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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2018 0:09:16 GMT -5
Some time had passed since the Demon Lord Amatricina had last seen her Emperor. After the meeting of the ranking members of the Crusher Corps and their parent government the Kabochan Confederacy, the demoness had set her own plans into motion. She and Lieutenant Kamui Solaris had traveled down to the surface of Kabocha to perform a dark ritual, restoring the cyborg's body to a demonic reincarnation of his original form. The act of great sacrilege had been a test of both the demon's newfound limits and the mental and physical fortitude of the crippled changeling. Following the ritual, both warriors had taken several days to recuperate aboard the Omnipotence, before sparring violently to test the Frost Demon's new power against the Demon Lord's might. Amatricina had emerged the victor, even after handicapping herself with magically weighted armor and apparel. Satisfied with his restored form and new strength though, Kamui had departed for to fulfill his own ambitions. Amatricina could not be around to babysit her 'child', but believed her creation sufficiently strong enough to freely carry out his own accords. Amatricina herself had departed back towards Earth, intent to honor her offer to the Knight of Manus, Sir Nickel Gallius. The knight had a lingering sickness of the mind, a cancer of the soul that formed a second consciousness in the recesses of his thoughts. A dark mirror that had committed a most heinous crime, insulting the demoness. For that it must be punished, and she had promised to peer into the man's mortal soul and carve this aberration from his very essence, sealing it away in a vessel where it could be kept tormented for all eternity or destroyed. Amatricina and Gallius had completed their dark pact on Earth, on her beloved Banbuku Island in the shadow of Poco Poco Volcano. The cleansing had proven a success, Gallius soul remained intact and fully purged of the corruption in his mind. But the untimely arrival of his supposed 'God' Manus had cut things short. Amatricina had met the creature face to face, learning of its demonic origins. Declaring it a traitor, its life's work a failure, and the fact it was already dying to be a blessing a mercy. Manus had left her with a foul taste in her mouth, and the demoness had left the isle in disgust. Tearing open a dimensional rift back to her home realm, Amatricina had returned to her world of Monsigneus to retake her seat upon the Obsidian Throne, if only briefly. The Fire Demon remained on her throne only long enough to inform her clan of the goings on of the mortal realm, as well as meet with her closest siblings to discuss more private matters. Amatricina had much unfinished business with the mortals, and with little threat presently posed to her clan and her own demonic might growing with each day she once more returned to the mortal realm after a brief hiatus. The demon's quest to uncover the secrets of the Dragonballs had long since been derailed, a task which she quickly returned to. She had studied the gems keenly when she first discovered one, and the magical energy the gems emanated was unique and unmistakable. With her strength no longer diminished in the mortal realm, the demon having weened herself off a dependence on Dark Energy through months of dedicated and rigorous training, it became a much easier task to locate the orbs. She had spent days scouring the Earth, racing along its surface endlessly probing outwards with her magics as she tried to sense the location of one of the orbs. She'd found her prize in the frozen southern ice cap of the planet, buried under miles of arctic ice. An easy feat for the demon, Amatricina melted a small sea's worth of ice with her demonic hellfire before locating her prize. Now, with Dragonball in hand and a message from Gallius yet to deliver, Amatricina felt out with her telepathy, feeling across the vast depths of space for the Emperor's unique energy. She located it in a familiar place, his mighty flagship the Omnipotence. From there it was a simple matter for demoness to reach out, slicing a rift in the fabric of dimensions with ki infused claws. She rend a wound in existence, a portal that opened directly on the bridge of the great Kabochan warship. Amatricina climbed through in a flash of crimson light, she had an Emperor to speak with. The other end of the dimensional rift tore open in the center of the Omnipotence's bridge, a black gash that hung in the very air like an open wound before splitting wide revealing a portal that shimmered and crackled with demonic energy. An armored hand reached out, gripping the edge of the immaterial tunnel as the Demon Lord stepped through to the other side. It took great feats of raw power and magical strength to open even small rifts for sustained periods of time. As Amatricina's armored heels touched the metal floor of the bridge her aura surged around her like a burning maelstrom, her power level well over a hundred thousand and still bounding upwards as her concentration bound the rift open. Once fully through the demoness turned to her portal, clenching her right fist as it crackled with demonic ki. Her ruby eyes glowed bright with fiery light and the writhing portal burned out and collapsed unable to sustain itself without her continued supply of energy. It made a terrible sound as it sealed shut, a howl of sorts as the dimensional fabric was bound tight. Amatricina turned to look about the commanding officers of the warship. She knew few by name, and they looked at her with a mixture of shock, surprise, and concern. The demoness knew her Emperor would surely sense her arrival, he'd be a fool not to. That said, the Fire Demon turned to one Kabochan she did recognize. "Prime Lieutenant Coca." The demoness spoke with an air of authority and mild enthusiasm. "Good to see you again, I trust you've been doing well. I know I certainty have." Her tone light hearted, betraying her usual deathly serious nature. Amatricina grinned wickedly, slowly furling and unfurling her talons as Dark Energy crackled at her fingertips. She'd learned how to conjure in the mortal realm, in small but intoxicating doses. An aphrodisiac to her demonic ki, a power too great for any of these mortals to ever truly know. "Summon our Emperor. I have much to speak with Carambolis of. Tell him, all news is good news..."
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Post by Cam on Nov 27, 2018 18:44:01 GMT -5
Lieutenant Coca was someone who often took her orders well and without question. Were Carambolis giving an order she would fulfill it without hesitation, performance was its own reward for the woman in many ways. What was not a reward in her mind was some demoness ripping a hole in reality to board her ship unannounced and bark orders at her. This demon was far from her Emperor and why he kept her around he couldn't fathom, "Carambolis has always hated demons you know," she said this aloud as she remained seated in her chair on the bridge, not looking up from her display panel, fingers tapping away at her work. "Most do these days. Lot of unexplained killings and disastrous events occurring around the galaxy have after the fact been linked to demons, our home world was no exception, it was just durable enough to survive. I don't know what you have planned for our Emperor," she stood then, turning around to meet Amatricina's gaze. Anger was evident on her features, a woman made of pure composure struggling to keep hers as what she considered to be an abomination was welcomed on their flagship. "I trust my Emperor, I do not trust you. You're only welcome here by his word alone. Were it my choice I would have a swarm of elites on you and they would rip you apart. Do not presume to order me again. Carambolis will be here shortly. In the future I would like to keep anything we have to say with one another entirely minimal."
Her stride carried her across the bridge to a large set of sliding doors where she would disappear provided Amatracina didn't try to stop her.
All the while, Carambolis had indeed sensed the demon's energies and was already en route to the bridge of the ship, his visor scouter chirping all kinds of numbers and values at him, ones that brought a smile to his features. His own power was still growing albeit slower than he would like. So much of what he was doing as of late had turned to legitimate ruling. How to structure a newly liberated planet's economy. How to help them, how to integrate them into a larger machine that kept pushing forward to stabilize the mess that was their galaxy. He had made more than a few allies as of late, ones that gave him all the more confidence that no matter how these peace talks went he would stand as a true victor at the end of them.
"She's here again," Duria murmured, his own scouter getting all the same readings. The Emperor had stopped by the ship to return a found dragonball to his horde and to spar with Duria. Their sessions were intense and well thought out, in an individual fight the Emperor couldn't think of a more technical, well thought out foe to face. Duria didn't have a mind to rule, he had a mind to fight and was so singularly focused on it that he often put other soldiers brave enough to train with him in the medical wing of the ship, while many could match his enthusiasm, few could match his ability. Moving to one side of the room, the Emperor would press a hand to a green orb there and in short order, his transportation would be arranged. Unlike the other times Amatricina had seen the Emperor, this time his appearance was much more stripped down, quite literally so. Duria had come with the Emperor, after all he was his bodyguard, both had their long black hair tied back in ponytails, Duria's tail was wrapped around his waist, in one hand he clutched a bag of rainbow colored sugar candies, he was currently dumping a small handful into the Emperor's hand, "Sugar helps that synapses fire better. Your body responds to its own healing and motor functions quicker, assuming your physiology works the same as mine." the Saiyan was clearly in the middle of training talk, Cam popped the candies into his mouth, chewing them down quickly as he stepped forward.
"Amatricina, welcome back. You always seem to land at my integral busy points, so it goes though!" Currently the Emperor wore no armor. His body covered in a simple black training one piece suit, not unlike a wrestlers attire, it was of course sleeveless and the legs cut off just above the knee, the matte black look worked for the Emperor, his physical features so often masked by armor were easily seen now. While the Emperor's psychic abilities were the stuff of legend, his body clearly was built for punishment and out of his armor, Amatricina might see those marks, the edge of a scar peeking out at the edges, on his left thigh their was a long scar from a gash. His body had suffered many cuts over the years, bladed weapons had never been kind to the Emperor and so far as anyone could tell, he never touched them if he could avoid it. Duria was dressed in much the same, without the tail they might have looked related, like cousins or half brothers, features similar enough to have some semblance. Where Duria was broad and barrel chested though, the Emperor was angular and sleek, a lighter, faster version of the Saiyan warrior with much more corded muscles and less body fat.
"Sorry about the attire, you caught Duria and myself at the tail end of our training session. Good for me too," he cackled mischievously, nudging the bodyguard with his elbow who made a 'tsk' noise before cramming more candy in his mouth. "What brings you across the galaxy then? Something important I trust, or did you just come all this way to offer to kick my ass? Seems like all my friends and retinue have it out for me. Not sure what I did." the Emperor stated succinctly, "Or was it something more profound?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2018 0:07:00 GMT -5
Amatricina raised an eyebrow when the Prime Lieutenant replied. "All the words in your lexicon, and those were the ones you chose to reply with? I expected better, the way Carambolis heaps praise upon you Coca." Already the Demon Lord was irritated, her wrath wafted off her as a miasma of malice that could not be sensed so much as it could be felt by the beings in the room. As the Fire Demon's power had swelled back to proper levels upon acclimating herself to the Mortal Realm, her corrupting effects had returned to her. She radiated malevolence at all times, it was a persistent aura of dread that emanated from her. A byproduct of the Dark Energy she so readily absorbed and her own demonic heritage. "Carambolis knows the feeling is mutual. I am unphased by his hatred." Amatricina replied coldly as she crossed her arms beneath her considerable bust. She still bore the chip on her shoulder from her last 'fight' with the Emperor. Regardless of her feelings on the matter she had made a pact with the Kabochan ruler, and was honor bound to uphold her end of the bargain. She listened to the woman's rambling little speech, she was not here for a history lesson from a mere subordinate. Her pact was with Carambolis, not Coca. "Congratulations Coca, you have successfully described the core principle of my kind. We are sin made flesh, death incarnate. My kind has made war against itself for seventy five million years, we do not intend to change our ways any time soon." The demon met the woman's gaze, her fiery red eyes cast upon the Kabochan woman as the two glared at each other. The Lieutenant stunk of anger, it wafted from her like an aroma to the demon. A shame she did not have time to manipulate that anger into something more... beneficial. As Coca spoke, the urge to headbutt the woman had never been greater in Amatricina's mind. To run her through with her black horns and split the mortal woman stem to stern. "What I have planned with your Emperor, is exactly as I have told him and all others. We made a pact, and my clan honors ours. We are not some detestable cretins who balk at the notion of honor. Honor is for those with strength, who do not fear reprisal." Her words remained cold, harsh, as if she were stating facts to an ignorant child. When they had first met Amatricina had been forced to put on a pretty face and tolerate Coca, as she tolerated many things about these Kabochans. But now, now she was free to speak her mind. "I am not here for your trust, Prime Lieutenant. I am here for your compliance. Subordinate." When Amatricina spoke her words were like venom dripping from her fangs. She clenched a fist slowly, her rage simmering at this mere subordinate's insolence. Were it a demon of a rival clan addressing her this way, Amatricina would have already carved out the woman's still beating heart through her chest. But these mortals played by a different set of rules, and if she was to meet her own goals the demoness would need begrudgingly oblige. The Fire Demon flashed a fanged grin at the woman's threat, it carried little weight compared to when she had first encountered the detestable woman. "And I would look forward to gnawing the seared meat from the bones of those so-called 'elites.' There is precisely one member of your species I hold any respect for in combat." Amatricina left her words at that, but briefly flared her aura hard enough to send a wave of pressure through the warship's bridge. A taste of her newfound strength, but only a taste. These peons were unworthy of experiencing her full unbridled might. Amatricina scoffed, as she exhaled a noxious black smoke emanated from between plump lips. It stunk heavy with the scent of volcanic ash. "Agreed..." The demon said simply through a mouthful of noxious vapor, watching with some small sense of relief as the other woman left the room. Good riddance, Amatricina thought to herself. As the Emperor finally made his appearance, naturally he had his Saiyan brute at his right hand. Amatricina never remembered the warrior's name, it began with a D. Duran she assumed, what mattered was she had not liked the warrior from the moment she laid eyes on him. Arms still crossed as the two arrived, the demon eyed the bag of sweets. Her eyes glowed slightly, and several of the confections levitated from the bag and into the demon's waiting open mouth. She chewed slowly savoring the treat, one thing she admired about the mortal realm was their penchant for delicious food. They could cook well, and their animals tasted even better than their sentient beings. It was one small creature comfort the demoness enjoyed whenever possible. With her mouthful, the demoness reached out to Carambolis' thoughts with her own, addressing him telepathically for the first time on her own accord. "It feels good to be comfortable walking around in my own skin. I am ashamed you originally saw me in such a pathetic state." The demon rolled her head slowly, cracking her neck loudly as she silently gazed at the Emperor. "I have restored Kamui's body to flesh and blood. He emerged...stronger than I anticipated. I occasionally outdo even my own expectations."Amatricina swallowed hard, exhaling another buff of inky black smoke as she sighed contently. "My body craves fuel to burn, it matters little what kind. I could sustain myself on raw Dark Energy alone if pressured to. But while intoxicating in its own way, these candies taste all the sweeter." The demon said proudly, always eager to inform the uneducated of her race's many boons and strengths. She took stock of the two, they were quite the spectacle. Amatricina had never seen either out of their formal battle regalia, sweaty from training and relatively disrobed. She could see the Emperor's body was marred by scars, likely obtained in an era he lacked access to his medical machines. She did not actually know of Carambolis' origins, beyond what little he told her. He claimed his demonic amulet, and that made him ruler of his kind. The rest was open to interpretation. Clearly, his tale was written in blood and sorrow. Amatricina groaned under her breath at the pun, if she had the Saiyan's tail she'd be hard pressed not to smack him with it for that remark. For once, Duria and her seemed to be in agreement. The Demon Lord had little time for the Kabochan's jokes. She was not here for his humor, she was here because begrudgingly she was his ally. And there were steps needed to maintain both warriors achieved their goals. This was but one of them. "Carambolis, My Emperor. There is much I need discuss with you. Matters of the earth, and of... Ferusalem." The name of Sir Gallius' planet momentarily escaped her. "And matters of this." Amatricina smiled, a wicked smile that betrayed her sinister ambitions. The demon reached a hand nonchalantly into the cavernous valley of lush cleavage she sported, retrieving her gift from the most well guarded of hiding places. When her armored gauntlet emerged it held tight in its grip a seven starred gem, orange and glowing faintly as it pulsed with unknown magical might. The seven star Dragonball, in all its splendor. "Behold. My gift to you." Amatricina said proudly, holding out the artifacts for her liege to inspect. "Buried, far beneath the frozen ice caps of the earth. I believe I may have temporarily altered the planet's climate from the sheer volume of ice I had to melt to reach it. It was a therapeutic application of my hellfire." The demoness held out her arm, holding the mystic artifact for the Emperor to take, a dull, molten heat radiating from the demon's limbs as an after effect of her jubilation.
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Post by Cam on Nov 28, 2018 17:35:28 GMT -5
"None of your forms are shameful, come now." The mental retort towards the Demon woman before they dove headfirst into the conversation at hand. If Carambolis did hate the Amatricina there had yet to be any true indicators. He had held the ability and opportunity to kill her long ago and chose not to, despite whatever prejudices the Emperor held, he set them aside to work and work well with the demon as long as he could maintain such a relationship. One could be left wondering, was Coca jealous? Did she have her own ambitions, or was she telling the truth? Furthermore, if she was telling the truth then how did it benefit her? Questions Amatricina had likely already asked and come to her own conclusions on. Watching the demon steal some of Duria's candy, Cam chortled with amusement, "Stealing food from a Saiyan is a bold move. I knew I liked you," he looked over at Duria, "You'll have to mind the old phrase, but you Amatricina, have balls." He leveled his gaze on Amatricina then, mentally replying once more. "I saw your handiwork with Kamui firsthand. Not too shabby."
And as if on cue, she did have balls. Well, one ball. A dragonball to be exact. The Emperor's golden eyes lit up with mischievous glee as he stepped forward to receive the glass-like orb, cackling with delight, "Six down, one to go. You've proven yourself to be quite the asset Amatricina, keep it up." His hands plucked the orb up, studying it carefully, the warmth of the demoness' bosom still clung to the orb making it warm to the touch. "Ferusalem. I've heard of it before, some haven outside the laws of all the greater forces in the galaxy trying to maintain its own staunch neutrality," Cam spat off to one side, clearly against such a concept. "Complacency is not a virtue. I understand the need for a haven from all of this but between you and me, I don't see Ferusalem lasting long. Not without controls." The Emperor added succinctly. "What is it you've learned then?"
Duria folded his arms together, guarding his rainbow candies a little more preciously now as he watched Cam speak. He agreed with the point that Ferusalem wouldn't last long, though were he strictly a mercenary it would be a place to go, one were he could likely look for work, "Why not let them buy some Crusher Corp? They'll need the protection. You can withdraw when it gets too dicey, in the meantime you absorb large parts of their military might and money." Duria had seen this plan executed many times over and it had so far, always worked. Business ventures that looked profitable and low risk or humanitarian aid, those were proverbial feet he could use to get in the door and make a determination one way or another.
"I suppose this means my wish will be taking place soon," the Emperor sighed as he mved over to his command chair, calling for a detail to come claim the golden wish orb so that it could be taken to the rest and thoroughly guarded. The ship had a vault dedicated to the Emperor's victorious claims of treasure and relics, the true prize was on Kabocha where he offloaded such trophies and relics but to any single person, this vault contained enough riches to establish a dynasty for eons--something the Kabochan wasn't against in the slightest.
"You'll be happy to know Ches is out of the picture, for now at least. Not killed, but the Guardian of Earth has taken his place as king, a being unlike any I've ever encountered before, a man named Xell, or at least he portrays himself as a man. I get the sense he's far from human." In truth their meeting had been akin to Amatricina and Carambolis first meeting, albeit who was in charge had been a little more in flux in that conversation. Xell had might, power and ambition and he seemed willing to use it, that was admirable. What Cam hadn't determined yet was what he was willing to use his powers for. Were the guardian malleable enough they were liable to have a great relationship, though if he had proved to be too staunch or too resistant, well the Emperor supposed he would cross that bridge when he came to it. A squad of troops would appear shortly after the call was made, coming to collect the wish orb from the Emperor and spirit it away.
"Go on then, lets here it," Cam gestured towards Amatricina, she had always provided good intelligence so far, he saw no reason for the demon's credibility to have changed, yet.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2018 18:34:20 GMT -5
"Weakness is shameful." The demon replied swiftly, the bitter taste of spite on her psychic words. A weakness she had yet to forgive herself for, even as she ascended to new heights of strength she'd never tasted before. Amatricina was in little mood for small talk and idle chit chat. This was a meeting of purpose, a necessary evil given her aloofness in Crusher Corps activities since their council meeting upon arrival at Kabocha. She scoffed at the Emperor's remark, gaze slowly casting upon the Saiyan brute. "Nothing is bold when backed by sufficient force. Unless Duria can ascend to the Super Saiyan form I have heard so much about, strike me would be his last mistake." The demon's threats were hardly idle, and her brief but insufferable meeting with Coca had set her in a foul mood. "I do not understand the phrase, but I think I understand the sentiment." She said dryly, the Kabochan's metaphor was over her head. An impressive feat, given the horns. "You understate my work. His flesh in imbued with demonic energy, it is how I forced a mass regeneration of lost tissue and bone. However his mortal soul now actively rejects his demonic body, like a bad organ transplant. I had to bind his soul to his own body like a vessel using powerful sealing spells. I could think of no other way." It had been an arduous task restoring the cyborg to his physical form, Amatricina had never attempted something even remotely close. She doubted it would have been possible with the Husk of Might, its latent magics acting as a sterile operating theater for her ritual. Amatricina cracked a wry grin at the Emperor's elation at her prize. She disliked handing over such a rare gemstone and magical artifact, but she still had no idea how to actually use the powers contained within the Dragonballs. After Carambolis received his wish and she had seen whatever spell or ritual was needed to invoke the gems' power, the demoness reasoned she would just collect them for herself. "Collecting baubles is not why I was enlisted Carambolis, I am in no mood for idle flattery." The Fire Demon said as she returned to her usual haughty tone. She nodded along in mild agreement as the Emperor discussed his agitation with the concept of Ferusalem. It was an odd planet, such a verdant and fertile world unspoiled by a civilized race or ruthless colonizers. From what Amatricina had seen of mortal worlds, Earth, Kabocha, Ferusalem, the mortals favored temperate worlds teeming with water and life. They were too soft of beings to ever carve out an existence among a molten hellscape as her clan chose to. How no great conquering power had claimed Ferusalem yet was the demoness' great mystery. When Carambolis was finished Amatricina finally spoke up, saying her piece as was requested. "We spotted the world on our long range scanners on return from Styx, I was eager to make the direct course back to Earth to regroup with the Omnipotence, but your navigation officers demanded I follow protocol and allow the fleet time to complete preliminary scans, chart star coordinates, and otherwise map the world. I did not feel like dampening my victory with an argument between my subordinate officers, so I obliged their whims. The planet itself is as expected of a haven, it is large, verdant, with abundant fresh water and native fauna. I wager it roughly thrice the diameter of Earth, perhaps more, and the gravity is as according. More importantly though, as commander of the battle group I was personally invited down to Ferusalem as an ambassador of sorts. The planet has almost no military to speak of whatsoever. It is governed, much less ruled, by a knightly order that styles themselves as the 'Knights of Cordis.' They embody all the values you'd expect of idealistic pacifists, and rule via a council of their senior members. The majority of the planet's populace appears to be just as you said, refugees and displaced peoples from across the stars seeking shelter from the flames of war. Their economy in minimal, as is their infrastructure. Most of what I saw in my limited stay was simple farmers, artisans, and other menial professions carried out by the lowest of mortal society. It is a nation state of peasants, there are no engineers, scholars, or scientists to be found there." Her report was lengthy, but she had done far more than just idly listen to Gallius' ramblings during her brief stay. Amatricina shook her head at Duria's suggestion, his tactic was folly for this particular world. "Ferusalem is a backwater inhabited by chiefly subsistence farmers. They hardly have the zeni to buy their grain, let alone the protection of a mercenary armada. I could have raised the planet to the ground with just the dozen ships in my flotilla. I could have destroyed the planet myself with ten minutes needed to draw out the needed Dark Energy." The demoness flexed her hands, clenching her fists as they crackled with power. "I have another, more direct way to get Ferusalem into your good graces, should Carambolis wish to hear." Amatricina added, holding her information close to the chest until it was requested of her. She did not like saying more than needed to be said outside of privacy, it was an old habit her mother had instilled in her about the nature of intrigue and courtly politics. As the Emperor moved to his throne, Amatricina followed, arms crossed beneath her bust and a heavy sway to her hips as she walked. This reminded her too much of the first time she had set foot on the bridge of the ship. She could practically taste the oaken aftertaste of the Sap of Might on her lips. What she heard next, she did not in the slightest. The demon's body briefly flared a wave of heat at the phrase Guardian of Earth, she shifted restlessly where she stood as her power faded following the lapse in control. "So the craven king is disposed, and without me having to so much as lift a finger. Then the terms of my pact are fulfilled, if not by my hand. Unless of course, the earth was not delivered onto you by this Xell being. Do you truly know of his allegiance?" Amatricina paused, watching as Kabochan soldiers appeared to collect the Dragonball, presumably carting it off to a secure location to be monitored with the rest. The discipline of the Kabochan Confederacy was its greatest strength, that much was to be sure. She turned her head back to address the Emperor once more. "If he is no Earthling, then what manner of being is this Xell? And tell me Carambolis, what exactly is this Guardian of Earth title you speak off?" The demon's brow furrowed, she knew of overseer positions, petty deities that operated under the umbrella of the Kais. The mere thought of this Xell potentially being in league with her most ancient of nemesis made the demon's blood boil. Her report could wait, she needed to know more of this mysterious and supposedly powerful being first. She had to know.
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Post by Cam on Nov 29, 2018 19:13:17 GMT -5
Carambolis shook his head, "I don't know much about Guardians, old texts and legends. Supposedly some worlds have chosen guardians. Mortals trained by the gods to vanguard the life of the planet and attempt to keep society as a whole on the straight and narrow. Kabocha had a guardian who failed," The Emperor stated succinctly, "I imagine that's why our world was so thoroughly ravaged. Xell doesn't strike me as human. His power and what he is capable of is... Indicative of something altogether stronger. Some sort of humanoid Xeno I've never encountered before more than likely," The Kabochan shrugged once, "That's the gist of it. Servants of the gods themselves. He claims to be one. Might explain the source of his power."
Twisting around in his chair, he pushed another series of buttons, "Ferusalem, go on then. Tell me what you've learned. I'll record it and make a decision. I need all the information I can get before these peace accords." Indeed, and little was known of the Knight's Cordis. If they were only a planetary force then Cam wasn't worried, he could crush any single planet's military with ease and being independent, few places would come to the aid of the planet if he decided to take it by force.
"As for Duria? I wouldn't underestimate him. He's one of those unique Saiyans," Cam cautioned towards Amatricina, "It's not super Saiyan what he can do, it's something almost entirely different, wouldn't you say?" The emperor asked otwards his bodyguard who shrugged once, "Some people call it super Saiyan, I call it rage mode. Like in a video game. I just get fuckin' pissed and my sight gets a red ring around it. I become hyper aware of everything around me, my power increases and I just... Go." A flase super Saiyan form, by another name, to find out how it was different Amatricina would have to simply face the Saiyan in combat at some point in time.
"See? I don't pick any slouches for training. Can't afford it." Cam remarked. His thoughts fell to Kamui then, "So you put him back together. He's strong to be certain, might be able to best me in single combat, dare I say. We'll find out soon," the Emperor remarked tacitly, the idea that one of his soldiers might rise to challenge him birthed from paranoia, sat in his mind for just a few seconds before he pushed it away. Raw power alone didn't create a leader, even if Kamui could best him in one manner it wouldn't mean much in the long run, not with what the Emperor was soon to gain. His wish and more might than he could dream of.
"Regardless, give me what you got. I'll figure a solution for Ferusalem one way or another. These peace accords could be a chance to gain some strong, reliable allies. I think this Xell being is on the up and up enough to be trusted. He seems to have Earth's best intentions in mind, I can work with that so long as he's not unreasonable." Sure the Kai had a taste for the finer things, wine, women, gold and money, but then again so did Carambolis. Xell had a price, he could be bought and sold it seemed and that made him useful.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2018 20:19:46 GMT -5
Amatricina did not speak on this Guardian of Earth, not yet anyways. The words that poured from Carambolis mouth filled her with a seething, burning rage. It paralyzed her, and she stood rooted in grim anger as he spoke. Servant of the Kais, or a deity himself. It did not matter which, this Xell was opposed to her by the very nature of his existence. Her entire being was a dark mirror to the Kais. Whatever they stood for, she did not. Whatever they sought, she sought to undo. There was no middle ground, no room for negations in this matter. Demonic fight divine, it was a conflict set in motion eons before her birth. A conflict she would gladly end, as all demons wished to. Amatricina did not even look at Carambolis, she did not want to burst in a violent display of rage. There would be no ship's bridge left, and she did not want to have to try and save the vessel's bridge crew upon that unfortunate sequence of events. She reached out to Carambolis with a telekinetic link once more, her thoughts burning with a heated molten rage that could be felt, like a hot iron pressed against the mind. "You consort with a Shinjin, a divine being of the Other World. I will slay this Xell, I will tear his beating heart from his chest. In time..." Her link broke, her Wrath briefly overwhelming her focus. The Demon Lord wanted to strike out and hit something, to tear a world apart with her claws. To feel millions if not billions of souls condemned to oblivion beneath her might. She did not, for obvious reasons. It took every ounce of her willpower to temper her wrath as Carambolis' words drifted to other topics. She would hold onto it, so it could be savored for later. "Then he would die all the same." The Demoness said coldly in response to Duria's remarks, having no doubts in her mind she could slay a Saiyan incapable of their hallmark transformation. She had deduced the last Demon King had been slain by a Super Saiyan, one strong enough to defeat the Galactic Emperor known as Frieza, a being exceeded in strength only by Dabura to the best of Amatricina's knowledge. Well, Dabura and this unknown Super Saiyan that is. "I have done far more than 'put Kamui back together,' I have little patience to explain the intricacies. The short version is he is now a warrior who's soul is bound to his own body by demonic magic." Amatricina sensed the flicker of fear from Her Emperor's soul. It was a new emotion, one she had not felt from the warrior before, it brought a smile to her face. The demon's expression grew far more sinister. "If Kamui bests you in combat. Know then that I bested Kamui in combat myself in turn... without fighting at my full might." The Demon's fist crackled with demonic energy as she clenched it triumphantly, her smile both wide and dripping with malice. This, this put her in a good mood. "After the Frost Demon recovered he asked me to spar with him, to test his newfound strength. I obliged, but weighted my armor with my magics. Let that thought stir in your mind." Amatricina spoke with an unbound pride, eager to settle her score with the Emperor soon. The humiliation she suffered must be returned in equal measure. Her honor as a demon must be restored to full. Before she had been weak, sapped of the energy she craved and unfamiliar with the emptiness of the mortal realm. Now though, now that emptiness was a constant means of training her body. Dark Energy had become a way to augment not maintain the grandeur of her form. Amatricina stepped forth to the monitors that graced in front of the Emperor's throne. She linked psychically with the Omnipotence, requesting it to pull pertinent data from its logs that had been uploaded by her fleet. Images, scans, coordinates, and a rough 3D projection of Ferusalem were displayed to accommodate her explanation. "The Knights of Cordis, as they are called, believe in a code of chivalrous virtue. They live in modesty, protect the innocent, and uphold law and order among their subjects. Appealing to their honor and their desires for peace is a sure way into their hearts. As for make up, they contain members of an assortment of xeno races I am unfamiliar with, though you may know them well. There was a green skinned alien with two antennae, several beings from a world I was once summoned to, the latter had long ears but humanoid appearance. Lastly I believe their were Saiyans and Earthlings among their rank, but I cannot say for certain as mortals look so similar to one who thinks them beneath her." Amatricina spoke not out of pride, but out of truth. Her apathy to mortals made her highly ignorant of their intricacies. Even she knew it was a hindrance. "More importantly though. I am familiar with one of their senior-most members. A knight by the name of Sir Nickel Gallius, who styles himself as the Knight of Manus." This time it was the demon herself that aided in the display. She took both hands and conjured a blazing orb of fire in her ends. In the flames were displayed an image of Gallius, battling the forces of a shadow cult in his golden shimmering armor. A memory pulled from her own mind, displayed before the Emperor in her own perspective. When she finished the display Amatricina withdrew again into a reserved pose. "I have something of a history with this Gallius, I owed him a debt, and I have paid him in a great service few could offer him. More importantly, he bears a relic I crafted for him. Forged of his own possession infused with my Dark Energy. I can sense my trinket through the void. It is one of the few sources of Dark Energy in this section of the universe."Amatricina stepped away from the command throne, giving herself ample space as the talons of her clawed gauntlet once more infused with a nightmarish crimson light that crackled with onyx jolts of electricity. She focused her gaze, reaching out and slowly carving through the empty air itself, tearing open a rift in time and space. The wound in the dimensional fabric shimmered with demonic energy, before the demoness reached both hands in and pulled it wide open like drawing the curtains at a windowsill. Wherever Sir Gallius was in the universe, the rift opened in front of him. Amatricina and the Kabochan warship's bridge visible behind her through the rippling watery surface of the demonic feat of magic. The Demon Lord breathed out, it was no easy gesture tearing open these rifts repeatedly. It took significant amounts of her ki, and she deigned to maintain the portal longer than was necessary. Turning back to Carambolis the dimensional rift was tethered to Amatricina's aura, tendrils of demonic ki flowing from her to it like a steady transfusion of blood. She folded her arms, casting her gaze coldly upon the Emperor. "Sir Gallius expressed his wish to speak with you on the matter of Ferusalem in person. I have obliged this request, now he need only step through the portal and he will have his audience." The demon shifted restlessly, her thoughts once more returning to the Guardian of Earth, Xell... "I know not, or care not of these so called peace accords. The only peace my kind knows is through submission. Peace is a delusion, granted by the strong to the weak. The weak must serve the strong, or be crushed beneath them. Heed these two tenants as you attend, for I will not under any circumstances. They are ancient edicts of the Demon Realm, ones that stand to this very day."
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Post by Cam on Dec 3, 2018 16:19:45 GMT -5
Cam chorlted, "You need not worry. I broke the boy all the same," he said coolly towards Amatricina, "Had fun making me work for it though. He's a tough cookie, but nothing I couldn't ultimately digest." he said as he grinned up at the demon, "Still. Progression is good, I'm thrilled you're all growing stronger, that only means we can move things forward. Agenda or otherwise." At the mention of Gallius, the Emperor grimaced, "I don't care to speak with that self-righteous knightly type." He could see what the man was trying to represent. Knight's had codes of ethics and honor. Knights were chivalrous, dedicated, austere. In the public eye, calling your order knightly and making your soldiers swear many complicated and ultimately contradicting oaths was something of a detriment Cam preferred to avoid. Though Amatricina had conjured a portal for Gallius to proceed through, the Emperor rolled his eyes. He agreed with Amatricina to a certain degree, though he couldn't voice that out loud. Strength should lead, but strength should also be strong enough to carry the responsibilities of leadership soundly. Poor leadership to Carambolis was the mark of a weaker man, it took fortitude, cunning, and deep mental and social strength to be a good leader. Amatricina for better or worse, was a good leader. She made things happen, even with this face to face meeting, as much as Cam didn't care for the idea he would do it all the same. Whenever Gallius emerged, he and whoever else he brought would be standing on a sleek metallic looking bridge. A trench on each side, computer hubs scattered all around, each trench had a crew of about thirty people in it, operating the gigantic ship, ensigns shuffling around the place and elite guards posted at the entrance and two at each trench entrance, a total of ten guards plus crew, Cam, Duria and Amatricina. Between these two trenches was a long walkway that lead to a viewport currently aimed at the Earth below, in an instant they could be shielded both with energy and thick plating, an exposed viewport in battle was a foolish thing to have and would result in an easy target for any small fighters or for a cannon designed to punch through energy shielding. The floor shined, allowing for a distorted shadow to reflect back at anyone who looked downwards, "Welcome aboard the Omnipotence Sir Nickel Gallius," the Emperor would announce, though he wouldn't rise from his chair that sat squarely in the center of the walkway, he had turned it around to face the portal though so he could meet the knight's gaze when he arrived. "As I understand it you've been doing work with my friend here," he gestured towards Amatricina, "For that I am grateful. Amatricina had proven herself wholly invaluable in my affairs. From restoration to purging of those who do not rightly belong in our dimension." Pressing a button on the arm console of his chair, a drink would rise out of the other arm, ice and liquor of some kind filling the glass. The Emperor hoisted the glass p and took a long pull before setting it down. "Can I offer you anything to eat or drink? I don't recommend what I just had. Kabochan liquor is... Well, to most other races it's simply toxic. Diluting it with water for your sake might make it tolerable though. I've been told by one human who drank some that it was akin to tranquilizing himself. I've got stock from all over the galaxy though if you have some kind of preference though." Pleasantries dispensed, he sat up straight, "I'll be frank. I don't really like you. I've seen knightly orders of many shapes and kinds, their are a few good eggs among the lot who don such facades. Most wear their identity as a knight like some kind of justification for their actions. It was a knightly order that purged the Malchori worlds of colossi, nearly." Those images still stuck with him at times. More often his memories of what his home world had been and what had happened to it took precedent, though with Kabocha healed by the dragonballs he slept a little easier. Those memories subsiding and replaced with memories of his battles against the few remaining giants. The worlds were graveyards for brutal war, those who survived something like a time capsule of knowledge that the Xeno had tapped into. "Tell me, does the title justify the actions or do the actions justify the title?" "Am I an emperor because I say I am, or can I back it up thoroughly?" He asked towards the knight, perhap a veiled threat from the Emperor? Hard to tell, though he was trying to test the knight in some way, the expression on his face, the genteel pause to think between each phrase and sentence suggested his mind was working hard, looking for something within the man Amatricina had summoned. While all this was going on, Duria would continue to do what he was doing, palming space-brand skittles into his mouth and chewing quietly, he had shifted to stand beside Amatricina between her and Carambolis as he his eyes shifted from person to person, equipping his armor curiass and scouter after a time to look the part of a bodyguard while Cam still sat in his training one piece, "Ah, you'll have to forgive my appearance. I've been training much more these days."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 3, 2018 17:23:11 GMT -5
“Thas gud ta here” Gallius stated simply, sitting upon his wooden throne in the old Council Chamber. Burle nodded before setting down a parchment. “Indeed. The Villagers seemed to of greatly approved of the Tournaments. The feasts also seem-” He paused as a strange portal opened in the center of the Throne room. Gallius leaned down and grabbed his helmet, signalling for his Chief Royal Guard Lantus to accompany him. He knew exactly who had created the rift, as she had done it when saving his mind. It was time to finally meet Emperor Carambolis. “Stay ere, Burle. Lantus an I shalt return soon” Gallius had decided against donning the helmet, instead opting to clip it to his side just in case. The room which he entered into was large and metallic, covered in computers and various other advanced technologies. In the center sat Cam who greeted Gallius. The King would give a slight bow out of respect, as this was Carambolis’ ship and he a guest. “Emperor Carambolis. Tys gud ta fynally meet ye” He would look at Amatricia as Carambolis mentioned her. “I haf saved her but onse. Tys lyttel in ta grand sceem of thyngs. As fer a drynk, I’ll take ye offer, but make it pure” He gave a slight grin. “Our peepel seem ta haf ta same taste in drynk” He held his hands behind his back as Carambolis regaled Gallius of his distaste for Knightly Orders. It was a matter Gallius could agree with. “Aye, I understand yer distrust an disdain. Thys is nat ta fyrst Order I haf been in. I no ta horrors they can wrout. Tys why I haf mayde me own. I wanted an order tha culd wythold true Chivarlous prinsipels. Fynally create a true Nytely Order” Gallius walked towards Carambolis with Lantus following behind. He would stop before getting too close to the chair. “I haf nat come ere for idel chat, thoe. I am ere on ta matter of Konats” He looked down, thinking back on the fight with Pleez, his near death and utter destruction of his armor. The final tie to his past. “A creture callen itself ‘Pleez’ terroized quyte a few Villagers an Villages. I nearly dyed tryen ta stap it. I haf no moar tyme ta help em er Protect em. Ferusalem be me only focus left now. But wythout assistense they shalt be raveged onse moar. But ye wysh ta take em under yer wyng an Empyre” He looked to Cam, Golden eyes glowing slightly brighter. “I shant let such a thyng happen agayne. If ye need any assystense convincen them ta joyn ya, I can help. Several months of me lyfe were spent helpen em, I’m sure theyll listen ta me”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 20:06:13 GMT -5
Amatricina scowled at the Emperor's words, her patience fast growing thin. "It matters little to me if you care not to speak with the Knight. He seeks diplomacy, and I promised him an audience. I am a Demon of my word. Besides, you speak endlessly of the value of diplomacy. Gallius is one of those mortals that leads through compassion and understanding. The only thing iron about his fists are the gauntlets he wears." The Fire Demon paused, grinning wryly as she looked upon the Emperor. "Besides, part of being a leader is doing the difficult tasks you must do, not the easy tasks you want to. I am no stranger to being beholden to tasks I would deign to do otherwise. Like being subordinate to a mortal Emperor, bloodlessly usurping a planet, and being indebted to a mortal knight. But I suffer these all the same, because I must." Her little soliloquy concluded the demon folded her arms, turning to her portal to await the knight's arrival. The Demon Lord remained silent as the knight of Manus stepped through the portal. Or rather, the knight formerly of Manus. She had not informed the warrior his so called god was dead yet. There was no point, and Amatricina still regarded the traitor bitterly, even the thought filled her with wrath. It seemed the warrior had brought with him an aquantence, how sweet. The demon knew not the names of the knights sworn to Gallius' order, nor did she care. He was just another mortal guided be selfless, and ultimately foolish principles. Amatricina nodded as Carambolis addressed her, "It has proven a mutually beneficial relationship." Her reply came simply, there was little else to add. Unlike her own relationship with the knight, of which the demoness felt she had given far more than she had gained in return. There would be no more favors for Gallius, not without proper recompense first. As Carambolis addressed the knight and his companion Amatricina reached out a hand, fiery light glowing at her eyes as demonic ki crackled at her gauntlet. She clenched her fist, and the Dimensional Rift she had torn open closed shut with an ethereal hiss as the energies that sustained it were suddenly cut off. The wound in space sealed up leaving no lingering scar in the fabric between realms, as if it had never existed at all. Amatricina grinned, withdrawing her arms. "It's a trap Gallius, he intends to have you killed." She said sarcastically, chuckling to herself. "I jest, Dimensional Rifts consume far more energy to sustain for long periods than I feel the need to expend." The demoness shrugged, turning on her armored heels and beginning to slowly depart the bridge. "Carambolis, I promised Sir Gallius an audience with you. I did not promise him a way home. Should you will it once your negotiations are concluded, I will open him and his escort a return rift to Ferusalem. Otherwise my business here is concluded. You will find me in one of the ship's gravity chambers; I have my own training to tend to. Training that does not require a burly male acquaintance or tight, sweaty outfits." With that the Demon Lord nonchalantly waved goodbye before sashaying her way out of the bridge. She was in no mood to remain in Gallius' presence, much less speak with the knight. But she had made a deal with the warrior, and thus been compelled to honor it. Her end of their pact fulfilled, she was free to return to her own matters. Amatricina made her way toward's the nearest training deck, to find the most thermally shielded gravity chamber and meditate embroiled in her own raging inferno of molten demonic energy with the machine set to its highest possible settings. If Carambolis needed her, he knew where to find her.
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Post by Cam on Dec 4, 2018 15:06:29 GMT -5
The Emperor narrowed his gaze on Gallius, "I'm not opposed to taking your aid but surely there's a catch," Carambolis was no fool, he knew Gallius had some kind of agenda. These days expansion was filled with roadblocks and resistors. He would likely be able to snatch up Ikonda without any fuss, even if he received no aid. He would close in on Konats but taking over the world would be difficult, at least through direct means. He already knew how to make himself able to control a planet through its economy. Money talked more than anything else. "Konats is a dying world, much like my home world was. It has since been restored. I intend to do the same to Konats. Their species will thrive. For all their combat magics, they live on a destroyed world and I hope to rebuild it." He paused to stand, "To bring them to the table in our galaxy so to speak. They're a race of magic users, they have great and unique power in their hands and they don't use it. Neither to fix their world not to improve their its state, likely because it can only go so far." Stepping closer to Gallius the Emperor would eye the man up and down, seeming to take an assessment of the knight. Whatever the Emperor thought he kept to himself, breaking the momentary silence after he had finished his survey of the man. "In my hands, their magic could propel both what I have created and themselves forward. If one of us does better we all do better, and that one can contribute to his fellow citizen or neighbor." It made sense enough, Cam was pragmatic if nothing else and had proven that dealing with him was if nothing else, lucrative. "One hundred of their will meticulously train one hundred of ours in their martial and magical combat components and abilities. From there I can have a force of effective magic users in my repertoire. In return, I heal their world and bring them into the fold, to receive all the benefits and responsibilities of joining us. A simple tax to pay and an economic niche to fill. I'm sure Konats has more to offer than magic. Be it minerals far from below, fishing, timber, even dying worlds have something to offer." He paused to ask. "Have earthquakes started on Konats? Regularly? Has anyone even analyzed a true report of the world's statuses? What continues to kill it in spite of the natives remarkable abilities?" These were valid questions, ones that people likely didn't have answers to. Scientists weren't prone to coming to war zones, not unless safety could be ensured. "I wager I can get the truest picture of that world if I get a look at it. I did once work for the Frieza force. I can see what the planet can offer and what potential it has. Most importantly though, I can put it back together in an instant, or will be able to soon. I've got six of seven dragonballs after all." He grinned then, "Which begs the question, what is it you can help me with exactly?" He looked towards Amatricina, or more specific, his eyes locked to Amatricina's hips as they swayed away. He reminded himself that's exactly what the demon wanted him to do before looking back towards Gallius, expectant of an answer and likely an offer, some kind of pitch to convince him otherwise.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 5, 2018 15:20:18 GMT -5
The knight looked off into space as Carambolis elaborated upon his reasons for ruling Konats. He had a very reasonable points, yet he failed to factor in one simple thing. Rebellious spirits. No matter how much you did for a people, no matter how much you tried to convince them, there would always be dissidence. Dissidence, no matter how small could easily breed contempt and spread it like a cancer among the larger governmental body. “Tys sympel. Wyle ye shall bryng em saftey, thare shalt be rebels agaynst chanyge. I offer ta take on any such rebels ta Ferusalem so ye don need ta bryng about vyeolent meens fer control” He would turn to face Cam. “Ontop of ta past six months, in wych I haf spent protecten, assysten, an talken wyth em, I thynk me assystence shuld be most helpful in yer plans” Gallius would take his drink from the console. He had grown rather accustomed to the Lux Aurellia which the Monks in Ferusalem had brewed. Quite a strong wine but still not as strong as the drinks of his homeworld. This Kabachan liquor however, this was the kind of strength he grew up with. A dark color brewed of unknown plants, given the smell was unlike anything he had encountered before. It almost reminded him of the medical facilities he had visited while on Abbayor. The advent of purified alcohols had just taken prominence on his world before it's end. In all honesty it was one of the few ways to get drunk without spending an entire day downing Ale and Wine. Especially helpful coping with the stresses of Lordship. The knight took a drink before returning to the view of Earth. “I ask fer noten in return. Konats was me home when I needed it. Thare peepel helped me, provyded me food n drynk” He looked down. “Thay gave me purpus wen I was purpusless. I only care fer thayer saftey. An as sayd before, it tys someten I cannot mayntayn anymoar. But yer Empyre can. So long as ye treet them fairly, an do nat harm em, ye haf me support” The Knight would take another drink of the bitter liquor, swirling and examining it. “Ye must tell me ware I can fynd moar of thys. Wat it lacks in flavor it makes up fer in effectyveness”
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Post by Cam on Dec 5, 2018 17:03:04 GMT -5
The emperor narrowed his gaze at Gallius. "Every world in the galaxy with people they've displaced goes to Ferusalem these days. I see refugees pouring on to your world. You can't sustain it you know," Carambolis offered his words in a tone that suggested actual criticism rather than simply being adversarial. "I run a government. Not a police state, not a corporation, just a government. Critics and rebels are allowed, to a degree. As much as they would be allowed in any democratic state. My critics are allowed to watch what I do and hear what I say. Plenty disagree with me. I welcome the disagreement. Keeps things interesting." He watched the knight imbibe of a drink. It would've been toxic to most but it appeared Gallius was fine, "You keep it up you'll take on more than that one planet can handle. I believe you when you say you wish to help the Konatians. If their are those who wish to flee, so be it. They'll be allowed to flee. They're simply running from change though." the Emperor would conclude. "Our galaxy and how it runs is changing, Ferusalem may paint a target on its back if it offers asylum to everyone. The Confederacy doesn't sky away from its burdens and the ugly side of war." Returning to his seat, Carambolis sat down, "I am not a perfect ruler. The decisions I've made have affected millions of lives, I'm lucky enough and informed enough to make certain those changes have been mostly for the better rather than the worse." One hand hoisted his beverage glass up to his lips, taking a long drink before he nestled it in the cup holder on his throne, "Something greater is coming. I've seen all the signs that point to our universe being the next in a long line of targeted destruction. The light of dead galaxies is all around us and our races is one of the few who can see such things." Carambolis let a moment of silence pass between them to let that revelation sink in, "My agenda is to unite the galaxy any way I can. Through diplomacy, through liberation, through conquering. I hold no love for the damage that will be inevitably caused." Leaning back in his chair he continued. "I've met refugees from other galaxies than our own. Heard their stories--stories no one else cared to listen to. Not even your kingdom of Ferusalem. If your intervention will help me unite Konats with me and mine, then I welcome your aid. If the goal is anything other than unity, then you can get off my ship and never come back." With that said, he would empty the contents that remained in his glass and set it aside. He hoped he had made himself perfectly clear.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Dec 7, 2018 13:23:18 GMT -5
Carambolis didn’t seem to realize how exactly Ferusalem governmental structure worked. They weren’t just random civilians running amok without restraint. They ran background checks, they had proper policing units, and they certainly had enough land to sustain almost four Earth’s worth of people. Given how large the Earth’s population was, one could draw the conclusion that it was a large number. Gallius held his hands behind his back. “Ta differense between ye Empyre an me Kyngdom, is that my peepel don need a polyse state ta keep its peepel unyted. We art alredy unyted under ta name of Independense. We may nat be ta strongest, but our peepel wyle fyte tyll ta bloody end”
Gallius looked at Carambolis, his eyes brightening a bit. “I never fyte fer unity. I fyte ta protectshon those in need of protecten. If unity isa symptom of such a gole, then so beit. I don care fer yer grater plan er yer idears fer unity. I only care that ye take ta Konatsians unde yer empyre ta protect em. Ye alredy planned ta do thys, an I culdnt stap ye if it be me desyre. So it be in me best interest ta help ye get it dun as peesefully as possyble” 207/1058 Cam @amatricina
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Post by Cam on Dec 9, 2018 18:58:11 GMT -5
"So be it," the Emperor offered, he flapped a hand, "We can finish the peace talks and move forward from there. I imagine we can make this an amicable assortment for Konats before long. Perhaps I can even deliver you so aid to Ferusalem. Whatever our differences may be that doesn't change that larger forces are at play and they are coming." The emperor concluded. "I can have a ship send you to you and yours if you've nothing else to ask or add Gallius." He stood then, his features softened, if only slightly. "I appreciate what you're trying to do Gallius. Saving lives and vanguarding freedoms is important. I think you've more than a few misconceptions about how I run things. I may be a strong arm, I am not a brutal fist to my people though. I am merely good at what I do by making people see the bigger picture. The bigger picture, regardless of what you think of me and my methods is that something much stronger than anything any one of us has ever seen is on its way. I don't know what or who but that's the reality I and my people see. We intend to make this galaxy ready to deal with whatever calamities are coming." It was then a patrol of guards arrived at the bridge of the ship, armored men, women and xenos of no discernible gender would approach the knight king, "Leatha, escort Gallius here to our hangar. Have a squadron of gunships deliver him safely to..." He looked back towards Gallius, "Earth I suppose?"
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