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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 2, 2018 22:37:45 GMT -5
Wild Space
Somewhere in the East Quadrant.....
Space. There was a natural beauty about it. The way the stars dotted the darkness like white dots on a black backdrop. People always talked about space being empty, a vacuum with nothing in it. Yet, Kamui never saw it that way. He always viewed space as being full as hell. Yet not with life, but with stars. Stars, planets, black holes. You name it, space had it. There was a tranquility about it, as well. On Vegas, he had found himself constantly assaulted by noise of some sort. Whether they were the sounds of blaster fire being shot from Arm Cannons in the street, or the slurred voices of a dozen or so Xenos who had had a dozen glasses too many. And don't get Kamui started on the traffic. Let's just say the cacophony of about twenty four horns blaring at once didn't do well for a Changeling's state of mind in the midst of meditation.
But here? Space was wonderful. It did wonders for the mind. And you know what else was great for the mind? A late night raid and a high speed chase through space. That was amazing.
The chase had lasted two hours so far, racing across several systems. Kamui's starship, The Rogue Phantom, had chosen its' latest target in a month long campaign for riches and glory. Having made a name for himself on various planets in the Northern Quadrant, Kamui had decided to expand his reputation, and chase bigger targets, rather than the merchant convoys or the pleasure vessels occupied by noble families of various planetary governments. And what a better way to say "Fear me", than to shoot down an expensive military cruiser? A rather shady source in Vegas's "Dark District" gave him a tip off of a foreign military presence occupying the Brench system, belonging to some small-time mercenary force from Hera. Something Kamui was sure they could handle.
The Rogue Phantom was a work of art. A beautifully crafted vessel of Arcosian creation, with more weaponry then there were people to operate them, and fast as hell. A recent modification to the ship that Kamui paid to have added in was what he liked to call "Parasites". What the parasites were were actually boarding craft, that shot with tremendous force from Kamui's vessel, with the intent of punching holes through an enemy ship's hull, almost immediately opening up to pressure seal the opening, to prevent leakage into the open atmosphere. The hatch would open, allowing Kamui's soldiers to successfully board, so that they could then take everything and anything that held any value.
Kamui himself had a crew of approximately sixty or so men, the vast majority on the...sketchy side. Recruited from the underbelly of Space Vegas, Kamui recreated hardened criminals, the type of people that have been on the streets since they knew how to toddle. The type of people with more street smarts than actual brain cells. While his crew weren't exactly the strongest group of scum in the galaxy, they were resourceful enough to get the jobs done. And of course, Arm Cannon Blasters were a lovely investment these days, and added a little extra punch when raiding time came. However, compared to the big time professional space pirates that tormented the galaxy's hyperspace routes, Kamui's crew size was less than a tenth the size. Thus, he needed every hand on deck for boarding when the time came, so Kamui had most of the operation duties handed off to service droids, specially crafted to perform the ship's duties, make repairs and work the controls and navigation. Of course, all this expensive equipment came form the pocket of his rather financially well off father, Lord Solaris, a lower tier noble class citizen of the Galactic Empire, and former Imperial Patroller. Solaris would never support such an illegal trade such as this, which is precisely why Kamui made no mention of it to his father.
But Kamui couldn't care less. His father and sister had shown their true colors long ago, and he wanted nothing to do with either of them. The only thing he wanted to do, was fuck up this cruiser.
"Lord Kamui, please stop daydreaming in the middle of a chase. We need your commands to avoid complete and utter annihilation." His second in command, Kaiju said to him, her voice elegant, yet stern, as if she had had this lecture with Kamui multiple times. Snapping out of his daydream, he looked to the woman to his left.
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Kaiju. His second in command, and a brilliant warrior and tactician. The woman was a Makyan, a rare type of alien, not commonly seen ever since the destruction of the Makyo Star centuries ago, which caused the death of the majority of the species. She was Kamui's romantic interest, as well as the Changeling's protégé, and as such was the only person who could speak to him in such a manner without severe, and most likely fatal, repercussions.
Straightening himself in the Captain's Chair, the near seven foot tall Chanegeling leaned forward, an expression of complete focus overcoming his features.
"Keep the droids in line, Commander. Keep tailing this cruiser, open fire once more when ready. Aim to cripple, not to destroy. Thrusters, enemy cannons, the usual. This cruiser has been able to avoid us for two hours now, and fuel is quite expensive. I don't know about you, sir, but I do not believe there are refueling stations floating around in wild space. Let's end this silly game so we can go home." Kamui instructed, his formal manner of speaking, compared with his smooth comedic wit, made for rather entertaining nights on board the vessel after a successful raid, when Kamui was in his best mood.
"Yes sir!" Commander Fritz said. To be completely honest, he wasn't exactly in command of actual men....more like he was a young Brench male with vast experience as a spacer, thus he was given command over the droids for navigation...and to sound off when to fire and where to fire.
"Open Fire! Cripple their engines! Leave them floating!"
With surprising swiftness, the droid officers flew into action, their thin fingers flying across their respective terminals as they punched the commands. Gradually, the Rogue Phantom's blaster cannons rose from their slumber, and focused on the retreating cruiser. Kamui's starship rocked from recoil as the blaster cannons opened fire, sending thick, concentrated laser fire upon the cruiser's thrusters, intent on punching through the deflector shields and destroying the very thing that allowed the enemy ship to keep on running. Once the ship was stuck floating, it was a very simple matter to extend the tractor beam to keep that ship in stasis and to launch the "Parasites", so that they could board and really get this show on the road.
Kamui tapped a button on his right armrest, bringing up a 3D third person holographic view of his ship in pursuit of the enemy cruiser. He zoomed in, seeing the actual lasers as they flew across space towards the other ship.
"Are you sure this was a good idea? This is a chance for good spoils, but I don't trust Vlad's information. Sure, we found the cruiser...but everything was a bit too perfect. The details were too exact. The situation was too set in place." Kaiju said, her eyes narrowing as she examined the cruiser that they were pursuing.
"I know." Kamui whispered, making sure Fritz couldn't hear their discussion. "I can't help but hesitate...but you know this crew. We'll be fine, Kaiju. I'll ensure of it. Next time, we'll have to decide on a different hyperlane. I feel like Vlad is trying set me up..."
"You're right. We'll be fine." Kaiju said, looking down at the 3D layout of the two ships. She gestured to the cruiser," "Now, launch the missiles."
Nodding, Kamui looked to Fritz and relayed the order. The Commander immediately nodded before yelling out to his droids
"Pulse Missiles! Now! Now! Now!" Fritz screamed.
A deep rumble sounded from Kamui's ship, as suddenly two missiles rocketed out from their launchers, ripping through space as it shot to cover the distance between the two vessels. The missiles were specially crafted with the intent of crippling ships, exploding and sending electric pulses and concussive force rippling through the ship's systems, with intent to temporarily scramble the ships' systems. More often then not, the ship wouldn't suffer anything more than light damage due to the power of the deflector shields active on most ships, but the least it would end up doing is deactivating said shields, allowing cannon fire to wreak havoc. Kamui was confident that the combination of a barrage of blaster fire, along with the electro missiles, would serve to do the trick.
If not, he had other tricks up his sleeve.
Tapping a button on his left armrest, Kamui opened an intercom channel, allowing his voice to be heard throughout his own ship, alerting his crew of the new development.
"Howling Tempest! The time has come! Gear up and ready your pockets, for we're going on a ride. Follow Routine Procedure B, and head to your assigned Parasites. We'll be boarding soon!"
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Post by Cam on Oct 3, 2018 12:37:44 GMT -5
East Quadrant, en route to Planet Cane (Cooler #45)  The Avarice was by most accounts, a standard outrunner class ship, built by the Capsule Corporation as a competitive choice to the Tech Tech alternatives, the ship handled well and since it was marked both inside and out as a Crusher Corp. vessel, Captain Oran and their crew--thirty six men to be exact, or two platoons, one of crew and one of soldiers had by all accounts, a fairly standard morning. Few people these days had the gall to attack the Crusher Corp. for fear of retaliation. Apparently Kamui and his crew had never gotten the message, the Xeno of Appule's race seemed entirely surprised when he saw that they were being tailed, and ensign announcing, "Sir, we're being tailed. Ship is unmarked in the registries, looks like pirates!" The announcement came any a few seconds before they opened fire, "Set the ship to jump to planet Cane! We'll lure them right into the ki storm, that's a war ship though," Oran murmured, "We have to move quick," And indeed the outrunner ship had faster engines and strong shielding, though it couldn't match the firepower that a war cruiser could, "Evasive maneuvers, open fire!" a pair of duel anti-matter cannons opening fire at as Kamui's ship gave chase, to no avail. There was a rumble followed by the ship rocking and twisting, gravity remained on though, some crew members were tossed or shaken from their chairs, the Captain frowned, demanding, "Report!" "Our engines are down sir!" The xeno turned to view his console, a live feed of the ship chasing him still reaching him, "They're not going in for the kill, they want to board us. Send out a distress signal, we're close enough that our installation on Cane will hear us," grimacing he thought to himself, lets just hope they make it in time, "Sir, they're firing missiles on us!" Thinking his fiery end was coming his jaw tightened, though upon impact instead of the ship being sundered in twain, instead power flickered on and off, systems scrambled, computers fried. The ensigns in front of their computers lurched back, "Damnit all," the xeno started barking orders, a hand coming up to communicate through his scouter, "All hands, to the armory. We're being boarded by pirates." Oran was smart, that's how he had attained his rank after all, a successful victory as a fighter pilot at Hollow had landed him his own command, small as it was, but it was still his, and he would be damned if some pirates were going to ruin military career or kill him without a fight, "Fire team six, meet me in the hangar, we're taking a walk." The ship was alive with the clamoring of feet. Armor was donned by mercenary soldiers, scouters calibrated, for those who couldn't use ki, anti-matter rifles, machine guns and pistols were loaded and optimized for accuracy. One might question why they weren't using laser technology, that is, until they thought about where they were. One hole in the ship could cause a mess of issues, anti-material munitions, while entirely lethal to a being of flesh and blood or circuitry alike, didn't have the level of explosive power a ki burst or arm cannon had, but they were far more accurate and wouldn't destroy their own ship should a fight break out. Locked and loaded,the captain and fire team met in the small outrunner's hangar, two ikondan iron wolf star fighters docked there. "Vac suits. We need to get to our communications relay and send out the S.O.S. signal to Cane." Seasoned enough, it wasn't long before five mercenaries were walking across the outside of their ship, making their way towards the front end to an antennae that had been scrambled, "Stay alert. They'll be coming in soon," Oran ordered as two members of his team began to set about resetting the relay manually. Once it was completed, a distress message would be sent, "Ensign Mallo, at the ready with that signal!" Oran ordered over his scouter. Oran was no slouch, nor was the crew he had been assigned, but they weren't as experienced as many other crews and didn't know each other quite as well since they were a newly assembled unit, he only hoped that they would fight just as hard as he had seen Crusher Corp. soldiers fight in the past.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 3, 2018 15:58:01 GMT -5
"Reports flooding in! Shields are down, tech scrambled! Engines are down!" Fritz yelled as one of the droid officers spoke of their success to him.
This was perfect.
Kamui leaned forward, his expression one devoid of any sense of victory or overconfidence in crippling the ship. Expressing victory this soon was just another way to let yourself fall off guard, and such mistakes were fatal in such pivotal moments. The raid had only just begun. Crippling a ship was one thing. Successfully boarding and overtaking the crew was something else entirely, and there was an art to it. Mindless destruction would only end in the death of everyone on both sides, since ships were vessels with enough firepower to blow everyone to smithereens, whether it was people or valuables. And the gods above knew Kamui needed both of those. He didn't have crew members to spare. And he was never one to waste the lives of people who worked for him. He would play this smart, and ensure that they got out of this with as few casualties as possible.
With a grunt of exertion, Kamui moved to stand up, his massive frame fully revealed. The Changeling was massive, about six foot ten inches. He wasn't super super broad and muscular, but his body size and muscle did make much more imposing, and the super sharp, midnight black bull horns didn't do much to ease the minds of people. Overall, Kamui was quite an intimidating figure.
As he stood, Kaiju immediately moved to sit down in the Captain's Chair and tapped the intercom button on the left armrest. Once the mic was fully up, she began to speak.
" This is High Lieutenant Kaiju. We have successfully crippled the enemy ships! On the Captain's word you will immediately disembark on your Parasite to blast your way into onto the enemy vessel. Remain with your Squad Leaders at all times, and fight as a cohesive unit. Make them panic. Make them fear the Howling Tempest!"
Even before she turned off the intercom she could hear the rowdy cheers coming from the men and women as they boarded their respective boarding craft. Sighing, she rose from the Captain's Chair and walked over to Kamui.
"Are you ready?" The Makyan asked, placing her arms behind her back. The couple made a pact never to show their romantic relationship public, for it would do no good for either. Kaiju would find herself the victim of animosity amongst her soldiers, and her effectiveness as a leader would plummet due to the belief that she got her position not for her skills, but through their relationship. And Kamui would be seen as picking favorites amongst the crew, and it would lower his popularity as well. And Kamui was not the type to rule through fear, but to rule through respect and competency. His pirates liked him so well because he was fair and effective. He wasn't soft, yet he wasn't cruel. And, he got the job done. The small crew had gotten some pretty good spoils over the course of several months, and people liked you more when you paid them well.
Taking a deep breath, Kamui placed his hands behind his back, watching the cruiser lay crippled before him. There was one final step, just to ensure there would be no escape for this vessel.
"Fire another electro missile. Send them into the dark. Then, prepare the stasis beam." Kamui ordered Fritz.
Commander Fritz nodded, before relaying his orders to the droids under his command. Immediately processing the data, the droids lowered their heads as they reset their targeting algorithms, and began setting the attack into motion. The ship once again rocked from the severe recoil as another torpedo was sent racing towards the ship, with the intent of sending yet another electro-concussive force rippling through the now unprotected vessel. Immediately afterwards, several mechanisms at the bow of the ship began to open up, revealing a rather large laser cannon...or what appeared to be a laser cannon. Energy began to coalesce at the main focal point of the cannon, before it fired out a blue cone of energy, meant specifically to act as a stasis beam, designed to keep the ship right where it was.
Looking to Kaiju, she immediately pressed the intercom, allowing Kamui to direct his troops directly.
"Before you go crazy, just a tip from your friendly neighborhood Captain. Be mindful of where you fire super destructive rays of energy, for we don't want to be sucked into space. Also, all those above a power level of seven thousand, keep energy blasts to a minimum. I know you all have a plethora of tricks up your sleeves. Use them. Now....move!
Even from his point on the bridge, he could hear the simultaneous hiss of air as boarding vessels shot from The Rogue Phantom, shooting across space. The boarding crafts themselves weren't ships meant to dock a hangar, they were Drill Pods. The drill at the tip of the boarding craft was specifically crafted to penetrate through the hulls of ships. The boarding craft's drill would open up once it broke through the hull, and due to the craftsmanship of the pod would serve to plug up the hole, so that it wouldn't create a vacuum that would suck all occupants of the cruiser out into space....not until the pirates left of course.
Twenty "Parasites" left in total, each holding two soldiers and either a Squad leader or an Assistant Leader. Each parasite boarding pod was paired with another, and the two were meant to break onto the ship close to each other, so that they could regroup and travel freely through the ship together.
All except Kaiju and Kamui. They rode in their Parasite alone.
"I'm surprised you're coming on this one. You usually stay behind with Fritz and Sansho..."
Kamui nodded, looking off as the Parasite shot from The Rogue Phantom, sending them flying towards the enemy vessel.
"I just want to ensure this goes well. And every now and then, a leader needs to fight with his men. It doesn't do morality good to be sitting back at base all the time. I trust Sansho and Fritz, they won't let anything happen to the ship."
Kaiju nodded, and they both lapsed into silence, both Makyan and Changeling too on edge to use this instance of solitude to have a romantic moment. This was business, and they knew better than to mix business and pleasure. Deal with this raid first, and then they could celebrate after.
Kamui's Parasite vessel was the last to disembark, and as the pair reached the last few seconds before the initial impact with the ship's hull...Kamui couldn't help but think about one of the real reasons he had decided to take an active role in this raid.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this mission. And he'd be damned if he let his men suffer while he stood on the ship. If there was something really off about this entire raid, he'd be right there with his soldiers, ready to fend his opponents off.
For he was Lord Kamui, Captain of the Howling Tempest.
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Post by Cam on Oct 3, 2018 17:27:39 GMT -5
The signal was sent, "Alright, squad, hold here," Oran ordered, the Xeno of Appule's race watched in anticipation, "fire teams one through five, we're likely outnumbered. We're going to fight smarter, not harder. Rig a trap in the main hallway, concussion grenade and mines only, we don't need to melt our ship, I want you all to pull back to the bridge, it'd be a death wish to attach the bridge directly, they'll attack other points on the ship and work their way in. Pull back to the main corridor, when the close in they'll spring the trap," the plan wasn't as bad as he initially though, Oran just might make it out of this, "You know what to do then. Fire team six is with me, we'll close in on their backside once the trap is triggered, Sergeant I'll be waiting for your mark," Oran speaking to his second in command, received an, "Affirmative," now they played the waiting game. Orders were followed, a trap was quickly set. The mines and grenades rigged, they wouldn't kill but they would flash and explode with both blinding and deafening force, once they went off gunfire and small ki blasts would be fired, while the rest of the ship's staff had pulled back to the bridge, ensigns and auxiliary staff carrying the standard issue Maverick Mark VI anti-matter pistol, three round burst and it packed a surprising punch. Oran had gunned down a Saiyan or two with his own side arm, though these days he had been learning to fight with ki, his power level at max close to fourteen thousand, he wasn't going to be easy prey for sure. Then the lights went out. Plant Cane, several minutes later...The Crusher Corp. installation on this planet was an old, emptied prison compound. It worked well enough, a courtyard that let freighters and starships come and go, it was one of the few safe place to get fuel in this sector at the moment, with the dissolution of the Frieza force, more than a few bands of brigands had formed, taking Frieza Force technology and then taking over villages, cities, old Frieza Force installations, though Planet Cane had been avoided, there was only one kind of person on planet Cane; the doomed kind. The golden Ki storm that had been sparked nearly five hundred years ago was slowly, ever so slowly, growing. In its infancy it had been big enough to do the job of killing off just about all of the strongest tribe of the Caneans, the Naga. Lizard men who stood nearly eight feet tall, were incredibly stealthy and had a firm grasp on the use of ki control. They had resisted when Cooler came, and Cooler had made sure his armored squadron had punished them severely. With the exceptions of a few nomadic tribes, their were no more Naga Caneans, only the smaller Caneans, though smaller was a relative term, a six foot tall, two hundred pound lizard man with a laser rifle was hardly small in Cam's opinion. He hadn't taken his flagship, rather the Emperor had boarded a quietly acquired Former Frieza force destroyer. It brought back memories, some good, some bad, but all things he never truly wanted. He had never wanted to join the Frieza force, he had been taken, but when he was he at least had made the best of it. He had killed many men and women, helped take several planets for the Frieza force and defend even more from imposing attacks, though eventually he had escaped. They had hunted him like a dog, how the tables were turned now though. When he had arrived, those few Frieza force prison guards who weren't dead flocked to the Crusher Corp, and he had accepted them in willingly, getting a base set up had been very easy, though he wasn't here to take planet Cane alone, he had come for Brench. He had participated in a fight against a fellow Leviathan Lute on the planet and it had attracted some attention, power readings there had detected a power level greater than that of a Super Saiyans, and Cam knew the Brenchians would be open to negotiation. The best laid plans though, "S-sir," a scrawny looking humanoid with brown hair and older Frieza Force armor that had a Crusher Corp insignia stamped on it addressed the Kabochan, "You can relax private," Cam stated, "At ease, I'm no cold-hearted Arcosian, what's your name?" The private snapped a salute before relaxing, "Sir, Im Private first class Naner. We just received a distress signal from the supply ship en route. It's under attack by pirates. They're within the sector," Cam swiveled around, "I see. Prepare star fighters, you must have a few sitting around. We're going to make sure they make it here and deal with these pirates before they get too squirrely. Send a correspondence to Brench, let them know I was delayed--technical difficulties, you know how it is," and it was made so. A squad of star fighters, old galactic patrol fighters of all things, had been fired up--seven in total, forming a flying V as they broke atmosphere, Cam piloting the leading ship. They were on their way.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 3, 2018 23:49:20 GMT -5
Onboard the Avarice....Several thuds could be heard on the ship, along with the grinding, crashing sound of metal crumpling and breaking as the Parasites pierced through the hull of the ship, bursting into the hallways of the vessel. The drill would then open up, properly sealing the gaps in which a vacuum could form. This action also allowed pirates throughout the ship to be released, the soldiers immediately fanning out in well practiced rotations. Their boarding positions were strategic, meaning to indicate the general area they were supposed to search and ransack. Since every ship's layout was different, the point of landing must be adjusted accordingly for each mission, and the spread out of each troop squadron was calculated and updated by Kamui himself throughout the course of each mission, most of the time proving fairly accurate, leaving less things to chance with his own soldiers. Thus, as each troop squadron jumped out of their pods, they immediately fanned out to ransack the place. The worst part about Kamui's pirates was that their chosen style of attack was in a manner that Kamui liked to call "Organized Chaos". Kamui ensured that every squadron was a cohesive fighting unit, learning to cooperate and complement each other's abilities...in the most chaotic way possible, to the point where most were convinced that the Howling Tempest were an absolute mess. But, it actually worked out wonderfully, allowing each fighter's unique talents to come to life. The order against high powered Ki blasts was not a new order. In fact, it was an instruction often given by the Captain, for there was never a point where anyone wanted to be sucked out into empty space, even if they could breathe in a vacuum. Thus, they were creative. --------------------------------------------  "Careful!" Lieutenant Kail shouted as he raced down a side hallway. Kail was also one of Kamui's most trusted officers, yet more out of association and length of service than anything else. Kail, like his older sister Kaiju, was a Makyan, and also a natural warrior, although his overall combat ability was only a third of what his sister was capable of, and his overall potential and worth to Kamui around that same margin. Of course, Kail knew none of that. Nonetheless, his squadron was currently running down one of the side hallways, leading to god knew where, but it was always worthwhile to leave no stone un-turned when it came to raiding, for money was everything when it came to a pirate crew. The reason for Kail's cry for caution was the fact that it was freaking pitch black (due to the power outage caused by the electro missiles). Each soldier was still outfitted with a scouter, of course, but that didn't mean that they had to throw caution to the wind simply because they had a visor over one eye that spouted various numerals above the screen when an enemy came into range. And it was good that he did that, for as soon as he finished speaking, those same numerals popped across his screen, prompting him to halt in his tracks, along with the rest of his squadron. Suddenly, six or so of the enemy crew emerged from crevices within the ship, opening fire upon the group. With a grunt of exertion, Kail flickered out of view, utilizing Rapid Movement to dodge the dangerous incoming fire. However, two of his six teammates weren't so lucky, finding themselves the victim of intense firepower. Coming to a rest to the right of one of the enemy soldiers, Kail plunged his fingers into a soldier's neck, his razor sharp nails puncturing the man's soft flesh, causing blood to spill past his fingers as he withdrew his bladelike hand. Noticing that he was on the attack, the enemy squadron converged upon Kail, whirling around and aiming their anti-matter rifles at him. Yet as Kamui said, each pirate had their own set of tricks, that didn't involve a concentrated blast of Ki. In a burst of concussive force, Kail's power level shot up to ten thousand and he stretched his arms outwards. Summoning Ki enhanced winds to his command, he quickly summoned a mini whirlwind in the middle of the hallway, the winds lashing outwards and knocking into the soldiers with the impact force of a truck. Soldiers were sent flying in all directions, landing not so gently on the ground once they finally lost momentum in air.  "Which one of you motherfuckers wants a second go? Huh?Huh?!" Kail shouted at the group of fallen, yet still breathing, soldiers. --------------------  Lieutenant Sansho and his squadron also found themselves in a lovely situation. The leopard-like Xeno was another early recruit into Kamui's gang, his history, and even his planet of origin, being a well kept secret from most of the organization, including Lord Kamui himself. Nonetheless, Sansho had proven himself a capable officer and a man of excellent wit, his counsel along with Kaiju's helped Kamui organize his pirate crew into what it was today. And out of all the squadrons in the Howling Tempest organization, the members of Sansho's squadron proved to complement each other the best. Which made this day a tragedy for the Sansho Squadron. Unlike Kail, Sansho and his men met little resistance on their rounds, most of the crew in his sector of patrol having already fled for the bridge. And the few that they did find were alone and scared shitless, allowing for easy pickings. "Hey! I think that's the armory up there! The boss better reward us for some good spoils! I'm sure military ships have good gear" One of the Xenos spoke up, a Heran male, dressed in what could be the sloppiest, dirtiest clothes man could ever have conjured up. Sansho nodded, his facial expression devoid of emotion, in favor of pure focus on the task at hand," "Yeah. Keep alert boys. You never know what could..." Sansho trailed off as he realized something. A strange....beeping sound, and a little red light that he saw out of the corner of his eye...to his.... Suddenly, the little beeping light became a bright flash of light as an electropulse grenade detonated, causing several more to explode in the same corridor, catching Sansho and his crew in a devastating electric field. The feline Xeno roared in pain as he fell to the ground, followed by the rest of his squadron. Like shadows in the night, several enemy soldiers popped out from hidden crevices, and converged upon the fallen officers, anti-matter rifles aimed at their fallen bodies. Sansho's eyes darted back and forth as he took stock of what was happening. He was alive, yes...but electricity still hurt like a motherfucker, especially when combined with concussive impact force, causing blunt force damage. However, he was sure that a good few members of his squad were down for the count. And given the odds, it seemed Sansho was down for the count too. ------------------------------ Kamui and Kaiju had their own personal entourage. Several squadrons had reconvened with their leader after having made their rounds, some finding nothing and some finding a good amount of supplies and personal items belonging to the crew that could be worth a pretty penny. However, the numbers in total equated to around fifteen soldiers in total, not including Kamui and Kaiju, which meant the vast majority of their soldiers were still spread throughout the ship. "The majority of the crew hide just ahead. They probably retreated the majority to act as a last line of defense." Kaiju reported, her scouter pinging and going off as it alerted her to the multiple power levels that stood just a bit further down the main hall. With Kamui in the lead, the remainder of the Howling Tempest force made their final march down the corridor, to terrorize the majority of the crew, bleed them dry of valuables and be on their merry way. It wasn't until the bridge came in sight that the trap was sprung, the explosion sending the team in a disarray, blinding and disorienting the masses, allowing for Oran and his squadron to go on the offensive, converging upon Kamui's squad with surprising ferocity. Screams of pain could be heard as pirates fell victim, dropping to the ground like flies. Grimacing in discomfort, Kamui yelled out," "Kaiju!""Right!" The Makyan yelled, having recovered faster than Kamui. Her eyes focusing on Oran and his squad, she flared her own power level, her power steadily increasing until it reached a maximum of thirty thousand, more than a match for Oran and his men. However, instead of blasting Oran and his men into oblivion, Kaiju opened her mouth and let out an ear piercing scream, the likes of which echoed throughout the ship. The scream itself was enhanced with Ki, acting as a Kiai, an invisible Ki blast that, instead of burning and searing through everything in it's path, would act like a wall of concussive force, with the intent of forcing the soldiers back. If successful, Kaiju would follow up personally, zooming between various enemies, going in for the kill. Finally, they could proceed. Making sure his senses were once again clear, Kamui proceeded with his advance, intent on finishing this job and getting the hell out. He barely made it two steps before he got an alert on his wrist band. Tapping on the band, the Changeling opened a comm line with the ship "Fritz? What is it? Is everything alright?""Sir....they must have called for reinforcements! Fighters incoming! "Approaching fast!"What?!He couldn't believe it! He had scrambled their tech! How could they have gotten a message out anyway in the limited time they had before Kamui's crew had boarded. And what help had they called that allowed them to get here so quickly? Where was the rest of his crew? Kamui grimaced," "Damn it all. I'll make this mission short and quick. We have enough, we'll make up for it next raid. Destroy the ship. Our lives are more important."Word Count: 1,674 | Total Word Count: 4,430 | Cam
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Post by Cam on Oct 4, 2018 23:36:02 GMT -5
Oran was no slouch, nor were many of his crew, despite having more average power levels when it came to intergalactic military might. Training, ingenuity, and technology set the Crusher Corp. apart from its competition though, the company mad a point not to hire idiots or liabilities, people who weren't suited for combat never saw it, people who were, often did. So when Kail sent off his blast wave, men and women went flying, hitting the walls though Oran was blasted all the way down the hallway, into the small hangar of the ship, landing on his armored back and skidding. From a seated position he drew his side arm in one hand and the other hand leveled a ki blast at Kail. Some of those knocked over didn't get up, too stunned to do anything, but Oran was a tough xeno. "Hey!" He shouted down the tunnel, "Come get some!" he taunted as he unloaded his service pistol, ratatat-ratatat-ratatat-ratatat! On it went, thirty-three anti-matter bullets fired down the hall in the time it took the alien to get to his feet, that ki orb hurled forward then as he reloaded, two of his men able to muster the strength to get up, they all waited. That's when the report came from an ensign on the bridge, "Sir! Inbound fighters! They got our message, we're saved!" A small bout of stressed laughter and cheering could be heard on the communications, Oran bristled, glad to know help was on the way, but that didn't eliminate the pirate in front of him who seemed very intent on killing him and his men, "Don't let your guard down, we're not out of this yet!" Gun reloaded, he waited for the smoke to clear, stepping back towards one of the star fighters still docked on the outrunner. He couldn't use its guns, but he could at least use it as cover if need be. Outside of all of this, the seven retrofitted patrol cruisers closed in. Instead on the police blue, they had been painted a matte forest green, the insignia of the Crusher Corp. painted on the side of each ship, they moved quickly at least, "Form up on me. When we get within six hundred and fifty meters break off; I'll draw their fire, you all may open up when you get a clear shot. Don't panic if you see my ship explode," Cam ordered. The squadron of former Frieza force pilots did as instructed. The Rogue phantom was the target now, toggling an open channel over his scouter he made contact with the Avarice, "Crew of the Avarice, just hold on a little longer. We're coming for you, hold out as long as you can," he cleared his throat, "Pirate vessel, you picked the wrong target today. Stand down or we will destroy you. No ifs or buts, I promise. You have been warned." With that he threw the throttle of his star fighter forward. He flipped several switches, arming all his weapons as he watched his distance tracker wind down. He would come into the pirate's firing range before they entered his, though then again fighting with a ship was a simply a handicap for his enemies at this point; he didn't need it to survive in the vacuum of space, no Kabochan did, and any energy attack he could generate would be stronger than what this star fighter could manage, but he wanted to at least have a little fun before he ripped his enemies apart. Meanwhile back on the Avarice, the crew was still putting up a fight. Those on the bridge were attempting to seal it shut, locking the doors magnetic seal. Chances are they could be burned through with energy, but it would take time to do so, time that his foes simply didn't have.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 5, 2018 21:30:16 GMT -5
"Haha! So you're not done yet after all! Come on, I'll take you down, motherfucker!" Kail yelled as he prepared himself for a follow up. The issue with Kail, which was the reason why he was the least important of the three Lieutenants was his hastiness. He rarely thought things fully through, and preferred blunt, overwhelming force over true tactics, with varying degrees of success. In one instance, such brutish tactics worked wonderfully against enemies in which his power level completely overwhelmed theirs. However, in a case such as Oran, this was not the case, and as a result his success was left too much up to chance. Thus, when Oran fired his Ki blast at Kail, the Makyan Mercenary found himself struggling to deflect it, his gloved palms grinding against he Ki blast as he was sent skidding backwards, the force of impact pushing him back nonetheless, even if the Ki blast had yet to hit him.
The Anti-Matter bullets didn't help.
Kail cried out in pain as bullets peppered his form, some penetrating his armor and piercing his body, others were stopped by a combination of his aura and armor. Nonetheless, it was enough to send the man tumbling back, the Ki blast bursting into his form, sending Kail tumbling down the hall, in the other direction.
"Lieutenant Kail!" One of the pirates yelled in alarm.
"You're gonna pay for that, scum!" Another pirate yelled.
With a harsh cry of fury, the remaining members of the pirate squadron rushed forward, in a last stand against Oran and his remaining squad.
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"I'm a fucking idiot..." Lieutenant Sansho growled as he limped down a corridor. In the haze of pain, Sansho briefly recalled his escape from the squad of soldiers. Although, it was less of an escape and more prelonging the time until his death, unless saved. The leopard-like Xeno had executed a Kiai, powerful enough to launch the crowd of enemy soldiers off their feet, giving Sansho an opportunity to flee.
He was sure the remainder of his squad was killed by this point, either by the electro-pulse grenade or by the soldiers after they had recovered from their initial shock. Even now, he could hear the battering of their boots against the floor, steadily getting louder. They were gaining ground on him. He was too injured to move any faster. Blood ran down his left leg in rivulets, and he was sure the movement was only widening any wounds he had.
All he needed to do was find the Captain....
He needed Lord Kamui.
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"This isn't good, my lord." Kaiju said, her expression wide with alarm as she looked to her rather large boss. Reinforcements were never good, especially when she had yet to even make contact with more than half of the squadrons, one of those being her younger brother. Knucklehead as he was, he would never ignore a check in. And Sansho was, more often then not, the one to initiate a check-in, let alone ignore one. Something was wrong with this mission. Was it possible the ship defenders were stronger than initially believed? Was attacking this vessel a mistake? All this and more ran through the Makyan Lieutenant's head as her brow furrowed in concentration. She needed a plan, and she needed one immediately.
However, Kamui had already come with a plan. Looking to Kaiju, he spoke quickly
"Make contact with the remaining teams. Tell them to take what they have and head back to the Parasites. Make a full withdrawl in the next five minutes. I will take care of things personally...and I don't want any of you hurt." Kamui said before walking back down the hall, the sealed bridge no longer holding any interest for him.
"Yes, lord." Kaiju said, bowing her head as she made contact with the remaining squadrons
"Howling Tempest. This is Lieutenant Kaijiu. Captain Kamui is ordering a full evacuation from this vessel, and a return to The Rogue Phantom immediately. If you do not evacuate in time, well you may get caught in the Captain's attacks." Kaiju said. Whether Kamui had intent to actually fight or not was unknown to her, but she knew those scoundrels always moved faster when they heard the Captain was involved.
Kamui sighed heavily as Kaiju fled the vessel, her and Kamui's parasite extracting itself from the Avarice. Almost immediately, the vacuum of space began dragging the broken metal from inside the vessel out as air flowed from the vessel into the exterior vacuum.
All Changelings could survive in the vacuum of space. Somewhere in their weird little genetic makeup was the ability to survive with oxygen in a vacuum. And Kamui was grateful for such a weird little talent, for it certainly allowed for a bit of mobility.
And for him to confront the starfighters. He had heard their warnings, and figured it was about time for him to get to the bottom of this. Why had this gone so wrong? The most painful part of this mission was the mystery of it all. Too many enigmas. The status of too many of his men were unknown. How such could be in the first place was also unknown. And third, who the hell were these people? And finally....was Vlad setting him up for failure?
All questions and no answers, just the way Kamui hated them. Little did he know he was about to find some answers.
Floating in open space, Kamui caught a glimpse of something that caught his attention almost immediately. On the side of one of the starfighters as he shot after it. The insignia...he recognized it. The insignia of something he hadn't seen since he was a child, living on Abbayor under the Galactic Empire's flag. And even when he had seen it, he had only seen it in news report, wrought with Imperial propaganda. It wasn't until his later adventures in the streets that he learned the true story of the faction.
Crusher Corps.
Kamui immediately could tell his folly. A fatal mistake. He had targeted one ship belonging to a fleet of them, belonging to an army. Soldiers beyond what he could ever achieve, resources well beyond his reach. Power levels well beyond what even his max power could stretch to. His tiny crew had attached the wrath of a corporation. A corporation with a force to raze worlds.
Time for damage control. Veins in his temples popped, and he flexed his muscles. A red Ki enveloped his body as he allowed his power level to shoot up. Past his self imposed limitations. He wished to catch their attention, to let him know that he was here.
"CRUSHER CORPS ENFORCEMENT TROOPS! I AM CAPTAIN KAMUI OF THE HOWLING TEMPEST! TELL THE LEADER AMONGST YOU TO LEAVE MY MEN ALONE, AND COME TO ME!" He bellowed, his voice resonating loud and clear, even through space. As he finished, his aura dissipated, forming an intense, concentrated red energy outline along his body. His aura was gone, but his power was still there, ranging at just above one hundred and twenty thousand. His muscles bulged well beyond what they usually did, and his eyes were wide, giving off a near feral appearance about him.
Yet gradually, his power would decrease, as would his muscle mass, until his power had decreased to around forty thousand, a much more comfortable level for the Changeling. Once he felt he had their attention, he spoke once more, his voice still projecting, yet not screaming as he was before.
"I wish to talk to your leader. Do not continue with the assault, I already told my men to do the same. I know the risks of continuing this raid, and I do not wish for it."Word Count: 1,296 | Total Word Count: 5,726 | CamNotation: My power level in this post is, for story purposes, Kamui's RP power at 100% Full Power, which is his power level after using the Power Up ability, which doubles his Base PL.
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Post by Cam on Oct 6, 2018 19:39:43 GMT -5
Oran was ready to fight--as ready as he could be, he didn't need his scouter to tell him this was an enemy much stronger than him, though it seems with the right pairing of energy attacks and an abundant dosing the right munitions was able to wound even the strongest of warriors, "You pissed off the wrong mercenaries, pirate scum!" Raising his pistol Oran was ready, when the pirates were closing in, though something happened, something he couldn't readily explain, a blur of movement, and the leader of the Crusher Corp. himself stood before Oran and his two surviving fire team members. This wasn't entirely what Cam was expecting, then again were it a trap would he really have anything to worry about, "Lock missiles on that pirate vessel, all of you. If It tries to run blow it out of the sky," he ordered, before he switch to an open channel, "This is Emperor Carambolis. I will be arriving aboard the Avarice momentarily, all Crusher Corp forces, stand down, but stay alert." Ah well. So much for the fun of a dogfight in a star fighter. Closing in on the hangar, the patrol ship landed and Cam got out, debris and smoke were still scattered around, only when he hoped out the ship did he hear the war cry of all too eager to die pirates. "Hold you fire!" Cam ordered as he decided to dispatch the pirates himself, not killing them but certainly moving with such speed and striking with such force that each individual pirate in the hangar was struck down, "Y'all suck at cease fires," Cam muttered more to himself than anyone else. Looking over at Captain Oran, he ordered, "Report. Walk and talk." Beginning to make his way down the hallway connected to the hangar. The wounded Oran quickly moved to Cam's side, "Emperor Carambolis! We weren't expecting--" Cam cut him off, "Of course you weren't. I didn't come to this sector for you all, you're just lucky enough I happened to be in the neighborhood. Lets just get this situation under control, aye?" Oran nodded. In truth he had expected more brutality from the Emperor, he was former Frieza force after all. Lieutenant Kail was there at the end of the hallway, Cam hummed softly, "Ah. So you're one of these pirates trying to take my vessel?" Pressing his scouter several times to get a few read-outs. That spiked power level was an enticing amount indeed, Cam laughed at the idea that these pirates would pose a threat to him, they were little more than an inconvenience, "At least you all don't seem to be just talk," whether Kail would attempt to resist or not really wouldn't matter, using his mind alone, Cam would grip the Lieutenant in a massive, clenching invisible hand, "Oran. Rally your men and take them all to the bridge. I'll join you there shortly," the Captain snapping a salute, "Yes Emperor," calling to his surviving men to join him, they would make their way towards the the deck of the ship to get into the bridge. Kail would lift off the ground, still bound by Cam's mind and float after the Emperor. His singular footfalls the only noise that echoed throughout the halls of the ship, he whistled a tune to himself as he did so when he sensed another power level, rounding a corner he nearly ran into Sansho, raising an eyebrow he offered, "Hello," before he clenched a hand shut, the wounded Lieutenant's fate much the same as Kail's. They could struggle all they liked but they were coming along for the ride it seemed, those lucky enough not to run into the Emperor would be able to make it to their parasites and escape, though he would make his way toward Kamui. When he caught sight of the frost demon Cam would frown, "You know, I wasn't expecting an Arcosian, but I suppose it makes sense. Takes nuts to attack a Crusher Corp vessel. What's the story, some former Frieza force looking to settle the score or just got a little too greedy and bit off more than you can chew?" With a gesture of his hand those giant invisible hands that clutched Kail and Sansho would toss them forward at Kamui's feet. "You're lucky I didn't crush the life out of them." His amber gaze seemed to grow more studious as he sized up Kamui and already found him to be... Lacking. They both knew the tables had turned, now it was just a matter of how much face Kamui could save. "All this potential wasted on the cheap acquisition and barbarism of piracy. You know the last pirate vessel I got into a fight with, I watched as a super Saiyan snapped it in half like child breaking a stick over his knee. I imagine I could perform something very similar to that vessel outside--but you'd be okay, wouldn't you? Acrosian and all. I'll let you know now before you get any funny ideas, Kabochans, much like your species, can survive in a vacuum. Just part of our charm I suppose." He sighed softly, "I suppose the only question that matters right now is: how do you care to end this? The easy way or the bloody way? I don't have an desire to kill, but don't think I won't rip you and your in half if you test me."
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 6, 2018 20:33:55 GMT -5
What an interesting development.Internally, the Pirate Captain was furious. How dare Vlad set them up? He must have known what this ship was. And not only did he not inform Kamui of who the ship's affiliations were, but he lied about it! And now Kamui was stuck in some situation, facing Emperor Carambolis of the Crusher Corps and Kabochan Empire. And now here the Commander stood, with Kail and Sansho in his grasp. At least....at least he didn't have Kaiju.Not that this situation was any better. Two of his three Lieutenants were held captive, giving Cam even more leverage then he already had, and frankly Kam didn't know what to do. How could he potentially get out of this with as few losses as possible? He had taken the first offensive, and as such this was already a situation in which Cam was fully in the right to eliminate him and his entire crew. There was a chance that Kamui could escape, but the rest of his crew? No possible way. They would all be wiped out by the Crusher Corp Fleet. Three years of hard work and networking, lost in a single raid. Tsk. "I see you've made friends with my Lieutenants, Emperor Carambolis." Kamui started, crossing his arms as he made his way back inside the vessel. "If you wish for me to be completely honest, I was misinformed." Kamui sighed. The excuse, while true, was as weak when voiced out loud as it sounded in his head. He needed something else. "I did not raid this ship in an attempt to declare challenge upon you. In fact, had I known of this ship's true affiliation, I must likely would have steered clear." Regardless of his desire to phrase his words carefully, he refused to lie to this man. "I am Kamui, Captain of the Howling Tempest. My crew is a fledgling pirate crew seeking to make a name for themselves. I do not hold affiliations with the Frieza Force, nor do I hold affiliations to any major political faction. I was informed by a lying snake that the Avarice was an independent mercenary vessel. I was not aware of a connection to the Crusher Corps until you arrived. I am not a fool, and as such will not make a decision to fight you that will end in the death of my crew, for their lives are tethered to mine. I authorized this raid under false grounds, yet I authorized it nonetheless. I will not selfishly condemn them to death while they are under my command. Release them, and do as you will with myself. I have no intent to strike against you, nor do I have any further intent to terrorize the Avarice." It was all he had, an explanation along with what could be considered a rather fragile apology. Kamui was playing with fire in a dragon's stomach at the moment. Cam held all the pieces, and Kamui had no pieces of his own to play, besides trying to take the Avarice with him, which was something he had no intention or desire to do. But, he had nothing else to say. He cared too much for the men under his command to make any other move besides this one. Word Count: 550 | Total Word Count: 6,276 | Cam
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Post by Cam on Oct 7, 2018 12:29:05 GMT -5
"Misinformation is a drag, isn't it?" The Emperor quipped. He seemed amused by Kamui's weak defense, indeed he was within his right to destroy these cretins--they were pirates after all, "But regardless, you've wronged the Crusher Corp, tell me if I had done the same against you would you leave that transgression lay? I wager not," he released Kamui's Lieutenant's from his invisible, "No, I wager you and your pirates owe me, if nothing else you owe me for all the swag your troops took while they were leaving and for the men and women they've killed. Sure, I could take that price in blood but that doesn't seem very useful now does it?" He blinked once, "You're going to go to planet Cane when you're done scooping up your troops and collecting your dead. You might know it as Cooler #45. It's a prison world, I wager you could *maybe* find yourself some new blood for your crew there. More importantly though, there's an installation known as the fridge. This was the prison where they stuck the worst of the worst, people so evil even the Frieza force rejected them. Wipe it clean so that I may use it should the time come, and I'll consider any transgressions had here null and void," shifting about, "And just so you know, if your intent is to run away on that ship of yours and not partake, I'll remind you that I can crack it in half with a blink of me eye," less than that really, his psychic powers were immense, Cam let his power level loose, rising to its natural full power, it sat higher than Kamui's by about ten thousand, and that was without powering up or entering his battle transformation, though few even knew that the Kabochan had reached a height of power that could outclass the super Saiyan transformation, he was saving that reveal for when he needed to use its full might against either the Dominion or the the Galactic Empire. By all rights all Kamui had to do was go and act like a raging bull for a bit inside a super-max prison, he was giving these pirates license to do what they did best with no repercussions, aside for the slight chance of death if they faced off against some of the stronger foes within said prison, but hey, those were the sorts of risks you had to taken when you stood face to face with one of the strongest beings in the galaxy.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 7, 2018 16:12:33 GMT -5
Owe him.
We owe him.
Fuck.
Among all the things in the universe to avoid, being indebted to someone was among the worst. When it came to debt, most people shrugged it off as monetary debt, which was horrific in it's own right, but the worse type of debt was this type. When your services within itself were at someone's beck and call. When your life hung in the balance, and the lives of many others. It was a scary thought, and Kamui realized that this situation, among the other possibilities, was a bone. This was pity, or perhaps Cam was simply toying with Kam and his crew before destroying them outright.
He's enjoying this.
Kamui couldn't help but feel frustration bubbling within him. Not frustration at Cam and his men. No, the Emperor was right. Had the roles been reversed, Kamui couldn't even promise that he would have even given himself such an opportunity. It was frustration with himself. The fact that he had placed too much trust in Vlad. That he hadn't done enough research. That he had attacked something, not realizing fully what he was attacking. His hubris had gotten the best of him. He had bested too many ships in the past, and began to think himself unbeatable. But he had pushed against his limitations once too many,and it was coming back to bite him.
But perhaps he could make it right. Swallow his pride and head to Planet Cane, and "purify" the Fridge. He knew that the actual act of doing so was harder than Cam made it seem, but he hardly had a choice, and he had faith in his soldiers. He merely had to find them.
As Cam released his lieutenants, Kamui's eyes descended to them as they laid groaning across the floor, Kail recovering sooner than Sansho.
"Kail, Sansho. Round up our men and bring them back to the ship, gather them all on the bridge. When I return, I expect all to be quiet and for them to be ready to listen. I will be there momentarily. Also, let Sawbones know that everyone needs to be stimmed up and ready to go." Kamui instructed.
Kail nodded," Yes, Lord Kamui." He said, while all Kam got from Sansho was a curt nod, before the two hobbled off to their respective Parasite Pods, leaving only Kamui and Cam.
Turning back to Cam, Kamui nodded his agreement," Very well. I will remain in contact with you throughout, and you can provide me more details en route, along with specific coordinates. I trust you do not wish for survivors?" The Changeling asked. Although he did not show it, he found Cam's sharp increase in power disheartening. His power trumped Kamui's own, even when the latter was going beyond what could be considered "safe" for the Changeling. He knew the leader of the Crusher Corps was strong....but not this strong. And the way his face looked when he charged up to such power....he made it seem so easy. Was there more to this power....? Was he still holding back?
Beyond the humiliation came a sense of admiration. Such a powerful figure, the leader of the Crusher Corps himself came to assist his men on board a cruiser like this. How easy it would have been to send soldiers from his countless number of ships to assist and offer backup, yet the man came himself to offer aid....just as Kamui often did during raids. It was what a leader should be, instead of sitting in a chair, overseeing battle from miles away.
Perhaps....
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Post by Cam on Oct 7, 2018 22:50:49 GMT -5
"Out of that place? No, I suspect not, these aren't political prisoners or traitors who refused to fight with he Frieza force, those I can use. This is a place for purely bloodthirsty men and women from all across the galaxy, most of them are kept in cryo-sleep for the safety of the guards, but no Frieza force means no guards for those prisons. Some of them have likely already come out of suspension, more will join them. I'd much prefer that didn't take place," The Emperor concluded, "I've seen very few true monsters but I wager if I wanted to go look at one that would be the place to start," He wondered if this request was too much. This was the sort of prison Sawba would have been thrown into. Memories of that so-called legendary super Saiyan were forever burned into Cam's mind. That was the kind of person that should be there, but so long as the place still had power, even auxiliary power, most of the prisoners would still be on ice. He sighed, reaching up to take the scouter off his head. He tossed it to the frost demon, "If things get too dicey, you have one orbital strike at your disposal from the Dortmunder. Make it count." If the frost demon couldn't handle the job then he wasn't worth sparing in the first place. Cam had made something out of rag-tag mercenaries and former frieza force members alike. He could put a few pirates into legitimate work, but first they had to prove they were worth the the shot he was giving them, shifting to head towards the bridge Cam would meet up with the crew who was more than elated to see their Emperor coming to their aid, "Lets shore things up and get this ship running again. I'm late enough as it is, we don't want to insult the Brench people, their hauty and stuck up at times but they're some of the best fighters in the galaxy, we need them on our side."
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 8, 2018 11:52:14 GMT -5
"As you wish." Kamui said, snatching the scouter of air.
"I will remain in contact with this ship throughout. Coordinates and Navigation Routes should be provided in five."
Kamui sighed as he turned away from the Crusher Corps Commander. He figured he had gotten off rather easy. Well, perhaps not easy, for Kamui didn't consider genocide of criminals to be an easy task, but it gave Kamui and his crew a chance, a much better chance than if he were to go toe to toe with Cam and the remainder of the Crusher Corps Fleet. Now, he simply had to sell it to his crew, and continue on. He didn't have much worries about looking inadequate against a band of pirates, since he was now a lapdog to Cam. He figured once they discovered who Cam really was, they would put two and two together and realize "Hey, maybe this is a better choice!" They were a pretty intelligent group of scoundrels.
Since Kaiju had fled from The Avarice in the Parasite Pod that Kamui and her had taken together, the Changeling was left with a short little ride back to his own vessel in the comfort of open space. He enjoyed the solitude, for it gave him a little time to think about things as he underwent his change. And by change, he meant short little transformation. You see, the gargantuan form that he took most of the time up until this point was only a form whose size was granted to control his power, and establish a hard cap on his abilities in the interest of control. Ever since the Changeling was a child, he had had issues with releasing his full power. He had excellent Ki Control, but his full power remained rather volatile to him, with releasing everything proving to have less than acceptable repercussions on the body. Nonetheless, he figured it was about time he released into his True Form, especially for this mission, and to simply gauge how strong he should be, instead of the hard cap imposed by his Nightmare Transformation.
Kaiju was waiting for him when he finally reached the docking point, allowing the Changeling entry.
"You're revealing your True Form to the crew?" Kaiju asked, giving her lover an incredulous look. She had only laid witness to the Changeling's form once, and even then it was behind closed doors, sealed twice over. She had never expected Kamui to reveal himself to the crew.
Kamui certainly did look different from his previous form. The massive frame was gone, and in its' place was a smaller, sleeker purple Changeling. His Bio Armor covered less of his body, offering a breastplate and shoulder pads, as well as naturally made gloves. He also seemed to wear black pants with black combat boots. He also seemed to retain his trademark midnight black horns, along with the beautiful ruby red of his Bio Helmet. His form was much to imposing to match his age, and this form, while imposing in its' own right...suited him more. It made him look more....juvenile. More like his age.
"It's about time they realized. Plus, I have a feeling I'll need a bit more flexibility in the coming hours." Kamui noted, before walking in the direction of the bridge.
And boy, was his crew surprised. The moment he entered, everyone fell silent. Sansho and Kail were even shocked speechless, and they were the ones who had gathered the crew to the bridge. As Kamui stepped up to the Captain's seat, all eyes turned on him. They knew who he was, they weren't that stupid. But surprise was to be expected nonetheless. He did become purple, after all. He quickly noticed that of his sixty original crew, a little more than forty remained. Which means the remainder were either dead or missing. A shame...and a huge blow to an already small crew.
Yet, it was small compared to what he could have lost.
"We have lost this raid today. I have called you to not only evacuate, but to gather here to tell you one thing. We have raided a vessel belonging to the mercenary organization known as Crusher Corps, and have incurred the wrath of its' Commander. I trust I do not need to explain anymore."
No, he did not. The once silent crowd immediately dissolved into panicked whispers. They didn't sign up to be hunted and destroyed by Crusher Corps. Almost immediately, fingers were pointed towards the Captain in outrage, accusations flying high and wide. Kamui understood the outrage, for he, being their Captain, had lead them into this mess. A mess that could easily meant death for all.
But not this time. Despite the outrage, the crew must have still had his respect, for the room gradually fell quiet once Kamui raised his hand to signal such.
"Calm. We have been offered a chance to atone. He has tasked the Howling Tempests with a mission that brings us to Planet Cane. We are to locate a sector known as teh Fridge, and to destroy all who inhabit it. If we are successful, then we will be able to negotiate our way out of execution."
Then again came the under the breath mumbling and whispering amongst selves, which was once again quieted by the raising of a hand.
"I need all able bodies on deck. If you are not mortally wounded, then you will fight for me, before your lives are forfeited to Crusher Corps. If you are in need of medical assistance, please see Sawbones immediately, for we will be departing immediately. I will personally lead you into battle, and will ensure that this goes well. Be prepared, and fight as if your life depends on it."
For it did.
With that, Kamui dismissed his crew, with some heading to their barracks to change and re-gear themselves, and others heading to the Medical Bay to get patched up. Sitting down in the Captain's Chair, Kamui's tail swished back and forth as he looked to Droid Commander Fritz, who stared expectantly at him, awaiting further orders.
"Have the coordinates been sent to our nav computers?" The Changeling inquired.
"Yes, lord." Fritz responded.
"Then you know what to do."
Nodding, Fritz turned back to the droids who manned the navigation computers," Set course for Planet Cane! ETA confirmed for one hour!"
Kamui tapped his armrests impatiently as the ship shot off into hyperspace. For the first time in a long time, the Changeling of nineteen years found himself anxious. Why? Because this was most likely the most dangerous mission he had ever done in his life. Not because of what he was doing? But simply because of what was at stake in the case that he couldn't succeed.
Everything rode on this.
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Post by Cam on Oct 10, 2018 13:33:32 GMT -5
Planet Cane was everything people said it was, desolate, arid, a hive of criminals that many looked at as a hornet's nest just waiting to be agitated, but also, a dying world. From orbit, passing over Kamui and his crew if they looked out a view port they could see that on the day side of the planet, far to the north was a raging storm, larger than any other storm on a habitable planet, this storm however wasn't made of rain or hail, it was made of pure, golden ki and it was ever so slowly growing. Long ago, the Caneans had two sub-species, the Lizard men and the Naga. When Cooler came to take the planet, the larger, more powerful sub-species being the Naga, resisted, and eliminated wave after wave of Frieza force soldiers and elites. It wasn't until a member of Cooler's armored squadron sparked the ki storm to eat the Naga's homeland that the resistance was crushed, however the ki storm never died, energy from the constant sunlight and mixtures with the atmosphere has caused the storm to grow slowly and worsen with time. Some thing the storm may never stop and another thousand years from now, may envelope the planet entirely. Though that storm was hardly Kamui's problem, all of the prisons and most villages were along the equator of the planet, being tidally locked, that was the most habitable zone. The Avarice and the squadron of star fighters would follow the Rogue Phantom down to the planet, a small Crusher Corp fleet sat in orbit over the planet, though small in the Crusher Corp. meant less than thirty ships, this particular fleet made of seventeen cruisers, destroyers, and outrunners, hundreds of soldiers all with power levels over one thousands or more on these ships and even more on the ground. The Crusher Corp. had taken an interest in this arid, dying world and that meant more than likely it would be their world soon, but Kamui was part of that process. A garrison had yet to be established, though it wouldn't take long for that to happen. Though Cam was pragmatic as ever. Kamui was a tool he could use to eliminate the greatest threat on the planet, once that was gone without spending any of his own resources he would be able to establish a foothold and take the planet. Maybe he could even find a way to diffuse the giant, raging ki storm. A plan for another day. For now as the Rogue phantom closed in over the equator, lush wetlands and swampy river deltas could be seen, the occasional block of old Frieza force compounds could be seen and even a few automated guns tried to fire on the ship, though being so ill maintained they would short out or their aim would be so horrible the ship wouldn't need to take minimal evasive action to make it past them. It was only when they reached a large, geothermic terra-formed concrete dome that they would reach their destination--The fridge. No lights were on, the automated defenses didn't fire on the frost demon's ship and he would find an overgrown landing pad awaited him. Should the ship touch down no one would come to greet them, the sound of swamp birds and amphibians chirping, bugs buzzing, along with a humid heat was there to greet the crew of the Rogue Phantom. Their destination and mission awaited them.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 11, 2018 14:24:48 GMT -5
"Arriving to Planet Cane in approximately five minutes! Alter navigation routes and cut intensity to thrusters! Exiting hyperspace now!" Fritz yelled from in front of Kamui, alerting the entire bridge of the rapidly approaching destination.
Kamui had taken the time in orbit to center himself. Pushing his feelings of anxiety and apprehension to the deepest darkest corner of his mind, before banishing it almost completely. In lieu of such, Kamui's sense of calm washed over him, and his mind began to refocus on the matters at hand. He had taken the time to look over reports and overviews on Planet Cane, and as such had updated himself with their rather rocky history, which only proved true once they shot out of hyperspace.
"Environmental Danger! Ki Storm over the Northern Sector of the planet!" Fritz warned his droids. ""Uploading landing codes to your computers! Direct the ship straight to those coordinates! Do not deviate!" He commanded, before looking back to Kamui, in which the Purple Changeling's eyes shifted up to meet Fritz's gaze.
Sighing lightly, Kamui nodded,"Bring us to land before the facility."
Slowly, but surely, the vessel descended, the ship's exterior quickly heating up as they broke past the planet's atmosphere.
And when they finally neared the surface, Kamui's speculations were only confirmed. The place was a wasteland. Abandoned compounds dotted the desolate surface, the defense systems failing utterly to lay waste to his ship as they themselves shorted out and malfunctioned. Such pitiful ruins of a once powerful Empire did nothing to soothe Kamui's nerves. He wasn't going through those old bunkers. He wasn't facing shorted out defense grids. No, he was after something much bigger. Big enough to attract the attention of Emperor Cam. Yet, he remained calm. It was too much to assume that he felt nothing in the face of such a potentially lethal threat, but he did not feel panicked or nervous. There was time for such feelings and hesitation. No, this was something he had to do, for everyone's lives. So, he would only approach with his best.
Eventually, the Rogue Phantom touched down on the overgrown landing pad. And within moments, the jittery crew of The Howling Tempest unloaded from the vessel, with Lord Kamui in the lead. He could feel the tension in the air, the near unanimous feeling of dread and nervousness. He noticed that a great deal of his men were missing compared to when they all gathered on the ship for the briefing, and it didn't take Kamui to speculate that they had either abandoned ship during transit, or decided to feign a grievous injury and hide in the medical bay until it was safe to slip away. That left Kamui with about a group of about thirty, as opposed to the forty he had when leaving the Avarice, which overall was half of the crew, considering the sixty that they originally had. A sad, pathetic number. But, it was the cards they were dealt.
"Come. We have work to do." Kamui said plainly, before leading the hike up to the main facility of the Fridge. He refused to let this mission take too long. To show mercy to his foes was to gamble with his own life, on top of that of his crew, and that was a gamble that the purple Changeling was ultimately unwilling to take.
If he had to pull out all the stops, he would. As Kamui stopped before the entrance gate of the Fridge, he lowered his power level down to an even six thousand, before pushing the gate open. As he entered, his resolve only hardened into a deep, deep determination.
He was going to win this.
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Post by Cam on Oct 11, 2018 17:29:53 GMT -5
Kamui might be able to sense a few power levels that had risen--they were higher than normal, no one under five thousand, though there appeared to be no power levels over twenty thousand. All of the big hitters were still on ice, getting in wouldn't be as simple as opening a door as the building still seemed to have power. Generators and solar panels making sure that the suspended animation cells did exactly as they were supposed to and they were keeping the monstrous beings the Frieza force had recruited under lock and key. That said, getting in would be as simple as using a little force. Doors were locked, but no guards were present to keep locks from being shattered or broken, everything was double locked of course, not that it would matter. Once inside the compound the layout would be much what one would expect, tiny, barred windows that let light in. In the cells where people weren't suspended their were no bars, rather energy fields and many corpses of individuals who had starved to death, power dampening collars still around their necks. Certain cells had been broken out of though it seemed, though those who had made it out of their cells had been quick to turn on one another, dead bodies in the hallways, though from sensing power one could tell, their were vicious killers still lurking, waiting. They wouldn't have to wait any longer. "That's a nice ship," one voice would echo through the hallway, "Nice of you to bring it to us," another voice would croak, "We'll make this real easy for you. Step into the cell at the end of the block and lock yourself in it, and we won't kill and eat every one of you," the first voice echoed throughout the prison block, the second not replying this time. Their power could be sensed, but where were they? The conversation was interrupted when three savage looking Xeno's covered in pale white skin and bearing no eyes of any sort leaped forward while another three climbed over a railing behind the group, they growled, mouths parting to show blood-stained sharp, white teeth. There was no need for talk, nor any need for mercy, here in this place it was eat or be eaten now, and Kamui had come with a distinct advantage of having back-up, as well as the scouter Cam had loaned him. Equipping it would help in this situation, Cam had also stated that he would be allowed to use one salvo of support from his cruiser high above though what that meant and how strong it would be was unknown, furthermore the six assailants charging in now didn't seem particularly strong--they did however seem particularly fast, if they weren't careful anyone they attacked would have their throat's ripped out or slashed open with jet black claws the xenos bore, it would seem whatever they were fighting had devolved into more beast than man. The hunt had begun, though who was hunting who? Neither parties knew it, but they were all being watched by the Emperor, his presence kept entirely hidden, able to listen through his own scouter and watch through his acute senses of energy. He didn't need to be in the room to know what was happening, hell he didn't even need to be on the same planet.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 11, 2018 22:43:05 GMT -5
So this is the Fridge, hmm? How, interesting
The gate opening allowed for a flood of light to pour into the prison that once could have been considered maximum security. Considering the dust and dirt that laid across the floor, Kamui was pretty sure this was the first time anyone had walked the halls of this place in quite awhile. His crew stood at the ready, the ones who stayed with him were here for the long haul, and were intent to get out of this alive. Plus, they were the hardened type, criminals who had spent their entire lives in slums and in places that looked a hell of a lot scarier than this place. The Changeling found himself grateful of such a fact, for he knew of many others would have turned and fled after laying their eyes on the sight of half emaciated bodies, rotting away slowly in the darkness. Kamui could feel Kaiju's eyes on him, the Makyan female just as cautious as he. Her eyes then flickered back and forth, scanning the shadows. She could feel the energies too, she knew that they weren't alone. She too, could tell that there were prisoners who had broken out of their cells...the same who had killed the men and women who now laid strewn across the dirty floors.
"That's a nice ship," A voice rang out from the darkness, prompting the whole group to stop their advance. Kaiju frowned as she turned, almost out of reflex in the direction of the voice that called out to the group. The only one who did not turn in the direction of the voice was Kamui. In a chain reaction, the Changeling then became aware of other voices perking up, their bodies shrouded by darkness. Each and every single word that dripped from their lips was tinged with bloodthirst and insanity. He could feel the malice pouring off of them, washing over Kamui in waves. Yet, he could also feel the instability. These men were fragile, husks of their former selves. Years in solitude, years in captivity have melted their brains to mush. They were no longer beings to be respected. They were little more than worms.
Worms, to be manipulated.
The Changeling reached to his side, withdrawing the scouter that Cam had given him. A sleek, new age variant with a red visor that fit over the right eye, Kamui fastened the device over his right ear, and activated it, causing the device to immediate begin spewing numerals as it updated itself and configured its' settings. As he did this, Kamui's body began to emanate a bright blue light, his eyes shining. Telekinetic waves shot from him, washing over the Xenos. He made note of their speed as they charged forward, some of them even moving on all fours as they attempting to attack him and his crew. Their single track minds focused on one thing. Murder. Mayhem. Death. The act of killing has drawn them in like a lasso, refusing to let go. It had become an addiction, an act of the innate primal nature that laid dormant in all "civilized" beings. In this state, their minds were open to manipulation.
Which made the act of Hypnosis all the more elementary.
"Attack me." Kamui ordered, his voice resonating through the walls of the structure. He was drawing on their primal instincts, on their bloodthirst. Manipulating the mind was all the more easier when you drew upon one's desires, and simply altered it a little bit, instead of telling them to do something completely opposite of their persona, such as commit suicide in the most painful manner possible. They were already on the attack, they already wanted to kill, so what difference did it make if there was one person in particular who wanted to fight first?
As the conglomerate of savage prisoners descended upon him, Kamui found himself warping out of sight, utilizing his own superior speed to flicker out of the way, his body springing back to the far side of the long, broad hallway, away from the rest of his crew, prompting the prisoners to instead crash into each other, falling, dazed in a clump of flesh and bone.
"Only one of you can make it out of here." Kamui started, his words laden with the telekinetic commands, his own mental abilities descending upon them like a shroud of psychic energy, altering the very way they processed things.
"Look at you. You are rivals. Prisoners competing for one ship. You all wish to go different places, you all have different goals. None of you trust each other....you have no reason to. You would just as sooner stab another in the back. Sort out your ranks first. Solidify your own authority. Kill your fellow prisoners, and then kill myself and my crew. And the ship is all yours for the taking." Kamui spread his arms out, as if welcoming the prisoners into a hug, his psychic powers solidifying the commands he had already uttered. Their minds were shattered to begin with, with distrust and paranoia rampant. All Kamui needed to do was nudge them in the right direction.
And all was history.
The savages converged on each other like wild, starved animals, biting each other, ripping the skin off of others (and themselves) with long, overgrown nails. Bones were broken, blood was spilled, intestines were ripped out with bare hands as the escaped prisoners ripped each other to shreds.
The carnage lasted for quite awhile, with the rest of the pirates wearily spreading out throughout the prison block, avoiding the large mess of blood and entrails and still struggling prisoners in the middle. Their Arm Cannons were raised, their scouters primed to warn them of any more dangers in the shadows. Kamui merely kept his eyes fastened on the group of barbarians, his eyes dull and calm, analyzing them.
Eventually, the struggling stopped, and one prisoner rose. His right hand was a mess of blood and pulp, and blood was spewing out from about half a dozen grievous wounds dotted across his person. He was smiling and giggling, as if excited about the fact that he won, even though everyone else in the room could tell the Xeno was on his way out as well. Yet, he still shuffled forward, as if ready to attack Kamui.
"And now....I....I attack yo-"
He never got to finish that sentence before Kaiju sent a well aimed Finger Beam burrowing straight through his skull, punching through the brain and coming out the other end. The prisoner let out a low sigh before falling. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Only when Kamui assured himself that the group's spiritual energy had vanished completely, did he turn his back on the dead group of prisoners.
"Fan out." He instructed. Travel in groups of four, and keep your scouters active and ready. These prisoners are fast and are accustomed to working in darkness. They also have nothing to lose, and are insane. Do not let your guard down, and strike with lethal force. Go for the kill immediately, because they certainly will not hesitate." Kamui then looked to the prisoners still trapped in their cells.
"Kaiju, you're with me. We're going to find the control room for this building. Figure out if we could gas the rest of them still held captive." Kamui said, before the crew dispersed. They did not split up entirely, of course, but merely traveled in large clumps, with Kamui and Kaiju being the only group of two to travel down a large corridor alone. To find the control room, so that perhaps they could end this nightmarish trip quickly.
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Post by Cam on Oct 15, 2018 11:44:25 GMT -5
There would be more of the same. Crazed, starved prisoners that had turned on one another, some had even turned on themselves. It was a sad affair, many of what Kamui and his squad would come across were simply broken people, some rocking back and forth, some had raked and clawed at their own skin, or others, some were purely homicidal. Clearing out this wing of the prison in truth, wasn't hard. Powerful or not, their opponents had no tactics and fought like wild animals, instinctual and without any control. Though those voices continued--perhaps the most sane people who remained awake, they had set traps, though luckily for Kamui's men, most of those traps had been triggered by other crazed prisoners, "Your abilities to kill aren't bad," the first voice chimed as Kamui made his way through the prison wing, though there was a buzz behind it, identifying that the PA system had been what these voices were speaking through, "I don't think we could fight you head on. We don't need to though, do we brother?" There was a cackle over the system, "Agreed. You're too slow. You'll never catch us at this rate," success for the group was easy. Killing as a unit was easy, especially when you didn't have to discriminate with your targets. Indeed, the men and women they were gunning down had been people too brutal and insane for the Frieza force, an arm of the planet trade organization that wiped entire planets clean. Kamui was killing animals, not people, and it would feel akin to killing such beings. His mental abilities agitated some while it soothed others though. Fighting from this first wing into the next though, things would change drastically. The next block didn't look like a prison. It looked like art. Horrifying art. Statues of naked Xenos, everything from raging Saiyans to Frost demons to Brenchians and anything in between were encapsulated on stasis platforms, their bodies pale. They were alive and in suspended animation, living art pieces, their hearts beat once a minute, the capacities of their brains and bodies were slowed down that even at a casual walking pace, they couldn't perceive or react to those that moved among them. In reality, these were the most ruthless, vicious killers the galaxy had ever known, the Frieza force turning them into trophies that whoever had warlorded over the planet could brag about. Cam didn't care about those trophies, he wanted them gone. He wanted a punishment for those heinous, evil crimes. To wipe the slate clean for planet Cane, how many other prisoners had already escaped and were wreaking havoc on the planet's surface? Kamui likely didn't know, but then again he didn't need to. Cam would see that this planet was sorted out soon enough, "They're sleeping, in a sense. My brother didn't have the heart to kill them. We tried turning a few back on, but it doesn't work," the voice over the PA system chirped, "It's like having your body go from zero to one hundred instantly. Most people can't handle it no matter how strong they are." That was when the other voice chimed, "We want off this rock, Frost demon. We know you're here to kill us all, but it doesn't have to be that way." The other voice said, "Just let us leave with you. We can ho our own ways once we're off the planet. What do you say?"
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Oct 15, 2018 15:45:01 GMT -5
Numbers popped across the Changeling's scouters. Damage assessments. He had calibrated the device to track his own soldiers as they spread out across the compound. He took note of times when each squadron, the lot of them identified by tiny yellow dots across the red visor, stopped in their tracks, causing Kamui to theorize they had ran into some sort of trouble. More often than not, the yellow dots on his vision stopped for all but a few minutes, before resuming on their slow crawl through the scouter. However, there were a choice few that vanished altogether after stopping, signalling that Kamui's scouter had ceased picking up life signs from their scouters. Which could only mean that they had perished to the hands of crazed animals disguised as various aliens. Kamui couldn't imagine being trapped here for eternity. Some aspect of him saw the injustice on both sides. He was constantly reminded of the fact that every single person in here had committed atrocious acts in their own right, some committed crimes that Kamui wasn't even sure he'd like to know about. But at the same time, he did. He wished he understood why he was destroying a person before hopelessly eradicating the whole lot of them. In addition, he also saw the situation of these people as a manner of fault of the Planet Trade Organization. An organization with galactic injustice rooted for more than half a century, and they believed they had the right to declare what was humane or not? As much as he admired the power and tenacity of Frieza the Conqueror, he wasn't a blind follower. He was very much aware that the legendary Changeling had committed atrocities to the galaxy that none could ever replicate. So, destroying planets as if they were insects was humane, but whatever these men and women did was somehow worse than such, requiring incarceration until time indefinite?
It was reasonable to assume that most of these beings were not around when Lord Frieza last walked the realm of the living, yet the Planet Trade Organization, in all of its' years before collapse, never had a reputation for humanitarian acts. Yet, the issue was, these men and women were expendable. The consequence of people in power. Kamui believed there was little difference between the prisoners who were encased within these stasis chambers and the very men who put them there. The only difference being, there was no one to lock up the commanders. But the grunts who had overstepped their bounds to the point where they posed a threat? Most certainly. A harsh reality that the Changeling Space Pirate had recognized at a young age, which spurred his extreme dislike for most forms of government.
Government has been a tool for corruption since time immemorial. A tool in which people in power use the power that government wields to further an ulterior motive. It is easier to spread an ideal across the very lands that you own, even if the people are unwilling to believe such.
Not that Kamui had any intention to free them. Potential victims of a higher power or not, there was a reason that an organization as vile as the Planet Trade Organization wanted them locked away from the public eye for eternity. And Kamui was willing to bet that half of the Xenos who laid suspended in those blocks of material were just about as unstable and disoriented as the half starved ones who continued to roam the halls of the compound.
"To think....what happened to these people...these people were just like us.....roamed the galaxy just like us. Looked like us who knows how many years ago. Once upon a time, these people looked no different than a round of offworlders in a bar back on Planet Vegas..." Kaiju said, looking around, her expression skeptical but her tone of voice hinting more towards wonder. She seemed just as captivated...as well as disturbed as Kamui seemed to be.
"Now....half of them lay suspended. This could happen to anyone, very easily..."
"What you see is the fate of anyone weaker than a higher power." Kamui explained to his lover
"We could easily be next if Emperor Cam wills it. We don't have the power to stop him. Even if I were to fight him at my absolute maximum, I am sure he has more power to shove in my face, and my maximum leaves me rather unstable. Not to mention he commands fleets. He has crushed enemies greater than I. We are merely tools to a greater purpose, his greater agenda. Once we fulfill that goal, what is to say he won't suspend us as the Frieza Force did to these people...? In this universe we are all at the mercy to a select few. A select few controls the galaxy, and can decide the fates of millions with their warships and money. Disgusting." Kamui said, a touch of resentment in his voice. These were his true feelings, a pit in his stomach that had weighed down on him ever since he had discovered he had raided The Avarice. He knew exactly what he was. He was expendable. A group of independents that had nothing to do with Crusher Corps. Instead of wasting his own troops, Cam had decided to send in pirates who had no other choice but to, all of their members holding onto the glimmer of hope that Cam would release them afterwards, something that could easily be rendered false, for it wouldn't take much for Cam to kill them, even if they did survive this hellhole.
Kamui wished to be free from these positions. Yet, here he was. Drawn back into it, just as he was under his father's wing. Except, this man was stronger than his father.
His thoughts were interrupted by the activation of the PA system, Kamui's attention quickly being drawn towards the voices as they called out to him. To be frank, the Space Pirate was slightly impressed that these crazed men still had the mental capacity to work complex machinery....or anything more complex than their own fingernails, for that matter. He listened silently as they spoke, asking to be allowed to go free. Trying to give an alternative. At first, he didn't answer them. Then a small smile crossed his face.
Then a chuckle.
"I feel sympathy for your situation. I truly do. Puppets to the hierarchy, only meant to be thrown away when you are considered broken. Forgotten. Neglected. This is to be my fate one day. When that day will come, I don't know. It may easily be today."
Kamui held out his right arm horizontally outwards, placing his fingers together, and began to charge purple Ki to his fingertips.
"Unfortunately, I do not feel sympathetic enough to help you. None of you will escape. If you truly believe you can escape me...go ahead. I give you five minutes, before I kill you all."
Kamui suddenly jerked his hand horizontally, releasing the energy in a slicing arc in a complete circle around him, sending razor sharp waves of energy crashing into the stasis chambers, slicing the support systems and the statues themselves, causing the systems, already half broken, to overload entirely causing a chain reaction of explosions that only managed to finish off the men and women who were barely clinging to life as is.
Not waiting for a response, Kamui and Kaiju vaulted forward, both lovers flickering out of view, their afterimages distorting before vanishing. If so many prisoners were aware of his presence, it wouldn't do any good to walk at a snail's pace. He had to remain cautious, yet swift. Kaiju and Kamui's bodies appeared several times as they vaulted across the adjacent hallway, the visible bodies mere afterimages as the pair utilized Rapid Movement to augment their traveling speed. Every prisoner they saw that still breathed was merely an obstacle in the path, with either Kaiju driving a bullet of energy through their skull with her fingers, of Kamui executing another wave of super sharp energy, bisecting each enemy they came across.
"Howling Tempests, I urge you to pick up the pace. I want this place cleared. Everything that moves, kill it. No survivors, no witnesses. Erase this place of life in five minutes." Kamui ordered through his scouter communication device, noting as the various yellow dots across his scouter visor seemed to increase slightly in speed, signalling that his squadrons had taken note and had picked up the pace. He could even hear the dull sounds of blaster fire as his men opened fire on the unarmed occupants of the prison.
Only a little bit longer, Kamui thought to himself as he warped from hallway to hallway. Only a little bit longer until this mission was complete. If this was to be the last mission him and his team would ever do together, he was sure as hell going to do it well.
If Emperor Cam wanted to eradicate him and his crew afterwards for crimes against the Kabochan Empire, then so be it. But at the very least, he would let this be his last mission. A flawless success with only a third of his original crew.
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Post by Cam on Oct 15, 2018 16:51:38 GMT -5
Indeed, Kamui's crew had become a tool for the Emperor, though he overestimated Cam's ruthlessness. These people were a loose end, furthermore if they ever got free they would be an imminent threat to Caneans, many other prisons had been left derelict and multitudes of criminals had escaped while other prisons had been simply opened by the Emperor himself, all of the denizens freed, though those were traitors and political prisoners of the Frieza force, many of whom became turncoats for the Kabochan Confederacy or were allowed to leave the planet. Rarely did the Emperor "whip the slate clean," so to speak, but he knew this lot needed to die. They were all too far gone, monsters neglected far beyond what he could ever do to help. At best, he could have left the place alone and everyone within would have starved, stuck inside forever, but half of the prisoners within had already escaped, Kamui would have been in much, much deeper trouble were that not the case. As it stood, imminent destruction of this prison couldn't be stopped, "So be it," the voice said over the PA system, "We'll just--Wait! What? They're here!" The sound of blaster fire could be heard over the PA system before nothing. Looking at his scouter though, none of Kamui's men were anywhere near the control room. The voices belonged to brothers, that much had been obvious. With the destruction accelerated, they made for an exit. They couldn't take Kamui's ship, that simply wouldn't have been possible with any crew still on it, neither of the brother's bore the strength. Kamui didn't know it, but he had been talking to some of the last denizens of a warrior race from Planet Cane: The Naga. A powerful reptilian race that had battled the Frieza force back until Cooler and his Armored squadron had been called into deal with them. As it stood there was nothing that could truly stop Kamui and Kaiju's rampage. The prison was theirs, though given that Cam had provided a scouter to the Frost demon, he heard every word and observed everything that had occurred, "When you're done, I'll be outside. Level the place and let it be finished," he ordered. What the Emperor had ordered was a mercy kill and it had been enacted, but it had also provided some test of Kamui and his crew's power. When the deed was done, Cam stood outside of the Rogue Phantom, at his feet two reptilian looking men--easily eight feet tall, we bound and knocked out. He would applaud the crew, "Well done. I wagered a task like this would be simple enough. You didn't even use the orbital support I offered, color me impressed." He would produce a card. A small datapad he extended towards the frost demon. Should the changeling take it, he would see a display showing a receipt of credits--several million in fact, had been transferred to an account titled in Kamui's name, "Consider us square, pirate. I got the only thing worth saving out of that hell-hole. You and yours keep your noses clean and away from my ships and we won't have a problem, get me?" The Emperor asked, knowing full well that they understood each other. There was no surprise of death waiting for Kamui or his crew though, just a tidy sum of money for a hard task. That was the thing, under Cam's regime you do the job, then you get paid. No tricks, no underhanded throttlings, if you were an asset to the Emperor you prospered. Despite trying to rob the Kabochan, he was merciful enough to provide incentives rather than punishments.
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