equipment to be delivered there. Of course he first had to `acquire´ it from a different planet, which was why he was hired.
That had gone rather smoothly though, so now all he had to do was keep going and deliver it to be paid again. It certainly had been an interesting and lucrative time.
“We are reaching the moon in a few minutes. The automatic voice of Petey coming through the systems to inform him. Dain did not foresee any problems, so he simply nodded and took a deep breath of his cigar, before blowing a series of perfect circles into the air, before inhaling again an arrow through them. Of course for the last he had to use a bit of KI to shape it properly, but he grinned as he watched the arrow soar through all seven rings without disturbing the rings themselves.
Suddenly the holographic communication jumped up automatically. He had not called for it so it meant someone was hailing him. He raised an eyebrow, as he pressed the button to relay the message. “"You're entering Empire jurisdiction. This is Papaya, Squad Seven, senior ultramarine of Unit 556 of the Galactic Empire. Identify yourself." The message read and for a moment Dain´s face twitched slightly.
He was slowly getting enough of the empire having units everywhere. Not that he blamed them might you, he would have done the same. It was more the fact that he always encountered the empire and never a Saiya-Jin outpost. It also meant he had a lot of cleansing to do once he became king and wanted to expanded the empire.
As he pressed the button to reply though, he straightened his face and put on his best, most gently smile. “Hi Papaya. My name is Dain Sinclair and I am currently on a mission to deliver some new equipment to Athena. It is a pleasure to meet you. I believe you should have received word on this mission, clearance code Hacukato-1-Aplha-103C.” He said as he transmitted the message directly, complete with video feed. “Please confirm and assign me a location to land or dock. I am looking forward to stretch my legs and meet you.” He said with a pleasant smile, his tail wriggling slightly at the thought of meeting a new woman.
He had been confined to his ship for far to long and hoped he could have a nice dinner with a female for a change.
He loved Sly to death, but despite everything, the raccoon was not in his range of interest and a male to boot. Perhaps he could invite her to have dinner aboard the Atrioch and have a nice talk as they drunk one of his finer wines.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 15:35:32 GMT -5
Oh. Another boring transport. Her ship ran an automatic diagnostic scan of his own as he spoke, identifying himself as Dain Sinclair. It wasn't a name that rang a bell. Why should it? It wasn't as if she kept mental tabs on every transport that crossed through this airspace. That was what manifestos were for, and that wasn't her job. As he finished, Papaya remained silent until the diagnostic was complete. His ship wasn't standard. There were signs it had been heavily modified from the traditional class warship. Why a warship was transporting goods was beyond her. Seemed overkill. Papaya examined her fingernails in a bored fashion. Not as if they needed inspection. Much like every inch of her cloned body, they were impeccable. They did not grow like regular fingernails, and were far more durable. She supposed it was out of habit, a unique quirk from a past life or so she could not remember. She tapped a button on her console only when she was sure Dain was finished. "Good news. Your mission parameters check out. As far as where to dock your ship, you need to verify that with the transport coordinator. Open up a comm link, Frequency H2-081. He goes by Corbus." A soft chuckle issued from her lips. "No need for us to meet. I'm positive you're in possession of nothing I would find remotely interesting. Now stop clogging up this channel—you're just one of many transports coming in today."
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 17, 2019 7:03:56 GMT -5
Now this was a new one for Dain. Well at least in the recent years it had not happened to him, to be so coldly declined. Okay… so that might have happened more often, but not like this. The woman did not even regard or bat an eye. “Ah… but… Y-” He stumbled a bit over his words as he was completely thrown of his game. For the woman to not even know who he was… usually it got at least some reaction. Especially if he came riding his war cruiser. Last time he had tried to ask permission to land on a planet, they took one look at his specs and requested him to park three moons further.
In a way this made it all the more interesting though. The only thing that was slowing him down and stumble over his words was an internal conflict.
On the one hand he knew he should just leave things be and drop of the equipment. It had already been tampered with and altered according to spec from a third party. He had no clue why they paid so handsomely to pick up that equipment, let them fiddle with it and deliver it, but they had warned him. It would sustain all routine checks and inspections, but if drawn attention upon it, the ruse would fall through quite easily. So probably barging in there and trying to get the woman´s attention was a no go.
Besides he was a professional, the job always came first. Plus it is not like he would not be able to have female companionship if he truly wanted. He was rich, famous and semi handsome enough to pick up woman. Mostly the first two though. So he should just finish the transport and be done with it.
She definitely was not worth the trouble. At least it was what he kept telling himself.
Sadly the years had not taken the edge of one aspect of his personality. Albeit he had grown wiser, more patient and calmer, he could never resist the urge to cause trouble. It was why he was bound by no law, he enjoyed having fun too much.
He was still debating though on what to do. His finger was hovering over the button to open the channel to this guy named Corbus. In a moment though his hand switched position and reopened the previous channel. “Negative. My ship can handle that. -Petey make it so. Contact Corbus and unload.- I have been hooked up in this rust bucket for far too long. I would appreciate if I could leave for a moment and stretch my legs.” He said with a grin as he shut down the communications channel and placed two fingers upon his forehead.
A moment later he appeared somewhere on the freighter where the woman was located. Intentionally he had not teleported directly to her. That would have been too direct and not much like a game. He was simply going to have the stroll he desired and admire this freighter.
Scans might not have indicated anything valuable aboard, but one could never know. Besides his battery system had broken down recently and if he could `borrow´ a few from this ship… surely she could just order spare parts from the empire. Plus his actions might actually draw her attention.
He honestly did not know why it always excited him so much to do stuff he was not supposed to. It was not like he could say it was for a lost childhood, trying to catch up on some mischief.
“Hey ultra marine, could you point me in the direction of your engine room? I just want to… admire it.” He said with a devious grin after having figured out the ships internal communications systems. Or at least he hoped so. The ship was alien in design and for all he knew he could have just called his grandmother or released a pack of wild dogs from cargo.
Knowing his luck recently he would actually have managed to dial into hell and reach his grandmother. A shudder ran through his body at the thought.
Please, please, please let it be dogs or demons! He thought to himself as he suddenly heard a noise coming from the end of the corridor, praying it was not his old lady.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2019 20:34:50 GMT -5
 It should have been impossible for such a scenario to become plausible. Simply because it wasn't something people would do. No one was stupid enough to stoke the ire of the Empire, nor of its elite soldiers, the Ultramarines. This man, this Dain Sinclair... he did not seem the sort to take 'no' for an answer. Her lip curled into a snarl. She popped up from her chair, sensing that the figure had appeared aboard her very own ship. It was beyond foolish. It was stupidity in the highest degree imaginable. If there were a scale to measure the intelligence of such a man, Papaya doubted he would even register upon it. His actions were rash, reckless, and dangerous. And she would see him duly punished. She drew her side arm from its holster. Her steps rung dull against the metal grating beneath her feet as she stomped her way toward the cargo area of her freighter. There was nothing of significance on board. In fact, it wasn't even her ship—just one of a few half dozen Patrolmen used when on duty in his particular sector. Upon reaching the cargo area, she spotted the familiar figure. Raising her weapon she aimed it at his head. "You are trespassing upon Empire property. I have the legal right to detain you and transport you to Mitra for processing. As it were, I could hardly spare the energy of such a trip. So just do yourself a favor and get the hell off my ship."
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Post by Dain Sincara on Mar 24, 2019 13:32:25 GMT -5
Dain had to suppress a giggle -yes an actual giggle- when she was threathening to detain him. What was more was that from up close she looked even more beautiful then from across the screen. Surprisingly that thought had never even occurred to him. Yet here she was and he could feel a pang go through his body. She was gorgeous enough for him to admire. The fact that she drew a gun and pointed it at his head only showed how naive she was. Young, beautiful and naive. It was a good combination, yet sadly she seemed to be determined to be on the side of the empire.
Now he was always in for a good challenge, but this time he simply gave up. Dain did not know exactly why, but there was something about her that he did not like. Something about her energy did not make sense. He knew for a fact that he had senses it before. Not entire, perhaps it was just a whiff so to speak, but there was something familiar about it and not in the good way. It made his stomach churn and gurgle, as if it was reminded of something bad he ate.
That was a precarious situation he was now in though. Instinctively and reactively he wanted to destroy her and the ship, for reasons he did not even understand himself. Yet doing so who undoubtedly anger the empire and risk his mission.
Now despite everything he was, he was simply not stupid enough to risk everything for a single girl.
“Sigh… fine I will leave.” He said, actually saying sigh, so he could keep grinning at her. “However just so you will know what you miss out on, let me show you what I truly am.” He said as he closed his eyes and shut out the outside world for a moment.
The air around Dain looked almost serene for a moment as he opened his eyes. A moment of calmness as the Saiya-Jin relaxed and exhaled briefly. All the tension vanished from his body as he witnessed his surroundings. In that brief moment he could see everything, from the biggest objects, to the small particles of dust floating around. A moment of true peace, something only the great masters of their era knew. To completely relax, be one with their own senses and body. He could feel his own heartbeat, the pulsating veins in his arms and the warm tingling in his fingers.
“Okay, here we go!” He said as he inhaled and tensed his muscles. Instantly black KI began to seep from his body, like a thick black mist. A few veins popped up on his chest and his breathing turned into a soft grunt. The air around him began to vibrate, trembling as if the air itself was heating up around him.
At first it seeped around him like a true black mist, before it began to form into a swirling aura around him. The black KI lit up like a thousand light bulbs on a gigantic Christmas tree and a gush of wind spread through the area. A few veins popped up on his arms and a soft growl escaped his lips as he summoned his natural power to the absolute maximum. Of course that alone was enough to make most people run screaming. His long brown hair swayed softly in the air and his brown robe fluttered around him. “Well how about this… according to my internal sensors I now measure easily over half a million…” He mutter to himself with a pleasant smile as he looked at his own hands and the power he could feel rushing from them.
Of course that was not even a fraction of his power. His race had a truly frightening part to it. The ability to transform into a far more powerful form. With a soft grunt he clenched his fists, grounded his teeth and dug deeper. Inside him a flicker of a flame could be found. He extended his senses beyond his body, reaching deeper inside and embraced the flame.
As he grabbed it, he drew it out, feeding it so to speak and in an instant the small flickering flame turned into a golden fire storm. His black hair turned upwards and golden, as his pupils turned color. His muscles swell up like balloons and his power increased dramatically. The light that was released from him, blinding for a moment and as he appeared from it, he stood there in his super Saiya-Jin form. His very skin pulsing and radiating with a golden glow and a bright golden aura fluttering around him.
The entire hallway around him was twisted, squashed and flattened in a ball shape around him. Sparks were flying through the air where he had cut apparently though power supplies or damaged some systems.
“Well miss, now you know what I am and what I can do. Let me assure you, I am just as good on a date. So if you change your mind, feel free to look me up.” He said with a grin as he vanished for a moment, appeared from behind her, bowed forward and got a good feel in as he quickly pecked her on the cheeks.
Before she could react he pressed the button on his wrist watch and teleported out of there onto his own ship.
After confirming the payload had indeed been delivered, he punched the button, engaged the drives and shot forward into the darkness, racing away from the freighter and probably scornful captain. With a bit of luck she would chase him and if not, he would have at least drawn the attention away from his cargo.
“I love it when a plan comes together. Petey! Make me a martini and bring me a victory cigar!” He said with a smile on his face as he sat down in his chair, listened to the engines humming at full power, knowing they were leaving the threat far away.
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