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Post by Lute on Aug 30, 2018 8:30:26 GMT -5
The crew members began to prepare the cargo to be offloaded. The team was posing as merchants after all, despite Etohns not so subtle admission of their true intentions. The massive crate containing Yama's power armor was lifted up and set down outside of the ship via forklift. Only seconds the dock was flooded with native Tech Tech xenos. Each ones stood short of stature with bulbous heads not doubt containing massive intelligent brains. Behind the tide also lumbered a half dozen bulbous loader androids. Muttering and chatting in a very strange and alien language, the swarm pushed past Null and Okata and into the belly of the ship. Any idea or semblance of polite discourse before their invasion was simply ignored. They said not a word to the Saiyans, only speaking to each other in their foreign tongue. Many of them started to inspect the cargo containers and crates with inquisitive and greedy eyes. Others wormed their way deeper into the ship. Clanking and popping sounds emitted as they opened up panels and started to look around Ship inspections were standard affair in most space ports, but to the uninitiated it would seem as though the xenos were ransacking the ship. Above the docks stood a bulky Imperial Patrolman dressed in the ultramarine blue of Emperor Polaris's re-branded government. His face looked as though it were made out of chunks of granite and he regarded the royal Saiyan crest that was splashed in red paint across the freighter's hull with disdain. "Look what we have here. Bunch of filthy savages come to trade goods they took from hard working people. If this were a world under the Empire's jurisdiction, I'd send you packing. I mean, I wonder what innocent trader or peaceful village you jacked all that stuff from? Murders and liars, the lot of your kind are. Go back to your mud huts on New Sadla." Scoffing, the Patrolman turned away, holding his middle finger in the air as he disappeared into the crowd. Beyond the dock was the port sector of the city, a tight knit and claustrophobic nightmare. Bodies of all shapes and sizes from a myriad of worlds were pressed into a very slow moving river of movement. Hawkers tried to sell their wares, both exotic and mundane. Stands and stalls covered with tarps and canvases were erected along the cubed shop fronts and densely packed warehouses. You could find anything you wanted or needed, it seemed. The prices on some of it did seem a bit subject to any keen eyed buyer. The scent of cooking meat wafted through the air. Holographic advertisements danced across the rooftops. One such advertisement showed Emperor Polaris ( Legume), looking regal and heroic. In the image he stood atop the broken and battered body of Lord Glacio and held chains that were wrapped around Queen Radia, who sported a black eye and a pout on her lips. "Emperor Polaris is cleaning up the galaxy, bringing order and justice far and wide. He brought down the Frieza Force and has almost pushed back the Dominion scourge. But, he can't do it alone. Brave and valiant heroes like you are what make the Imperial Patrol. Join today our glorious Emperor in his campaign, and make a future safe for the children of tomorrow!" An android shaped like a an octopus floated above the mire, offering suggestions to any passerby. Upon spotting the Saiyan group, it would provide a unique suggestion. "Hungry Saiyans should visit Haggar's Pile. They have ten credit ale pints and smoked dino-ribs straight from Earth. Plenty to feast on. There are also fights every evening in The Pit. Check it out!" It showed them a hologram of a big bone studded xeno (Dodoria's race) beating on some humanoid creature with its fists. The clip ended with the Xeno lifting the humanoid up over his head and slamming him down on the floor, to a roar of excitement from the crowd.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 12:44:00 GMT -5
Null did not like this planet one bit. It was artificial, a broken hollow shell of what might have once been a beautiful place to live. The atmosphere was toxic, the plant life all but dead save for a few stragglers, and if it weren’t for the various bio domes, it would be completely uninhabitable.
To make matters worse, there were far too many people in the cramped main thoroughfare as the Saiyans made their way through the port sector. “Watch it!” Null shouted, shoving an ugly purple xeno as it so rudely stepped on his foot. He grunted, folding his arms crossly. “I’ve never been in a more irritating place in my entire life,” he complained, being jostled as a pair of loader androids brushed past him.
One of their trailing limbs whacked him on the side of his head. It was all he could do to restrain himself from blasting the damn thing out of the sky. He would if they weren’t supposed to remain clandestine.
Shouldering aside a merchant thrusting some sort of oddly shaped fruit in his face, Null pointed at the android spouting suggestions in their direction. “How about it, boys? We’re going to be here awhile anyway. Why not fill our bellies, sate our thirst, and teach that ugly bugger what a real fighter looks like?” He glanced at Etohn, then at Okata and Yama. “If the Cryptomancer already knows we’re here, why not entice him into a place difficult for us to cause a scene or set an ambush?”
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Aug 30, 2018 20:48:39 GMT -5
Okata would have to agree with Null. This place was a buzzing hell hole. He could almost smell the greed wafting through the filtered air. The merchant who had shoved their produce in Null’s face looked at Okata, poised to strike. As soon as he held it out, Okata grabbed the fools arm and whisked away the fruit. The merchant would begin to protest, but with a good deadly stare, the merchant gave up and walked away. Okata bit into the fruit with a loud crunch. It was sour and tough, but anything tasted better than those damn rations they were given on the freighter. He looked up at the Propaganda, it was insulting to look at. He himself could crush this entire settlement himself. And he wasn’t even a Super Saiyan like Etohn or a… Something Saiyan like Yama. He would yawn “I think Polarass has an inferiority complex. Wonder how many gold statues he put up” He would take another bite of the fruit as Null spoke “I agree with Null. Aside from the dino-ribs and cheap ale, fighting might be our best course of action to gain notoriety. This Cryptomancer probably needs goons or mercenaries to do his dirty work. We prove ourselves in the arena and we might just catch his eye” Okata would finish off the Fruit. “And to be honest, I would kill for a Dino-Rib right now. But that’s up to you Captain” It wasn’t just the food that enticed Okata. The thought of fighting after all this sitting around and doing nothing was exhilarating. Word Count: 262 Van Lute @null Etohn |
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Post by Etohn on Sept 1, 2018 16:35:05 GMT -5
What a place, this was. Large crowds of people, advertisements everywhere depicting anything between the latest hero-story about Polaris to mundane stores, and a bunch of people trying to sell useless things to people. Man, this really is like Space Vegas. Etohn didn't care much about that stuff, though. It was easy enough to ignore it all. What was a bit annoying, however, was how he received nothing on his PDA. Surely the Cryptomancer knows they're there, and yet they didn't contact him when he presented the option. Either they prefer to be more secretive, or they didn't hack into the surveillance, and movies prove the latter to always be false. For now, all they can do is search around for some way to contact the hacker. While keeping an eye out for something, anything to try and further their mission, some advertisement android came to the group and spoke of some bar with beers and a fight pit. As expected, Null and Okata showed an immediate interest in it and tried to suggest a mission-related reason to goof off there. "Hmmm...Sure, we can check it out. When we're there, though, don't join in on the fighting event. That would be a pretty good chance for for the Imperials or the target to try and start a scene with us at the center of it. At most, we can gamble on the fights there and see if our buddy likes to do his money stealing then." Perhaps he was being a tad overcautious, but the last thing Etohn wanted was this mission to turn into a failure, and entering a combat situation with the Imperials would do just that. Since the Cryptomancer is wanted for stealing money, and knowing the lengths at which people would go to get more of it, it wouldn't be surprising if they were set up by going there just to get them out of their hair. Turning back to the robot, Etohn prods it as he asks, "Oi, give us the directions to this Haggar's Pile place. We're starving here."Words: 346 Lute|@null | Van | Andrew C. Creed |
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Post by Van on Sept 3, 2018 15:03:32 GMT -5
Etohn Andrew C. Creed @null Lute
From above the group, Yama heard the distinct gruff tone of a soldier. "Look what we have here. Bunch of filthy savages come to trade goods they took from hard working people. If this were a world under the Empire's jurisdiction, I'd send you packing. I mean, I wonder what innocent trader or peaceful village you jacked all that stuff from? Murders and liars, the lot of your kind are. Go back to your mud huts on New Sadla."The tall Saiyan looked up to where the voice had come from and watched as the Ultramarine turned to walk away, gesturing rudely down to the group. Yama sucked in through his teeth and then spat at the ground. He certainly didn't enjoy being insulted, but there were supposed to be as inconspicuous as possible. The last thing Radia would want is for them to make a scene. So, that in mind, the older Saiyan just took a deep breath and then turned back towards his group. However, the group had already continued into the port. He followed suit, watching his group and their reactions to the sellers and patrons in various markets. Those coming and going gave no care to who they pushed passed or walked over. Their own destinations far more important than the commoner on the streets they inconvenienced. Yama must have looked like someone walking through tall grass with only their shoulders and head visible. He was vastly taller than most of the people in the cramped port, save for the outliers like himself. This, however, gave him an excellent vantage point. He saw the others gathered around a tentacled droid, but something caught his attention. A distinct color out of the corner of his eye. He faced that direction to see a glimpse of what he thought was the very same Ultramarine that had scoffed at them and insulted the group of Saiyans earlier. The white-haired Saiyan chewed at his lip, weighing the choice he wanted to make against the choice he knew he should make. He turned his good eye towards his group, all good men, and then back in the direction of the Ultramarine. A grin pulled at his cheeks and then he was off. One second he was standing amidst the others in the market and another he was sailing through the air. The large Saiyan landed with a thunderous BOOM that cracked the pavement under his boots and sent a small shock wave throughout the port. He rose to his full height and tapped the shoulder of the uniformed Ultramarine who, from behind, looked very much like the one who had insulted him and his comrades earlier. "My apologies, sir. I didn't hear your insults the first time. My hearing must be going. Old age, you know."He chuckled and continued. "You'll have to repeat that."
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Post by Lute on Sept 4, 2018 6:23:15 GMT -5
Intimidation [75%] F5LmWGdb1d100
Boom!Droves of people fell over from the pressure wave sent out by Yama's landing. Most weren't hurt, and if they were it was something like a twisted ankle or bloodied head. The sea of xenos clamored to their feet and ran out of the way, some screaming in fright. The other Saiyans--Etohn, Null, and Okata would feel the press against them as they were stuck in a veritable avalanche of moving bodies. The machine that gave them directions to Haggar's Pile puttered up into the air and zoomed off, wanting to be anywhere near the confrontation. The Imperial Patrolman turned to Yama, his rock-clad face twisted in anger. Upon having to look up at the looming Saiyan and also under the presence of his aura, one of his feet went back. And then both. The angry expression melted into one of terror. Only he was trapped, back to a brick wall. "Look," he said aloud, his voice squeaking a bit. "This is neutral territory Saiyan scum. I don't think you want to start stuff with me." A mere heartbeat or two later, an entire squad of patrolman materialized on the rooftops, standing with their arms crossed and heads titled. They were of an assortment of xeno species, but each wore the bright blue that marked them of the Empire. The rock-clad patrolman slid his finger onto a watch-like device upon his wrist and tapped a tiny button there. With his boys backing him up, rock-clad was able to puff his chest up a bit and take a step forward again. Although, it was done tentatively and for show. "We're here hunting for a criminal wanted by both the Tech Tech government and the Empire. If you try anything with us-" Tiny camera drones arrived next in the air above, each one pointed right at Yama's scarred and bearded visage. "I doubt Emperor Polaris ( Legume ) would be disappointed in us for bringing in a Saiyan criminal ontop of our intended target. The bonus pay will be more than worth it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 16:05:12 GMT -5
Uh-oh.
Null gritted his teeth, shoving back against the tide of panicked shoppers as they shoved past each other in order to clear the area. He could sense the arrival of several other powerful ki's, watching as Imperial patrolmen appeared one by one on the surrounding rooftops. All of their attention was focused on Yama.
It wasn't fear that Null felt. It was irritation. He turned to Etohn.
"I thought you said we were supposed to remain diplomatic?" He demanded, thrusting a balled fist in the captain's direction. "You tell us not to fight, yet the big one gets to start a brawl of his own? I don't think so! If diplomacy's out the window, then I'll just take care of that eye sore over there!"
Null thrust an accusatory finger in the direction of one of the holographic projectors mounted atop a tall building—the very one depicting the Emperor holding a sullen and defeated Radia in chains. Just seeing the likeness of Radia, held in such a compromising position set his blood to boiling. His aura flared to life, the concussive force knocking back several of the people surrounding him, sending them tumbling out of the way as Null shot off like a rocket, zipping through the air. He slammed into the projector with enough force to free it from its steel enclosure.
Sparks fizzed and popped from the ends of loose wires, which dangled like veins from the projector.
"How about we redecorate?"
Null grabbed the large steel orb and held it high over his head with one hand. Using his other, he flipped the middle finger to the nearest patrolman standing on an adjacent rooftop.
"You ought to thank me for getting rid of this trash."
Null smirked, playfully tossing the sphere from hand to hand as he taunted the patrolman, hoping to get a rise out of him. He wasn't going to let Yama have all of the fun.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Sept 5, 2018 21:13:21 GMT -5
Okata closed his eyes and sighed. Yama acts out against our better senses, so you decide publicly destroy a major piece of technology… Okata would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to cause some havoc himself. He couldn’t help but grin slightly at the sound of the destruction and angry Patrolmen. But they had a mission. Okata opened his eyes to see Null holding the hologram projector like a ball, teasing the Patrolmen by tossing it hand to hand. His gaze would turn to Yama. The massive saiyan was surrounded by several patrolmen. Those poor fools wouldn’t last two seconds. Okata would turn to Etohn. “Captain, Yama could take this entire planet himself. Null on top of it is just overkill. We should use this chance to reach the Haggar's Pile. With half the Patrol force of this biosphere concentrated on this one place, we might be able to catch the target before they can. He sure as hell isn’t going to be here…” He would return his gaze back to the carnage. “I’m going to leave before they think we’re with Yama. I’d rather not lead the Patrol to the target. Follow me if you want, if not, make sure to incinerate a few for me” Okata would give a quick two finger salute before taking off towards the general direction that the bot had led them. The Saiyan would lower his Power level as much as he could manage to keep attention away from him. He would also make sure to stay well within the crowds to further camouflage him from any perceptive Patrolman. 268 Lute @null Etohn Van |
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Post by Etohn on Sept 6, 2018 16:07:57 GMT -5
As Etohn was trying to get the directions from the robot, loud BOOM would ring out before him. Quickly turning to face whatever it was that caused the sound, Etohn spotted Yama looking down upon an Ultramarine. Before he could even process how bad doing something like that was, another of their ranks, Null, has an outburst about how their diplomacy was ruined, before then running off to ruin it even more, by ripping out a projector depicting Emperor Polaris of all people and taunting the Ultramarines surrounding Yama. Anger doesn't even come close to describing what Etohn felt at the sudden turn of events. First off, the Ultramarines were now pissed that a Saiyan would try and intimidate one of their own, meaning that it was inevitable that a fight would break out. On top of that, the newbie went off and decided to publicly deface a display of the ruler of the Galactic Empire, right in front of everybody assembled here, something that was probably a capital crime under Polaris' rule. The worst part of all, however, is that Etohn doesn't get to join in on the upcoming brawl. He would love nothing more than to piss off their Frost Demon ruler, to get their blood boiling. If he let loose here, he could probably liberate the planet completely alone. And yet, he had a mission. He promised Queen Radia that he would bring back this Cryptomancer, and doing something like this to endanger the mission would almost assure that they'd never find the man. If he had to fail, he would not have it be due to his own actions. Turning around, Etohn begins to vacate the premises, Okata trailing behind him and trying to speak with him. The Captain didn't hear any of it, though. He was shutting down his brain, trying to single-mindedly think of a way to continue with the mission. After pushing through the crowd, Etohn steps into a nearby alley, and after checking that the coast was clear, he types "Haggar's Pile" to his PDA. Immediately, the directions to the place lit up on his screen. With that done, Etohn begins sensing out in the direction of the place, trying to find an incredibly low energy signature, as ones of such a low level were likely plants or insects in that area. After feeling out for one that was relatively isolated, Etohn brings the index and middle finger of his left hand up to his forehead, and in an instant, he appeared there. Words: 421 Lute|@null | Van | Andrew C. Creed |
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Post by Van on Sept 6, 2018 22:41:17 GMT -5
Etohn Andrew C. Creed @null Lute
"I doubt Emperor Polaris would be disappointed in us for bringing in a Saiyan criminal on top of our intended target. The bonus pay will be more than worth it."Yama scanned the group of Patrolmen and then glanced up at the drones hovering above. Well, if a distraction is what he intended, he certainly succeeded. Now, if they were smart, the others could follow the droid's directions and find their target without being accosted by the local arm of Polaris's military. The burly Saiyan leaned in closer to the leader of the Imperial Patrol squad, still sporting that wide toothy grin. "Be hard to spend that payment without a head, yes?"Little jolts of electricity jumped around his body. He clenched his fists, more bolts shot out from him, striking nearby buildings. His ki surged forth creating an intense pressure all around him. He prepared himself. He'd taunt, but he wouldn't be the first to strike, not with the cameras watching. Yama narrowed his eyes, his good one never breaking eye contact with the leader of the contingent. And then something he didn't expect to happen... happened. Null launched through the air and destroyed one of the projectors, suddenly escalating the situation. Then to top it off, he taunted the soldiers. Yama shot the boy a look over his shoulder and then turned back to face the squad again. He offered an awkward smile. "Kids... am I right?"And just as the last syllable left his lips, he stretched his arms out and then quickly swung them back around to the front where the palms of each hand slapped together, creating a huge concussive shock wave that coincidentally sounded like a thunderclap. With surprising speed, Yama was already off of his feet and flying through the air. As he passed the young Saiyan, Null, he gestured for him to follow. Yama flew just slow enough so the patrolmen would be able to follow, but fast enough so that they couldn't catch him easily. He intended to lead them on a wild goose chase.
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Post by Lute on Sept 7, 2018 10:26:17 GMT -5
Pandemonium wracked the market below. People were pressing through the narrow corridors in droves. Those that could fly did so, taking to the skies to get out of danger's path. Yama's lightning only added to the frenzy. Sirens sounded in the distance, warning of an imminent attack. The Bio-Dome was a dense metropolis and millions of lives were at stake if things got out of hand. Yama motioned for Null to follow. But, before Null could drop the holographic projector, the rock-face Patrolman materialized in front of him. His hairless brows were drawn into a heavy scowl. Everything about his posture and body language told that he was out for blood. His name was Sergeant Bert and he roared in anger. Yama had intimidated him and all of the boys in Epsilon Squad had seen it. He had been their fearless leader since before the Patrol was the Empire. Back when they were all catching crooks and raking in space pirates the outskirts of the West Quadrant together. Bert had a peerless record of bravery. Not it was marred. Worse than the injury to his personal pride was that of the defacing of Emperor Polaris's image and the taunt that followed. The Hero of the Galaxy wasn't to be regarded in such a way, disgraced so publicly. He had saved the galaxy numerous times from threats few people could fathom. Yet, this little insipid monkey decided to mock those efforts. So Bert was ready to put on the hurt. Fist cocked he sent a flurry of punches at Null, high and low--he moved with utmost speed and ferocity. It was more than an accosting, rather a deliberate attempt to obliterate the Saiyan. Two members of Epsilon Squad moved in to support their leader, trying to grab and detain Null so that Bert could impose his wrath unimpeded. The other four launched themselves at Yama. The enormous Saiyan had some distance on them, so they created long lassos of crackling ki. Like the big Saiyan was some sort of bull, they tried to crush him and wrap him up. They would try to pull him back this way to slow his "escape." PATROL SQUAD EPSILON - BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Bonus Action: Activate Combat Drones.
At-Will: Sergeant's Wrath on next attack.
Standard Action: Imperial Wrath Rank 3 @ Null [Piercing][Barrage] | -10 ki
Acc - Bb35FyT41d100+40
Piercing Dmg - 4d10
Standard Action: Supression Manuever Rank 3 @ Null [Bashing][Freeze] | -5 ki
Acc - 1d100+40
Dmg - 2d10
Freeze [50%] - 1d100
Standard Action: Supression Manuever Rank 3 @ Yama [Bashing][Freeze] | -5 ki
Acc - 1d100+40
Dmg - 2d10
Freeze [50%] - 1d100
Standard Action: Supression Manuever Rank 3 @ Yama [Bashing][Freeze] | -5 ki
Acc - 1d100+40
Dmg - 2d10
Freeze [50%] - 1d100 [SUCCESS]
At-Will: Combat Drones [Sidekick Attack] @ Yama
1d8 direct dmg.
ACTIVE EFFECTS
None
UNIT POWERS
Overwhelming Numbers: +2 Standard Actions each turn.
Degredation: Losing quarter of max HP weakens the unit for -25% PL, -1 standard action, and 25% of accuracy. Area Attacks deal 25% more dmg to unit.
SPECIAL FEATURES
Sergeant's Wrath: At-will. Add one add. dmg die to atk.
EQUIPMENT
Patrol Suits: Passive. Negates 3 dmg from each Super Atk.
Combat Drones: Bonus action. Considered a sidekick. At-will action deal d8 direct damage to a target. If sidekick rolls 1 or 2 on the the d8 they out of fight. Alternatively, at-will can sacrifice self to negate half the damage from a Basic or Super Attack - 1/1 use
Medkit: Bonus Action. Restore 15 HP and 15 ki. - 1/1 use
Combat Boosters: At-Will. Basic Attacks have 40% chance to Wound for 3 turns. 1/1 use.
SPECIAL ATTACKS
Area Assault [Special[ - A Basic Attack that can hit any number of targets. | -1 ki per target past first.
Imperial Wrath Rank 3 - Barrage-type - 3 dmg dice - Piercing | -10 ki
Suppresion Manuever Rank 3 - Single-Type - 2 dmg dice - Bashing & Immobilize | -5 ki
TECHS
Evasive Manuevers (Sonic Sway Rank 3) - 1/1 use.
Defensive Manuevers (Deflect Rank 3) - 2/2 use.
Counter Attack (Clash Rank 3) - 4/4 uses.
COMBINED PL: 40,000
HP: 100/100 | KI: 75/100 | DEF: 70 | DMG DIE: d10 | ACC: +40
Haggar's PileAs soon Etohn transmitted himself to the place, it became abundantly clear why it was called as such. For the most part the Bio-Dome was pristine and well-kept. But, the pile itself happened to be one of the few exceptions. Everything around it was gorgeous, but this was a heap of junk at least two or three stories tall. Most of it looked like the rusted out hulks of appliances and industrial equipment. It was one part junk-yard, one part famous pub, and one part fighting arena. A quaint structure had been built out of this rubble. It was a feat of engineering, huge sloping roofs of welded together metals sheets. Not one panel looked to be the same, not one hinge or window the same size. The asymmetry was only complimented by a glowing neon sign with the name Haggar's Pile flickering and buzzing overhead. The wafting smell of ale and fried foods drifted out from inside and assailed the nostrils. Adjacent to the bar the wicked inventor had also built up a giant ring out of rebar and metal wires. A good deal of spacers and Tech Techs stood around it, cheering at whatever fight was going on. Everyone stopped and looked when the sirens went off across the dome, coming from the spaceport. Stumbling out of the bat-wing doors came a big gray majin. He was holding his ears and wincing at the sound. Until he saw something that made his tiny slits for eyes go wide and bulge in awe. Etohn was the target of this expression. Pooka launched over to him in a few bouncy steps, holding his hands up high. "I 'member you. Can I see comm now, please?" With mitten-like hands, he made a grabby motion at Etohn. It was as though a couple years hadn't gone by since their last encounter. It was like Pooka forgot about the consequences of that battle. Sirup had been blown to smithereens and they had been enemies locked in a titanic struggle. But, the fact that Etohn tried to let him play with his communicator was all he took away from that situation.
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Post by Van on Sept 7, 2018 22:35:28 GMT -5
Etohn Andrew C. Creed @null Lute
The Patrolmen were left largely unaffected by Yama's attempt to stun them with his thunderclap. They quickly pursued and caught up to Null and himself. While the younger Saiyan was being confronted, Yama was ensnared with lassos made of crackling ki energy. He ripped free of the binds and launched himself back towards his comrade. Just as the squad leader, Sergeant Bert was throwing the first of many punches, Yama appeared between him and Null. The punches thudded against his abs and chest as if someone was hitting a punching bag. As he was punching the large Saiyan with little to show for it, Yama was simply holding out his hand to the side as if he was waiting for something. When Bert had finished with his flurry of punches, Yama grinned that toothy grin. "Oh, that tickled."Suddenly, Yama's suit of armor and his huge war hammer came flying at them. The armor plates opened up as they approached the Saiyan and then latched onto his body and closed around him. He gripped his hammer with both hands as lightning bolts surged from the head of the weapon. He looked over his shoulder at Null. "Watch this, lad!"He lifted it over his head and then slammed it down in front of him. The momentum of the swing pulled Yama down to the surface and if it hit Bert, him too. The hammer hit and completely shattered the ground in a wide area around where he landed. Then a huge bolt of lightning launched up from the point of impact and disappeared into the clouds above (not sure if there actually are clouds or not, but just going with it). From the clouds, multiple bolts of lightning shot out, aimed at the various patrolmen surrounding them. BATTLE INFOPassive Battle EffectsNegate 3 dmg and deal 1 dmg back when hit with Basic Atk.(Resist, Indomitable, & God Armor) Negate 5 dmg and deal 2 dmg back from all Super Atks. (Resist, Indomitable, & God Armor) Negate 3 dmg from each instance of Direct Dmg dealt to you. (Helmet) Hits with 10+ dmg give stacks of “Endure”. 3 stacks = 15 toughness. (Endure) SummaryYama Intercepts Imperial Wrath for Null. Doesn't beat defense. No Dmg! Yama Intercepts Suppression Maneuver for Null. Doesn't beat defense. No Dmg! Suppression Maneuver targeted at Yama hits for 12 Dmg! Gives 1 stack of Endure! Deals 2 Dmg Back to Patrolmen!- Yama uses Guard to reduce that to 6 Dmg, then Indomitable & God Armor reduce that to 1 Dmg! - Yama uses 1 Toughness to reduce that to 0 Dmg! Suppression Maneuver fails to beat defense. No Dmg! Yama takes 4 Direct Dmg from Combat Drones! - Helmet reduces that to 1 Direct Dmg! - Yama uses 1 Toughness to reduce that to 0 Dmg! At-Will: Guard (-5 ki) Bonus Action #1: Intercept Bonus Action #2: Intercept Standard Action #1: Thunder Storm (-5 ki) Rank 3 Super Attack. 2d12. Area. Splash. Attack Roll: COOnR0KH1d100+25Damage Roll: 2d12PL: 181,005 TGH: 13/15 HP: 105/105 Ki: 90/100 Def: 80 (Base: 70) Accuracy: +25 Damage Tier: d12 Notes Endure Stacks: 1/3 Fighting Style Tenacious - Courage: Start battle with 15 toughness. - Mettle: Passive. Guard is at-will. Can Intercept unlimited times. TraitsImmortality (Cannot be killed) Resist: Passive. Deal 2 dmg back with Super Atks and 1 dmg with Basic Atks. Talented: At-will. Gain extra use of one Def or Utility tech you know. Endure: Passive. Gain stacks of “Endure” when hit with 10+ dmg. 3 stacks = 15 toughness. Indomitable: Passive. Negates 3 dmg from all Super Atks and 1 dmg from every Basic Atk. Alacrity: Passive. +10 defense while above 50% HP. TransformationSuper Charged- Condemning: As a passive effect any attacker that hits you with an attack loses 1 ki. - Resentful: As a passive effect you deal 1 damage directly back to any attacker that hits you. TechniquesThunder Strike: (-5 ki) Rank 3 Signature Super Attack. 2d12. Single. Seeking/Crippling. Thunder Storm: (-10 ki) Rank 3 Super Attack. 2d12. Area. Splash. Lightning Aura: (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Attacker takes 1 dmg per dmg die rolled against you for 3 turns. (1/1) Clash: (-25 ki) Standard Action. Take half dmg from Super Atk and deal the other half back to attacker. (1/1) Yama’s Hammer (Paparapapa): (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Summon sidekick that deals 1d6 dmg as at-will action. 1-2 on die removes sidekick. Can sacrifice sidekick to take hit from Basic or Super atk. +1 die roll w/ Portal. (1/1) Energy Shield: (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Gain 15 toughness. (1/1) Magic Materialization: (-5 ki) Bonus Action. Create an item to go into a gear slot. Replaces item. (1/1) Intimidation (Stone Spit): (-10 ki) Bonus Action. 70% Petrified chance. Petrified deals 3 dmg per bonus action used, for 6 turns. Cannot be reduced via toughness or negated. (2/2) ItemsGod Armor: PL +15%. Increase HP by +25. Negate 2 dmg from any type of atk. Helmet: Passive. Negates 3 Dmg from each instance of Direct Dmg dealt to you. Thunder Bolt (War Cruiser): 3d4 Direct Dmg (Area) (1/1) Senzu Bean: Bonus Action. Restores 15 ki and 15 hp to self or ally. (1/1) Trinket: Bonus Action. Remove all status effects. Gain 5 toughness. (1/1) 1d100+25·2d12
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2018 14:17:44 GMT -5
The hammer missed Null's head by mere inches. He bent himself backwards, wide-eyed as the massive weapon swung so close it brushed the tip of his noise. A sharp tingling sensation resulted, as if it were supercharged with electricity, zapping him in the nose. Not that Null would complain. The big Saiyan had intercepted, blocking the Ultramarine's vicious blows—blows that were meant to put him down for good.
Talk about pissing someone off. But it had its intended effect. Null was far more effective in a fight. He was not a diplomat, nor was he adept at negotiation. He was quite rusty when it came to using words and logic to diffuse a tense situation, and to be quite frank, the thought of avoiding a fight made him uncomfortable.
"You're one scary bastard," Null admitted, leaping backward onto an adjacent rooftop as Yama's hammer blow came down where they previously stood. The rooftop shattered from the impact, broken slabs of concrete spiraling into the air. The sky rumbled overhead, and brilliant flashes of lightning lit up the skies as it cascaded down around him.
At this point, Null would just be in the big man's way. Yet despite the obvious gap in power, Null refused to play second fiddle.
Retrieving a dyno cap from his belt, Null pressed the button with his thumb and launched it at the two patrolmen who tried to hold him down earlier. The capsule exploded, releasing a yellow gas that would induced sleep if they inhaled the dangerous concoction. It would provide him the cover he needed as he launched himself forward at Sergeant Bert. "You wanna see an attack? I'll show you an attack!" Null's fists and feet blurred in his furious assault, leveling punches and kicks at the sergeant, looking to teach him a thing or two about going toe-to-toe with battle-hardened Saiyans!
wc: 318 | total: 2,241 SUMMARY
Yama intercepted for Null, negating all damage.
No status effects inflicted.
Null attacks two patrolmen using Sleepy Grass.
Null summons four Energy Constructs.
Null attacks Sergeant Bert using two Basics + 4 Energy Constructs [augmented w/ PP].
At-Will: Sleepy Grass | 50% to inflict Stun.
Stun [50%] - yFDC6b031d100 success! Stun inflicted, 1 stack for 2 turns.
At-Will: Sleepy Grass | 50% to inflict Stun.
Stun [50%] - 1d100
Bonus Action: Energy Constructs | I | Summon 4 constructs. | -10 ki.
At-Will: Energy Constructs | 4x | add 2 1d4 to two Basic Attack(s).
Standard Action: Rapid Assault | [Telekinetic] Basic Attack | 0 ki. [+10 acc] [-1 dmg die rank]
Acc - 1d100+35
Dmg - 1d12
Construct Dmg - 1d4
Construct Dmg - 1d4
Standard Action: Rapid Assault | [Telekinetic] Basic Attack | 0 ki. [+10 acc] [-1 dmg die rank]
Acc - 1d100+35
Dmg - 1d12
Construct Dmg - 1d4
Construct Dmg - 1d4
***Sleepy grass reroll:
50%
1d100
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE - Reserved
Spirit: Max ki +15
Flow: At-will. Heal 3 HP or 3 ki to self or comrade during turn. (Can't be Incapacitated.)
TRAITS
Surge: Passive. Can restore 100 ki from Power Up.
Talented: At-will. Gain extra use of one Def or Util tech.
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
Kai Weights: Passive. Increase PL per post/200 words by +25. Also gain +200 PL when using MP to train.
Entangling Net: At-Will. 50% Immobilize chance. 2 uses.
Sleepy Grass: At-Will. 50% Stun chance. 1 use.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Judgment of the Gods | I | Single - Versatile - Cripple | 15 ki.
TECHS
Magic Materialization | I | 1/1 use
Paparapapa | I | 1/1 use
Energy Constructs | I | 1/1 use
Aura Guard | I | 1/1 use
Psychic Powers | III | unlim.
LEGENDARY
BASE PL: 24,175 | CURRENT PL: 24,175
HP: 65/65 | KI: 105/115 | DEF: 50 | DMG DIE: d12+1 | ACC: 25
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Sept 9, 2018 22:48:29 GMT -5
Well, that was fast. It was as if the Captain had ignored Okata altogether, and instead opted for action. Okata couldn’t say he was pleased with being ignored, but they had a mission to do. The Saiyan quickly ran after Etohn. He would stop every so often just to make sure that they were not being pursued by the Imperial Patrol. After a few minutes Okata would finally catch up with Etohn. Little bastard was fast... The Pile seemed to be the eyesore of this biodome. Rundown, unsanitary, and non-uniform. Even the fighting pit, which jutted out like a cancerous growth was a ramshackled piece of junk. Okata grinned. If they weren’t public enemies at this point, the Saiyan would have to return here for some drinks and fighting. Maybe even bring his daughter. Etohn had been stopped by an obese grey Majin, who seemed to want something from him. Okata cared little about the Majin, slipping past him through the doors so he scope out the place. The Saiyan’s stomach would growl at the smell of fried food and ale. “Hm. I’ve got an idea” He muttered to himself, pushing his way to the nearest Bar-top. Upon reaching it Okata would lean on the countertop and wave down the Barkeep to order. 213 Lute @null Etohn Van |
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Post by Etohn on Sept 10, 2018 19:06:32 GMT -5
Stepping out from another alley, Etohn gazes around, trying to find where this Haggar's Pile was, hoping that he was not far off of its location. That worry of his was quickly discarded, however. Standing out like a pile of shit in the middle of a pile of money, the bar stood proudly. At least, as proudly as a building constructed of junk could be. Random bits and bobs made it up, haphazardly thrown together with no sense of balance or aesthetic. This was probably the seediest place that he has ever seen. The perfect location for getting into contact with a criminal. Before he could enter the premises, however, a loud siren would ring out throughout the dome. Probably a warning due to the Saiyan terrorists that Etohn called his allies. Sure, Yama was strong, but numbers can be overwhelming, and he would also have to protect Null. How would they even get out of the situation they put themselves in, anyways? The young Captain mutters to himself as he ponders a strategy for getting his allies out of this situation without a hitch. He's forced to gaze up when some chubby creature bounds up in front of him. For a few moments, he gazes at them. His brows furrow as he looks them up and down. Whatever this was, they were familiar. Grey goo-thing, really bright clothing, a dopey look on their face. Their name was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't narrow it down. That is, until they asked for a comm. Slowly, his eyes begin to widen, his lips getting sucked into his mouth as a guttural "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" tried to escape his throat. His hands shaking, Etohn presses them together, shaping his energy in them. In a puff of smoke, his hands are broken apart, leaving a comms device laying in his hands. He doesn't know from where he conjured the object, or from whom, but he really didn't care. "T-t-take it." Laboriously, he presents the item to the being known as Pooka, desperately hoping and praying for the demonic little thing to be satisfied and leave him alone. Words: 357 Lute | Van | @null | Andrew C. Creed |
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Post by Genesis on Sept 11, 2018 9:24:28 GMT -5
The crackling lightning on the head of the weapon made Sergeant Bert's eyes go wide with terror. He glanced around to his subordinates and motioned for them to retreat. Never the less it all came crashing down, bolts of current flowing forward from the armored Saiyan juggernaut that didn't need actually need armor. That much was evident in how he withstood the first series of Bert's heavy blows in place of the insipid smaller Saiyan. Instead of abandon their leader, the patrolmen surged in behind and beside him in a combined effort tried to hold back the hammer, a tangle of bodies clinging onto the end of it. This was a two part mission, protect the city and shield their leader. Bert felt a lump in his throat. The boys had his back no matter what. A surge of adrenaline took him and he launched himself at the tip of the hammer, pushing both palms into it. Their combined weight and power slowed the inertia of the blow. But, they were sent hurtling in all directions, crackling streamers of lightning trailing behind them. Thunder roared across the Bio-Dome. Windows shattered for blocks in all directions. The buildings directly beneath the collision pint were buffeted by high velocity winds, scattering debris everywhere. It could have been worse, it could have been a crater with thousands dead. The patrolmen regrouped just in time to be clapped by some sort of chemical weapon. "Masks!" Bert alerted. The patrol suits had built in vacuum and enviro gear. Clinking forward on retractable slats, metallic helmets with visors encased their heads in an instant. But, it was too late as many had inhaled the gas before their seals were made. They choked and coughed, hunched over. Bert rose up to greet Null, the first blow striking him in the ribs, but the second he caught in his hand. Still--his arm jerked back from the force of it. "There are innocent people here. You Dominion bastards are worse than I thought." He pushed away and formed up with the others. "We have to bring these two down before they harm the citizenry of Tech Tech. We have to go all out!" They flung themselves at both Yama and Null, attacking with a barrage of punches and ki blasts from every angle. Below the crowds continued to push and surge out of the danger area of the market. The drones converged as well, spitting hot plasma at Null from above and below as they swept over in a strafing run. PATROL SQUAD EPSILON - BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Yama: Resist deals 2 direct dmg back.
Yama: [Thunder Storm] 83 acc vs 70 def - 13 dmg. Reduced to 10.
Null: [Sleepy Grass] Inflicts Stun!
Null: [Basic Atk #1] 74 acc vs 70 def - 6 dmg.
Bonus Action: Guard vs Null Basic Attack #2 reduced to 4 damage.
At-Will: Sergeant's Wrath on next attack.
At-Will: Activate Combat Boosters.
Standard Action: Area Assault @ Null & Yama | -1 ki
Acc de_GOXKT1d100+40 [Edge 1 - +5 vs Null]
Dmg 2d10
Wound [40%] - 1d100
Standard Action: Area Assault @ Null & Yama | -1 ki
Acc 1d100+40 [Edge 1 - +5 vs Null]
Dmg 1d10
Wound [40%] - 1d100 [SUCCESS]
Standard Action: Area Assault @ Null & Yama | -1 ki
Acc 1d100+40 [Edge 1 - +5 vs Null]
Dmg 1d10
Wound [40%] - 1d100
Standard Action: Area Assault @ Null & Yama | -1 ki
Acc 1d100+40 [Edge 1 - +5 vs Null]
Dmg 1d10
Wound [40%] - 1d100 [SUCCESS]
At-Will: Combat Drones [Sidekick Attack] @ Null
1d8 direct dmg.
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Stunned: Super Atks cost 10 more ki. 1/2 turns.
UNIT POWERS
Overwhelming Numbers: +2 Standard Actions each turn, however area attacks deal 25% more dmg to unit.
Degredation: Losing quarter of max HP weakens the unit for -25% PL, -1 standard action, and 25% of accuracy.
SPECIAL FEATURES
Sergeant's Wrath: At-will. Add one add. dmg die to atk.
EQUIPMENT
Patrol Suits: Passive. Negates 3 dmg from each Super Atk.
Combat Drones: Bonus action. Considered a sidekick. At-will action deal d8 direct damage to a target. If sidekick rolls 1 or 2 on the the d8 they out of fight. Alternatively, at-will can sacrifice self to negate half the damage from a Basic or Super Attack - 1/1 use
Medkit: Bonus Action. Restore 15 HP and 15 ki. - 1/1 use
Combat Boosters: At-Will. Basic Attacks have 40% chance to Wound for 3 turns. 0/1 use.
SPECIAL ATTACKS
Area Assault [Special] - A Basic Attack that can hit any number of targets. | -1 ki per target past first.
Imperial Wrath Rank 3 - Barrage-type - 3 dmg dice - Piercing | -10 ki
Suppresion Manuever Rank 3 - Single-Type - 2 dmg dice - Bashing & Immobilize | -5 ki
TECHS
Evasive Manuevers (Sonic Sway Rank 3) - 1/1 use.
Defensive Manuevers (Deflect Rank 3) - 2/2 use.
Counter Attack (Clash Rank 3) - 4/4 uses.
COMBINED PL: 40,000
HP: 78/100 | KI: 71/100 | DEF: 70 | DMG DIE: d10 | ACC: +40
Meanwhile...Upon entering the pile, Okata would be greeted by palpable tension in the air. Half of the patrons were distracted out the window, staring at the sudden flash of lightning in the distance and by the raid sirens. The other half were staring at a confrontation at the back of the bar. Stone sat at the table, one hand on his beer and the other holding a massive blaster pistol. Some mechanism inside of it whirred aloud, an indication of it charging. Across from him, in a casual posture was Lord Fridga. The Frieza Clansmen had a half a body composed of interconnecting plates of shiny metal and glowing conduit. More of a cyborg than his birth-race. In the one mechanical hand, he held a broad rimmed glass of ruby red wine. "Tell me why I shouldn't blast you," Stone said. "Because, Earthling, it would be impolite. You're drawing a lot of eyes in our direction." "You're just Frieza Force scum. What do you want? Come for my head too?" "No. There's plenty of your own people trying to that. I'm here on behalf of my father, Lord Snow." Stone tilted the pistol up, slightly. "What does that bastard want?" Lord Fridga downed the last of the wine glass and let it rest. "For a wannabe space pirate, you're a little rude to potential clients." He stood from his assumed seat into a majestic five feet of height. He started to walk away, his metallic foot clinking on the floor. The silence continue to permeate the bar. Stone muttered, "Wait-" Fridga paused, giving him an over the shoulder glance. Stone holstered the weapon, the whirring dying down in an instant. "You've been in contact with a hacker by the name of the Cryptomancer, have you not?" Fridga said. "Maybe I have. Maybe I haven't. What's the reason?" "My father is looking to meet this man. Do you happen to know how to find him?" "Depends on how much your Father is willing to pay."
Pooka nabbed the comm from Etohn and loosed a happy cheer. He then plopped next to some junk and began to play with it. Not that he could do much with his big ol mitten like hands. Realizing this, he closed his eyes and grimaced as if he were about to defecate. His hand began to bend and mold until it took the shape of five digits--a normal hand. Cooing cheerfully, he swiped the screen and holo display leaped to life in front of him. Pooka was happy and subdued. For now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 15:42:46 GMT -5
It was pure chaos. Patrolmen were coming out of the wood work to join their sergeant in the apprehension of the two Saiyan "terrorists". Null had to consider the possibility that he had acted without thinking, and because of it, might have jeopardized their entire mission. The point was to stay incognito, make contact with The Cryptomancer, make the man a deal he simply could not refuse and get the hell out.
Instead, Null found himself being fired upon from all directions. Every time he evaded a swinging fist, a well-placed kick caught him. Every time he ducked the incoming fire of a blaster, a beam of crackling energy slammed into him, hurtling him through the air and into the outstretched grasp of waiting patrolmen, their expressions grim behind their helms, determined to bring down these fugitives.
They rained blow after blow down upon him, and without the aid of battle armor, he was taking quite the beating.
"That's enough!"
His aura flared to life, the force of which threw the small group that surrounded him backwards through the air. Bruises and welts peppered his body where they had assaulted him. His right jaw was swollen, and a cut above his brow streamed dark blood down into his eyes. But he wouldn't go down with a proper fight! Null threw two more dyno caps at his assailants. One exploded, releasing another round of the potent sleep gas—to catch those unawares who couldn't get their rebreather masks up in time.
The other contained a mesh wire net that crackled with electricity. For those too slow to dodge it, they would receive a nasty shock, feeling their limbs go numb and useless. Null took advantage of this and launched himself forward. Fist cocked, he ducked low and fired, his balled fist like a cannon to the gut of one of the men. Another fired on him, and Null spun to evade the blow, following with a stiff roundhouse to the head. He hoped to dislodge that one's helmet, force him to breath the gas, and send him down.
It would be one less angry wasp amidst the clamor of many stinging barbs.
wc: 360 | total: 2,601 SUMMARY
Null takes damage from Enemy Attack #1-4. 22 dmg dealt.
Null takes damage from Combat Drones. 7 dmg dealt.
Wound inflicted. 2 stacks, 4 turns remaining.
At-Will: Sleep Gas [Sleepy Grass] | 50% to inflict Stun.
Stun [50%] - I0|iQlT61d100 Success! Stun inflicted, 1 stack.
At-Will: Electric Net [Entangling Net] | 50% to inflict Immobilize.
Immobilize [50%] - 1d100 Success! Immobilize inflicted, 1 stack.
At-Will: Energy Constructs | 2x | add 2 1d4 to two Basic Attack(s).
Standard Action: Rapid Assault | [Telekinetic] Basic Attack | 0 ki. [+10 acc] [-1 dmg die rank]
Acc - 1d100+35
Dmg - 1d12
Construct Dmg - 1d4
Standard Action: Rapid Assault | [Telekinetic] Basic Attack | 0 ki. [+10 acc] [-1 dmg die rank]
Acc - 1d100+35
Dmg - 1d12
Construct Dmg - 1d4
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Wounded: 3 of 4 turns remaining.
FIGHTING STYLE - Reserved
Spirit: Max ki +15
Flow: At-will. Heal 3 HP or 3 ki to self or comrade during turn. (Can't be Incapacitated.)
TRAITS
Surge: Passive. Can restore 100 ki from Power Up.
Talented: At-will. Gain extra use of one Def or Util tech.
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
Kai Weights: Passive. Increase PL per post/200 words by +25. Also gain +200 PL when using MP to train.
Entangling Net: At-Will. 50% Immobilize chance. 1 uses.
Sleepy Grass: At-Will. 50% Stun chance. 1 use.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Judgment of the Gods | I | Single - Versatile - Cripple | 15 ki.
TECHS
Magic Materialization | I | 1/1 use
Paparapapa | I | 1/1 use
Energy Constructs | I | 1/1 use
Aura Guard | I | 1/1 use
Psychic Powers | III | unlim.
LEGENDARY
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Post by Van on Sept 12, 2018 23:51:31 GMT -5
Etohn Andrew C. Creed @null Lute
"Ahhhh!!.. HAHH HA HAAA!!"Lost in the midst of battle, Yama paid little attention to anything else. This was his drug of choice and he was flying high on it. The various patrolmen had them surrounded and pelted them with flurries of punches and kicks as well as barrages of ki blasts. The group tried their hardest, pushing themselves to the limit to put down the two Saiyans. Unfortunately for them, it would be no easy task. The big Saiyan shrugged off the attacks, none penetrating his armor and some flat out missing entirely. Yama just cackled maniacally and lifted his hammer up high. A gigantic bolt of lightning crashed down atop him and covered the surrounding area with blinding light. Then, almost simultaneously, a deafening boom of thunder ripped outwards like a shock wave, clearing the field around the two Saiyans. The armored Saiyan wasted no time. He hoisted his large war hammer up, the head of it crackling with electric energy, and then he slammed it down into the already wrecked earth below. It sent chunks of ground and debris sailing into the air. Another huge bolt of lightning shot back up into the sky from the spot that he hit and more smaller bolts came crashing back down, aiming to strike down the various patrolmen surrounding them. "HAAA HA! AGAIN!"In one fluid motion, Yama heaved his giant hammer up and then swung it down so it slammed into the ground once more. There was another resounding boom as the bolt of lightning shot up into the sky, calling forth the smaller ones to strike again at the patrolmen spread around them. The resulting trauma to the ground under their feet caused buildings in every direction to collapse entirely. People were screaming. Debris and smoke were everywhere. It was pure chaos and Yama was loving every single second of it. BATTLE INFOPassive Battle EffectsNegate 3 dmg and deal 1 dmg back when hit with Basic Atk.(Resist, Indomitable, & God Armor) Negate 5 dmg and deal 2 dmg back from all Super Atks. (Resist, Indomitable, & God Armor) Negate 3 dmg from each instance of Direct Dmg dealt to you. (Helmet) Hits with 10+ dmg give stacks of “Endure”. 3 stacks = 15 toughness. (Endure) SummaryThe 1st basic atk misses. No dmg! The 2nd basic atk hits for 6 dmg and also wounds! Deals 1 dmg back to squad!- Yama uses Guard to reduce that to 3 dmg! - Yama uses Indomitable and God Armor to reduce that to 0 dmg! The 3rd basic atk hits for 2 dmg! Deals 1 dmg back to squad!- Yama uses Indomitable and God armor to reduce that to 0 dmg! The 4th basic atk misses. No dmg! At-Will: Guard / War Cruiser Bonus Action #1: Yama’s Hammer (Paparapapa): (-15 ki) Standard Action #1: Thunder Storm (-5 ki) Rank 3 Super Attack. 2d12. Area. Splash. Standard Action #2: Thunder Storm (-5 ki) Rank 3 Super Attack. 2d12. Area. Splash. Paparapapa Roll: qOxBPaEg1d6+1War Cruiser Roll: 3d4 Attack Roll: 1d100+25Damage Roll: 2d12Attack Roll: 1d100+25Damage Roll: 2d12PL: 181,005 TGH: 13/15 HP: 102/105 Ki: 80/100 Def: 80 (Base: 70) Accuracy: +25 Damage Tier: d12 Notes Endure Stacks: 1/3 Wounded! -3 hp (2/2)Fighting Style Tenacious - Courage: Start battle with 15 toughness. - Mettle: Passive. Guard is at-will. Can Intercept unlimited times. TraitsImmortality (Cannot be killed) Resist: Passive. Deal 2 dmg back with Super Atks and 1 dmg with Basic Atks. Talented: At-will. Gain extra use of one Def or Utility tech you know. Endure: Passive. Gain stacks of “Endure” when hit with 10+ dmg. 3 stacks = 15 toughness. Indomitable: Passive. Negates 3 dmg from all Super Atks and 1 dmg from every Basic Atk. Alacrity: Passive. +10 defense while above 50% HP. TransformationSuper Charged- Condemning: As a passive effect any attacker that hits you with an attack loses 1 ki. - Resentful: As a passive effect you deal 1 damage directly back to any attacker that hits you. TechniquesThunder Strike: (-5 ki) Rank 3 Signature Super Attack. 2d12. Single. Seeking/Crippling. Thunder Storm: (-10 ki) Rank 3 Super Attack. 2d12. Area. Splash. Lightning Aura: (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Attacker takes 1 dmg per dmg die rolled against you for 3 turns. (1/1) Clash: (-25 ki) Standard Action. Take half dmg from Super Atk and deal the other half back to attacker. (1/1) Yama’s Hammer (Paparapapa): (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Summon sidekick that deals 1d6 dmg as at-will action. 1-2 on die removes sidekick. Can sacrifice sidekick to take hit from Basic or Super atk. +1 die roll w/ Portal. (0/1)Energy Shield: (-15 ki) Bonus Action. Gain 15 toughness. (1/1) Magic Materialization: (-5 ki) Bonus Action. Create an item to go into a gear slot. Replaces item. (1/1) Intimidation (Stone Spit): (-10 ki) Bonus Action. 70% Petrified chance. Petrified deals 3 dmg per bonus action used, for 6 turns. Cannot be reduced via toughness or negated. (2/2) ItemsGod Armor: PL +15%. Increase HP by +25. Negate 2 dmg from any type of atk. Helmet: Passive. Negates 3 Dmg from each instance of Direct Dmg dealt to you. Thunder Bolt (War Cruiser): 3d4 Direct Dmg (Area) (0/1)Senzu Bean: Bonus Action. Restores 15 ki and 15 hp to self or ally. (1/1) Trinket: Bonus Action. Remove all status effects. Gain 5 toughness. (1/1) 1d6+1·3d4·1d100+25·2d12·1d100+25·2d12
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Sept 13, 2018 12:51:40 GMT -5
Okata’s mind began to race as he overheard Stone and Fridga. This human knew the location of the Cryptomancer? AND the Frieza force, or what's left of them, sought this enigmatic figure as well? This was starting to hurt Okata’s head. The Saiyan reached over and grabbed the dirty glass mug, which contained his drink. He downed it quickly as his mind struggled to come up with an idea. In all honesty he was just going to the bar to get a drink and some food. As he continued to listen in, the Frost Demon said something that sparked an idea... "For a wannabe space pirate, you're a little rude to potential clients. Okata grinned as his plan formulated. Great deal of issues that could arise out of it, but given how badly things had gone before, there was little else he could do to worsen the situation. Okata stood quickly, placing his hands squarely behind his back in an attempt to look more “Official”. He would stride over to the Frost demon and Human with as much feigned confident as he could muster before stopping a few feet away. The human’s name was Stone, according to the mechanized Frost demon. He would take a deep breath, time to pull the biggest bull shit he had ever pulled. Well, hopefully. “Mr. Stone I take it? I work for a client who is very interested with a person you have had contact with in the past. The client wishes to remain anonymous, but has instructed me to extract any information regarding this contact. We are willing to pay handsomely for this information, even more so if you can arrange any sort of meeting. I believe you know this person as The Cryptomancer?” All that ran through Okata’s mind in this very moment was: PLEASE WORK, PLEASE WORK, PLEASE WORK! 309 Lute Etohn Van @null |
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Post by Etohn on Sept 14, 2018 16:34:11 GMT -5
With the walking natural disaster that is Pooka walking off to play with his new toy, Etohn lets out a breath of relief. That could have gone much, much worse. Probably even worse than what Yama and Null were up to at the moment, whatever that was. Probably committing war crimes. Shouldering his way through the door, Etohn gazes around the establishment, noting that the structure didn't look much better inside than it did out there. Through a nearby window, a bright flash of light emanated from its frame, and based on the booming sounds ringing out from that same direction, it was likely the other Saiyan's doing. He could only shake his head as he continued forward. The next thing the Captain noticed was most of the patron's distracted gazes towards a far corner of the room. Following their line of sight, there were 3 people all around a table. One was a Human with a bizarre weapon holstered at their side. Then there was Okata, saying something to Earthling. The third person, however, easily stood out the most amongst the trio. A body composed mostly of machinery, though the parts that weren't seemed to belong to a Frost Demon. The race was notoriously rare to encounter, but for some reason, this person seemed familiar. That's pretty odd, considering that aside from Polaris, the only other member of their kind he's met was back on Sirup... The realization hit Etohn like a freighter truck, forcing him to freeze in place. With a few confused gazes on him, he slinks into the nearest empty chair, forcibly keeping his gaze from venturing back onto the Frost Demon. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Pooka and that guy's here...Fuck. Both of them seriously survived Sirup?" Etohn quietly mutters to himself, trying his best to not let his voice be audible to the others. While Etohn, with all of his heart, wanted to stop whatever stupid thing Okata was likely doing right now, he just simply couldn't. If that Frost Demon recognized him, there's no telling what he'd do. Based on their robotic implants, they probably didn't escape Sirup's destruction unscathed, so they probably held one hell of a grudge. The kind of grudge to make them blow up the planet just to kill the target of their anger. "Please don't be doing something stupid...pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."Words: 393 Lute | Van | @null | Andrew C. Creed |
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