"This sucks" Racolee spoke into the communications device in her skin tight space suit.

"Just relax. We're almost done" Lagu spoke out.

The pair hung in the vacuum of space flanked by a small squadron of Captain Lagu's "Annex squad"

They were some twenty of them or so total waiting for a pick up or ship to come get them, their mission having been accomplished in the nick of time.

Racolee was a slender women with fine, long legs and supple child bearing hips. Her skin tight uniform was the bane of many eyes as few, who weren't used to the sight of her, could ever detached themselves from the sight for too long.

She had a piercing green eyes and fair skin, supple pink lips rested on a porcelain face. She always held a smile in her face, to some capacity, when someone engaged her in conversation. The tones in her voice always mischievous and playful.

Lagu on the other hand was a broad, dense man, with a mighty stomach and accompanying arms and legs. His was a body designed for punishment and the bearing of loads, massive weights. At times, whenever his power would swell one would think he had the genes of oxen themselves as he muscles grew in size and density.

"Lagu when are we gonna fuck? I suppose we ain't got nothing to do now? What say you huh? Up for a pounding old man?" Racolee said as she nudged the older man in his sides.

Lagu looked down at her with a slight smirk on his face. His suit damaged heavily from his previous battle, leaving bits of his own flesh and limbs exposed to the vacuum itself.

"I don't think Barbarot would appreciate it if I ruined his seed within you. Best I not ruin that for a wide eyed wench who can barely fly"

The women Grinned at him from ear to ear, as she loosed a punched aimed for the man's side. He took it in kind, wincing and grunting slightly from her digging blow.

"Ultra bois are gonna be mad ya'know? We kinda beat up the place" She spoke as her head turned to look at where a planet once stood, now instead shattered into several large segments of impossibly sized rock. As if the planet had been shattered into many large moons, broken apart and torn as if someone had tried to divide it into many separate crude sections. The large formations swirled in a chaotic stream around each other, inevitably the largest of sections would collide again to form a new center, eventually.

Lagu simply shrugged his large muscular shoulders at her comment. He raised a single hand to his scouter, opening up the comm channel so that all of his men would be able to hear him.

"If you boys could fight a bit better I would'nt have to punch so hard ya'know"

Snickers and muffled laughter came over the channel before he dismissed it.

"They're coming!" One of Lagu's men spoke out as a large serpentine ship fell from hyperspace onto the scene. Tens of ships soon began to eject from the small fleet En-route to their position, a score of individual men following behind, those with significant enough ki signatures to withstand the vacuum of space, Saiyans, warriors, and a few Xeno's.

"Finally!" Racolee shouted out, her tail swaying back and forth as a small fighter began to make their way to them., breaking ahead of the pack with a notable speed

"You missed your chance old man" She said with a wink as she flew off to get a better look.

Reaching out with her senses she could feel them all on the ship, Carrotto, Barbarot, and all her other friends aboard, and the life nestled just underneath her belly.

Crack was the first of the single man fighters that reach her position. He arrived in his signature ashened grey armor, scorched and torn, and burnt at its edges. It's straps seemed to barely couple his pads together, their ends frayed and ripped by years of abuse.

"Good job" He said to Racolee as the smaller space crafts flew by them, they were single man ships, like fighter jets, arranging themselves around the small band of warriors to provide them with a parameter.

Racolee's smile soured a bit as he spoke to her.

"Where's Barb? Thought I sensed him coming to meet us?"

"You did" Crack responded matter of factly.

"Captain called him and chin up as we were leaving."

Lagu flew up to meet them, his eyes meeting cracks for the first time in months. They exchanged simple head nods, there was a slight tension between the greeting, an unspoken one that lay between them.

"You still reading up with that chin fello crack? Or are we gonna get to sparring soon?"

"We might" Crack responded

"You're being relieved. Captain says your mission is complete. Get your squad back, shit, shower, and shave. Then go to bed, captain's orders."

Lagu placed a hand on Crack's shoulder as he started to fly past him. The two meet eyes for a moment before he spoke.

"Crack, you're a good man."

Racolee watched them as their power levels fluxed in a strange, tense dance before settling down, the two seeming to have reached an understanding in some unspoken way.

"We'll talk later" Crack responded before looking away. My guys will take it from here boss. " His toned seemed more relax than before as Crack floated towards Racolee.

"Good to see you Raco How's the baby"

"It ain't a baby yet, more like a parasite ya'know? Feels like I got a big fart bubbling up that won’t come out sometimes" She said to him in a joking manner. He didn’t smile as he stared at her belly, there was no bump, not really. Her armor hid any real semblance of such a thing, but as crack reached out with his sense he could sense the little ball of life within her.

"Power level 1. That's impressive, he will be a fine warrior."
Racolee smirked as they parted. She flew onto a platform where the rest if the warriors began to walk up and into a space transport ship.

"Calen" Racolee responded. "Spelled with a C for his grand-father" Her hand brushed the side of her navel as she spoke with a hint of affection. She smiled a different smile not one born of pride or her usual mischief but a warm, loving smile. One founded with a joy only a mother could find.

"K is a stronger letter than C...but a good name. A fine name" The two warriors shared a brief smile as Crack looked onward, towards the parameters as his men and small fleet of space fighters circled and escorted the warrior back to the ship.

"Sir?" A voice sounded over Crack's scouter. He lifted his hand to open up the com channel.

"We have a message from the Golden Maiden"

"Good" Crack responded.
"Let them know we're waiting. Let the Captain know we're ready. Whatever he wants to do."

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Somewhere in the east Quadrant.
S-Class Luxury Cruiser, property of President Gibson, CEO of Ultra Inc.

Debris from space rock was thick in the void as the S-Class Luxury Cruiser drifted towards the encroaching Saiyan fleet. The battle that had taken place for this planet having apparently gone sideways, as there was no longer really a planet to take.

The golden maiden was a one of a kind space fearing vessel, stacked with numerous amenities for its entire crew. Within its space it held compounds large enough to sustain the entire population of a small village for years on end. It was a cruise ship, with guns, in a way. It's primary function was to provide a home away from home for Mr. Gibson, the president of a vastly successful salvaging company.

Early in his career President Marc Gibson had gotten lucky with a find that he sold for enough zeni to buy a small world. Years ago and many investments later he now stood at the end of a massively successful company, with it's own private security group to boot and line of cruise ship and space fearing vessels on earth.



"Honey, relax. I hired them." Gibson said, his words smooth like honey, tone soft and assured as if he'd seen the future.

"I will be back by the end of your solstice. No worries..."

"MR Gibson" A voice called out from the other side of his door, accompanied by a sharp knock and then another.

"I have to go babe." He tapped a button on the side of his glasses, cutting off the communication between him and his wife.

The door opened to reveal a sharp dress man in a Jet Black Military uniform.

"Sir" the man said as he saluted Gibson.

"The Saiyans have asked for an audience. They wan..."

"That's not gonna happen" Gibson interrupted.

"Sargent. I...hmmm. Let me think. I want you to send them their payment, half of it, for now. They made a mess you see."

Gibson's face turned to its side as he viewed out into a side panel which covered his entire west wall. It displayed the exterior, like a window into space.
"This entire affair is rather odd. We are paying them to secure the planet, they destroy it and now they're paying us for a search. Well for starters this is not longer a planet."

Gibson held his chin in a single hand as he started to lose himself in thought.

"Sir?" His sergeant spoke out as he attempted to interrupt his employers day dreaming in a tactful manner.

"Ahh yes. Apologies. Get Miho, my new secretary on this I will be in the spa Sargent, have her come see me when this is done." He began to unbutton the front of his suit as he walked away.

"You would not believe how much my body has been craving some exploitation.. We will give them their audience but make sure to tell them they failed. I wanted a planet to mine, not some space dust."

With a wave of his hand he dismissed the Sargent who went off to accomplish his task with no complaints.

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MARK I arrived onto the scene. The fabric of space and time warping and bending to the awesome might of his quantum drive. Though his arrival came with a sudden burst, an unpracticed entrance onto a bleak and mostly empty scene, some hundreds of miles away from the two fleets.

He managed to fine the only massive rock in the nearest forty or fifty kilometer region as his body slammed into its surface, busting apart chunks of the rock, breaking apart its surface and bringing the rock to a kinetic paused with the force of his slam.

As he rose to his feet he finally managed to get a good look at his target or rather, targets. Immediately is on board systems began to calculate and put together an account of what could have occurred here within a 86.31% accuracy rating.

The reason he had struggled to find her quarry. It appeared to be a once powerful machine, broken down into many different pieces in the aftermath of some awesome battle. Furthermore it seemed as if this planet held more secretes, even greater potential, or at least it once did.

There was a dark energy that surrounded this place. A strange drifting field of power on the lower band of the emotional spectrum.

This was new to him. He held no sensor that should have been able to detect such a thing, nor did one such device exist that he knew of. Could his body have adapted to incorporate this new sense, this new sight? In dealing with Amatricina would this be the reason his eyes now included such an ability, or was this the work of the dark spirits within his new tome.

Evil agents of sin, death, and chaos. Perhaps this was an enchantment of their doing, a sort of demonic sense they'd imbued him with.

He filed his thoughts away for a subroutine to categorize and record, and work on whilst he poured his attention onto the matter at hand.

Two fleets, two factions, and roughly a thousand life forms, mostly weak leveled mortals incapable of summoning ki were about to engage each other in some sort of transaction.

MARK I's mind had already begun to infiltrate the defenses of both major cruisers as he sifted through their media files and security footage over the past hundred or so hours, he wanted to gather enough information over them as he could before he introduced himself.

To his surprise he noted several notable ki users, most of which belonged to the Saiyan's crew, one Carroto especially.


"Saiyan pirates, OfCourse. No surprise there. So much for the dying wishes of a "Beloved queen". These guys have no respect" V3's words carried a noticeable disdain behind them.

MARK I allowed him to speak, choosing instead to allow the man conciseness for once instead of the usual induced sleep he would put him under.

V3 noted that as he began to feel himself slowly gain use of a few of his natural sense, though not enough to make his escape possible. His arms and legs, the sections of them that were not completely robotic still had a numbing sensation to them, his true eyes still unable to see. Not that there was much to see anyways from within the dark, dense structure that was the titans upper abdomen.

MARK I might need use of magic soon, and by now he had figured out that he needed V3 for it. The man's human components serving to help him summon the energies he required.

MARK I hated relying on this man for anything, he hated relying on anyone for anything. Reliance was a sign of weakness a sign that he could not make it on his own and in this cold, dark, unforgiving universe where magic was a definite, unmeasurable source of energy he felt a weakness, something he did not like. A Vulnerability. Like going into battle naked and blindfolded.

"Hey MARK, Buddy, you think maybe you can let me handle this one?" He smirked and chuckled to himself as he made the request.

"I've got like..a way with people man. I'm pretty sure I could make it work."

"Now that would be an interesting sight master John" The voice of Pops echoed in his head.

"If my memory serves me correctly you actually harbor resentment towards the saiyans no? Would you not find yourself suppressing the urge to harm them?"

MARK I's presence hovered over them as they spoke, like an oppressive weight they could not see or sense but could somehow feel. He watched them, listened to them, his code interacting with them both in subtle ways.
Pops utilized a low bow as he felt the presence of his master.

"John perhaps master would let you out, for a time being. Perhaps you could benefit from a stretching of the proverbial legs." Pops smirked as he spoke in code, injecting John's mind with the definitions of words he wouldn't have known otherwise.

It was all so strange to John. Everything here was abstract. It was like a dream. It was a dream, in a way. He wasn't fully conscious, he couldn't have been. It was a like a waking dream he was in?

Frustrated he gave up trying to figure it all out.

"I do hate saiyans" He finally responded

"But I hate Mark just as much. At least, I imagine some of them MIGHT be some good..we're the monsters here. If I could, I'd kill us."

Pops made negative motion with his finger as he clicked his lips together.

"Master John do not be so melancholic. It is a good thing to be alive. Do you realize how many lives you will one day save in the future?!"

A single eyebrow rose as Pops words stopped John in his tracks.

"What?"

"Think about this with the long term effects in mind. You know what master wants.. A better stronger earth. You would have some individuals saved and other imprisoned for their crimes but your kind, the heroes. You aim only at the symptoms Master will aim at the roots of inefficiencies. We will strike at them there, establish new systems in place and th..."

"Shut up.." V3 interrupted. "I don't need to hear this. It's not right. You might not be saying it with words but I know what you want. Just get on with it already."

"Tsk tsk. Master John I will leave you be, if that is what you wish. We will continue this later than"

With a slight bow Pop's figure dissipated into nothingness

MARK I reached into himself. Pulling out the dark tomb. He held it in his massive hands caressing the book uncharacteristically, unaware that the spirits would be privy to this.

He opened it up, turning immediately to a certain page with a single span of the book, as if he knew and understood its contents perfectly.

Many of the spells within required verbal components, words, spoken aloud, this limited his capacity as he could not speak. Reaching into his body he attempted to summon a power within to establish a connection. He had found his quarry, he at least wanted Amatricina to know this.

Sparks of chaotic energy raged from within hims, a pain shocking his limbs still for a second as the spell backfired. The book lifted itself from his palms and shut itself as a bright light emitted from its pages, absorbing the energy and arcs of light green energy that shot out from within MARK I.

The book whizzed around the Titan, releasing an echoing laughter despite the lack of a medium amongst the great void. MARK I's power flared for a moment as he held out a single arm. By sheer will alone he used his mind to wrestle with the spirits within, dragging the book back into his hands despite the pain it caused him. Once the book was back in his grasp he tightened his grip.

"No trail an error" He thought to himself. There was more to this than simply trying the same things but slightly different. There were actual spirits within this tomb. Evil, malicious energies. Magic he could not understand. He would put the book away for now. He couldn't be sure if his spell had worked or whether or not the Demon Lord would receive his message but he didn't wish to try again so soon after almost losing the book.



He folded his legs and crossed his arms, mimicking the way the Demon lord herself would meditate. He pondered over the magic he felt within him, no longer thinking but FEELING his way through the experience. he felt within him

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The book

Souls swirled violently with demonic power and energy. Hatred at fuled them with enhanced power as the MARK I attempted to utilize them. Imbued and invigorated by this environmental power of hate which surrounded the dying planet nearby the souls had attempted to break free.

Tied to Amatricina though they were as the Demon would have the ability to perceive the book and its immediate area via a third person point of view if she so wished. The souls battled amongst themselves, amonsgt the MARK I as they delivered the message of his location along with the knowledge that he had found what she was looking for and would soon have it within her grasp.

They screeched as they attempted to send a physic shock of energy towards the demon, pure malicious hate and force sent directly into her mind. It would not have any effect. It would not even reach her as they were far to weak to accomplish the task but despite this she would know or perhaps she had already been watching?


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MARK I's chest began to rise and fall, as if he were breathing. He wasn't but he wasn't but he attempted to emulate what he'd seen. He couldn't physically "calm down" begin an artificial life this concept was foreign to him. He didn’t understand how to. He started by slowing down his processing systems, even going as far as to shut down certain functions for the first time. His overall power and operating systems began to enter a "low powered" state, though the titan likely still had enough raw processing power to infiltrate a star-ship.

At first. Nothing happened. It seemed pointless. Relying on a human mind and human senses or a soul that wasn't his was aggravating. Entire seconds went by without anything happened. It was maddening, how could any life form live like this. Literally nothing was happening. There was nothing to process, there was nothing to decipher, not calculations to make, no algorithms to decode and re-write to adjust to the ever changing environment no..there it is!

He could feel it now. The power of hatred. Hung thick in the air here. It's effects were evident now in his mind. It had been like a new sense was available to him a third eye of sorts. A whole new world began to open up a veil to him. New sensations, new understanding..so many questions..

Reaching out with a single hand he began to immediately preform the somatic components of a spell he'd memorized. Unable to fully utilize the human soul within him as V3 and he were not currently "in-sync" he had to improvise. He grasped out into the void and pulled the energy of hatred into himself. It was like taking a hot burning breath that filled a man's lungs with fire and steam. His body seemed to ignite with a subtle flame as he breathed in this new found power. It burned him from within. The magic was more than he could handle and more than he could bare. Bits and pieces of his skin began to peel off as he bleed from his eyes a strange dark blue inchor.

Fire bled from his eyes and ears as he attempted to maintain concentration throughout the pain. His body attempting to reject the power of magic despite him.
In response to her comment about squandering his gift MARK I began to pour some of this hatred energy into V3. He could sense the man now wasting time in contemplation deep within their body.
MARK I drew fourth from his hatred, his lust, his anger, and his willpower. A green flame erupted before him in a veil of fire the book appeared. A small twister of dark green lightning and flame formed before him as he turned its pages to a specific section.

MARK I's eyes ignited with the same green quality of the flames as his the strange alien language in his own voice began to call out to the spirits.

"…. . .. . .. . ….. . . . ….... . …. ." His was a strange language and incomprehensible one spoke of his mind. Luckily for him there was a spell which could call fourth sounds in any environment. Multitasking he had used it to speak allowed verbal components to another spell which summoned up spirits despite being in a vacuum. It was not easy and he did not perform it properly. And it had cost him dearly.

The magic ripped through his body as a flame busted his arm in two, nearly ripping it off the shoulder, leaving an arm barely hanging form the socket. He ignored it, his operating system reaming off, along with it his healing subroutines, usually an automatic response but he had forced them shut and powered off. His body would not heal, not yet.

The pain was terrible yet he did not move. Sitting still in his floating position as he started to breath in. A veritable army of ghostly apparitions appeared before him and in an instant he breathed them into his being, Absorbing them into his form with all the rage and hate he'd used to summon them.
The book dissipated now. His spell complete. He stood onto his feet. His left arm still shriveled and barely hanging on to its socket without his healing factor to fix it.

He stumbled to get onto his feet as he look upwards before responding.
"Tell me then, Mark I. Tell me what you have uncovered..."

In his own, true voice, a voice that sounded as if he came from a deep dark depths of a vast ocean floor he spoke to her.

"Sin..hate..power.." He paused for a moment, as if he were shy as if he were uncertain of his next words. . "Watch. Me." He spoke to her as his single good arm pointed toward the two fleets of unsuspecting merchants and pirates.

"Death!" He said and With a wave of his hand he started to pull weaves of magical energy from his body and from the surrounding area. It took him a lot longer than it should have and he might have failed on his own were it not for the spirits now electing to help him instead, the likes of them having recently been thrashed and defeated by Johnathan deep within MARK I's mind palace. The spirits now knew fear, though they were not yet fully broken in, for now they would obey unpracticed master.

Many of the spirits knew exactly what MARK I was TRYING to do. Many of them had actual voices of there own and once he fixated his focus onto them they began to chat and sing in his place, not wishing to enrage him or incur his wrath. They began to sing a soft, murmuring song in unison. A song that would, in time begin to effect the crew of both vessels with a paranoia and hatred. Enhancing whatever dark emotions were already their in their hearts.

On his own, the MARK I would have certainly failed in this. He did not yet understand the effects that space and time had on magic, luckily for him the spirits did. Like impossibly long invisible tendrils they stretched out across the distance of hundreds of miles towards the ships, slowly infecting them, corrupting them.

As if this weren't enough MARK I then reached out to the Golden maiden with his mechanical mind. He had spent months tracking the location to this ship and now he had fully infiltrated it. Now he would put magic and technology to good use as his mind began to infiltrate the ships own A.I with the little power he had left. Should he succeed, terrible consequences would befall the crew..
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Somewhere in the east Quadrant.
S-Class Luxury Cruiser, property of President Gibson, CEO of Ultra Inc.

Miho frowned as she readied herself for the task ahead of her. She had never met Saiyans in real life and these specific Saiyan were terrifying. Even though she would sit comfortably in her office suite of the Golden Maiden, she would have trouble finding a comfortable position in her chair as she readied herself for the transmission.

She nervously fidgeted with her blouse buttons as she awaited confirmation of their meeting. She could see them via a remote camera aboard the ship. Dozens of them, some in ships halted to a pause in attack formations, some flying as individuals in the coldness of space, she still didn't understand how they did it. "Ki-users" It seemed to defy all reason. They were powerful, god-like in their abilities.

Her heart rate was to high. She was anxious, beyond anxious. It had been her first day on the job and already she had been through so much more than she could have expected and she NEEDED this job.

She just couldn't let her family down, they were all refugees now, fleeing war and desperately seeking asylum in the current state of the universe. In the recent times Emperors and Queens have died, juggernauts of galactic order killed in one fell swooped. A massive power vacuum would be left in their wake. She had to provide. She needed to to well her. Not just for her job or her sake but the sake of her family was on the line.

A blinking notification emitted from her laptop screen as she pressed a seamless button.
"They're ready for you miss.", "Thank you" She responded.

She looked outside her port side window, it was a large blast proof panel that displayed the scene. They looked like tiny dots from where she sat, her view somewhat obstructed by one of the port side rail-guns which was mounted near her office, it made her feel a bit safer knowing it was there.

Clearing her throat and adjusting her seat she initiated the channel. An ugly, rough necked warrior came into view. His armor was cracked and battered, scratches ran along the sides of his neck and face. His nose seemed broken, and he had one blind eye witch seemed to stare right through her.

She felt a lump of fear rise within her. For a moment she wanted to ask the warrior to wait. Wanted to run and hide, handing the job off to someone else.
"Greetings..uhm..Captain. My name is Miho, I am the representa..."

"You're pretty.." The warrior interrupted. "We just want our money. Give it to us first than we can discuss the other terms."


Without thinking Miho suddenly pressed a button on her compad which sent to the Saiyan warrior a portion of their funds for the mission. The move had been instinctual and she cursed under her breath after realizing what she'd done.

Crack released a sly smile, thinking her hushed outburst cute.

As he look at the numbers through his scouter his smile seemed to fade.
"That's half. Where is the rest of it?'

She took a deep breath to compose herself. She had already made a mistake and they weren't but a moment into the negotiations.

"You..well.. There is no planet. You're job was to secure it. Yet your men have destroyed the planet. It is fractured into bits now. What are we gonna do with a broken planet."

Crack shurrged his shoulders as a response.
"You say it's broken. I say we made more planets." He looked over his shoulder towards the destruction in the background.

"This isn't bad. If anything we should charge double."

"Double?!" Miho let out. Her lowered her head instantly biting her tounge before she could say more.

"We made left very clear instructions on what we wanted. Neutralize the threat, the powerful Ki users and then secure the planet. But what you did was not that. You broke the world and killed everyone! You left us with a giant spec of dust and now you want double?!"

Again Crack shrugged at her response.
"Keep your money" he said.

Her jaw practically dropped in shock.
"W..what?"
"We did what you wanted. Now we have a request. The captain wants a new arrangement"

She shuffled some papers around on her desk, attempting to stall, making it seem as if she were going over a list of things, in truth the paperwork did have some details that would have been helpful to her, but she was far to flustered to think.

"state your request Saiyan"

Some numbers appeared on her screen, familiar, they were the same number of Zeni she had just sent the warrior and then some.
"What..is this?" She asked

"We fought hard for this planet. It is ours now. All six or nine or however many of them. You will be hired to mine them. Same thing you were gonna do anyways except it's not your planet. They belong to us."

Shock, frustration, fear..hate. Why couldn't this just be easy. It was supposed to be easy. It should have been easy. They were mercenaries, working for a famous pirate crew, they take money for a job, they do the job, they leave. It was that simple. Why today of all days did they decide they wanted more.

Miho tried to stop her hands from shaking as a vein began to bulge out on her temple.

"What is happening to me?" She thought to herself. She had never been so angry or flustered. She could sense herself start to get irritable. It was a frustrating situation to be sure but she shouldn't have been this upset.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Crack is it?" She finally responded. The warrior let out an ugly smile at the mention of his name.

"yes" He responded. His tone one of pleasure and amusement, it made her sick.

"I must admit your request comes as a surprise. Please allow us a moment to consider this. I must bring it up with my superiors before we may continue"

"No need" The man responded.

"The planet is already ours. We took it after months of fighting. You got your money back and then some, take it as a gift and just fuck off if you want" He began to turn away, preparing to fly off before suddenly stopping himself. He looked to the side, giving her a strange, one eyed glare as he finished.

"You can stay. If your boss doesn't like this arrangement perhaps the two of us can..work something out.."

His tone, his expression, his manner of speaking, and his audacity. Everything about him made her sick to her stomach. She had been sexually harassed now not once but two times within her first hour. She found herself at a loss for words as the man began to fly away, his security detail shortly following.

She sat there wide eyed, jaw clenched, and misty eyed. She didn't know what to make of this whole encounter. She had no idea what she would say to Mr. Gibson, and worse, she couldn't get that Saiyans stupid grin out of her head.

She eyed a single button that had been placed near her desk. It was for emergencies in this situation. An assault button. It would send a signal to the turret near her quarters, commanding it to fire off shots at the nearest threats. She had been trusted with it seeing as she would be the most first to react should anything happen. She eyed it and the Saiyan for a long moment a his detail flew off towards the GETA. Her hand hovered over it for a moment. "They aren’t gods" she thought to herself. "They can be killed"

Her skin crawled at the thought of that man. She wanted him to die. She wanted him to...

"No.." "what is happening to me?" She stopped to say.

She stopped again as a bead of sweat ran down the corner of her brow. Her heart was still racing. She hadn't even realized. In the distance she thought she saw something strange. Far off in the distance she thought she saw a soft green star. It glowed against they backdrop of the deep black sea. For a moment she found herself lost in its soft glow. It seemed to sooth her, it was beautiful.

"bang..." The rail gun to her right fired off a shot. It was a straight, powerful shot. It impacted the side of the GETA with such a force that it might've ripped a hole in the ship itself. "Bang...BANG!"

Two more shots, three, than four, until eventually every one of the golden maidens side cannons began to come online firing into the Saiyan ship all at once.

"NO?!" She cried it in pain. Her eyes darted straight towards the button. What happened?! Had she pressed it? Did she do this?! Tears began to stream down her lovely face as she got up. She couldn't have. She didn't?! She ran out the door to her office rushing away, running off into the hallway, desperately searching for safety. Her hand clutch to her collar tightly, holding onto a pin of the tree of might, grasping onto it tightly as if she were praying for strength.
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The GETA, Saiyan Ship. Cpt. Carroto's Quarters.

Carroto could feel them outside his door, waiting in awkward silence for him to meet them. His office was a large room with bare minimum furniture and a desk. There was little else in the room besides a rack for his armor, a few trophies of prized kills he mounted on the wall, and a wall mounted case for a couple of maps and weapons he held under lock.

Attached to this simplistic style office was a personal room for his own use, separated by a large double door. His room was styled in similar fashion. He had a bed, one rug, a single night stand and a smaller room with a restroom, and nothing else.

In his personal Room Carroto stood by his night stand inspecting a beaker which contained a strange dark liquid. The beaker was sealed by ki infused wrapping paper. He didn't really understand how it worked. He didn’t really care. It was a strong plastic that did its job.

The black liquid almost made the beaker seemed twice or trice as heavy as it should have been, He sloshed the contents around, inspecting it. This strange liquid was a form of liquidized ki? No? That can't be right. The captain scratched his head as he placed the beaker down by his table where a strange jagged metal had been placed. It was a strong metal, stronger than anything the captain had ever experienced for its size and weight.

As he held it in his hands he could feel its density as he squeezed it tightly in-between powerful fingers.

"What is this Chinnin?" The captain mumbled to himself. His eyes fixated on the two objects as he stared at them with an almost obsessive compulsion, as if he were somehow capable of figuring everything out about them by simply staring them down.

A Knock on the door suddenly jolted him. Barbarot opened the door to his father's chambers.

"Father.. You summoned us. We have been waiting"

Carroto stared at his son with a silenced yet scornful look, a rage began to build in his eyes, his veins beginning to show a the edges of his face.

A look of fear and surprise fell upon Barbarot's face as he stared upon his father. "I-I'm sorry."

He spoke as he closed the door and walked back into the office.

"what did you do to him Chin"
He spoke in a hushed tone as he approached the Xeno who had been sitting down comfortably in one of the captain's chairs, his legs crossed, one over the other as slight grin appeared over his face. He was untouchable, at least for now, and he knew it.

"You all think I am some kind of wizard. I work hard Barbarot. I have studied many different fields of science and some magic, yes, but I am no true wizard. Were I capable of half the feats you all attributed to me I would not need to sit here and put up with your displeasure, would I?"

"We should have left you to die on that backwater planet chin. Should have packed you in with the livestock that got sent to the slaughter. You disgusting little coward. Of all the refugees we could have bought and paid for you are the most disgusting of the lot." Barbarot's displeasure and hate was spelled across his face as he glared into Chinnin's face, though the Xeno did not return the glance or shift his position to face his.

Chin's heart pounded within his chest as he attempted to maintain his bearing. He couldn't show weakness, not here, not now. He knew full well how precarious his position could become. With a slow turn of his head he looked upon Barbarot. His face drew its features into a dead seriousness as he spoke.

"Barbarot. Think what you will of me but we ARE a part of this crew, working towards the same goals. Even if I was the villain you think me to be I have never wronged you or anyone here. Please sit down and await your father. We have more important thing to do than to squabble."

Barbarot sat down next to Chinin, knowing there was not much her could do, anger swelling within him.
"and what are those goals exactly chin. You place me in front of a squad and send me straight into the fray huh, hoping I would die?!"

"Hardly, you place yourself in harms way regularly. When you decide to rush an enemy at the head of your men its called bravery, yet when I send you at the front of a squad its called treachery? You Saiyans are quiet odd creatures"

Barbarots lip tightened at their edges. Chinning had a nasty habit of making him feel stupid sometimes. Just one other quality he couldn't stand about this Xeno.

"You poison my father's mind with your words. You make him slow in his age and you think we are the same? We are not the same."
"Posion. Poison usually kills a man. Yet ever since I have been at your fathers side less of our men have died. I would call that medicine."

Chinnin look to his side, to barbarot. "I have shown your father that strength can come from restraint. True power can be utilized in different ways, the queen herself..."
"...Now you shut your fucking mouth!" Barbarot interrupted.

"You know nothing of power or strength! You use your words to move people, you lie and make deals. We are Saiyans. People should know to move when we move, they should know to fear when we arrive and give or we will take. We are strong, that is strength! Not these whispers in the dark or these letters you and Crack! Like to write each other!"

Barbarot's face turned a flush with red as the squeezing of his grip nearly cracked the arm rest by his unwitting pressure.

A silence feel between them, filling the air with a stale stillness. Chinnin knew to wait, to let Barbarot simmer down before speaking again. In his time aboard with the saiyans, before he began to make himself more useful than a mere servant could be he had taken the time to learn about each of the crew members. He did more than serve those of the crew during his time as a slave. He would whisper and sow rumors amongst them, none malicious or detrimental, but with the sole purpose of enhancing his survival and bettering his relationships with individual crew members.

This strategy had, initially worked fantastically, more members than not could be counted on to at least accommodate him as he was the best of the servants who could fix their armor, patch their wounds and even be allowed to work on the ships during raids. On an occasion or two Shin had even proven himself to be a serviceable enough in a fight, though he never walked away from a battle with any serious injuries. In Saiyan culture to never be wounded in any battle was a sin.

When the day finally came where he had a chance to speak with the captain, alone, Chin's words managed to impress the Captain. The xeno knew more things than the captain even considered possible. The sciences, mechanics, talk of cultures and lore from different histories, especially that of strategies and politics seemed to capture the captains ears and captivate him. Eventually, the others began to notice. As their once feared and respected Marauding Captain Carroto seemed to pacify, it was chin the one who was to blame and within a fortnight, barely everyone had turned on the Xeno.

"You're right" Chin finally said breaking the silence. "I am not strong but I already know that. You Barbarot, you are strong." The xeno had spoken with such a calmness and straight tone that it had caught Barbarot off gaurd.

"What are you up to chin?"

"Nothing. I am not always scheming you know. I simply wished to let you hear me say it. If you and I were to battle, you would win. I doubt anyone would disagree but killing me will not change anything. Your father has..or rather is beginning to learned restraint and he has learned the value of picking and choosing his battles and in this time this crew of yours has nearly doubled in size and for once the select few of you worth anything now have your own groups of men to command and mold. Don't you see? You cannot just fight everything in sight until the universe bends to your will. There are people far stronger than you and I. We need more than the strength in your arms. I have discovered a new form of ki. It is.. evil and corrosive in nature, like a demon..a demonic sort of ki. I can show you, I have been showing your father.."

Silence. Pure and simple fell upon them. Barbarot stayed his hand. Why was he so angry? His arms were nearly shaking. He should not have been as worked up as he was. He didn’t mean to get this worked up.

"You lied to some of us. Used us to get to my father. Now you use him for your own ends.."

"I did lie to SOME of you. I was a slave. I risked my life for something greater. I could have left.."
"..I should kill you.."

"..but I stayed Barbarot.. I stayed here. With you. With him.." Chinnin said as he pointed towards the door where the captain rested.
"I am here because I love this crew. Because I love that man in that room, his legacy, his pricinpals. He is a good man, but he was a broken man when I found him.."

Barbarot lashed his hand out, the movement was sudden and sharp. His hand grasped at chins throat, missing just barely but still managing to grip the Xeno's collar tight enough to hold him in place. The Xeno winced in pain before Barbarot could speak.

"You talk of my father like you know him. You don’t. You're people died because they were weak. You will Di..."

"Barbarot!!" The captain yelled out. His figure staring down at them from a distance. Within a moment he rushed his son. His strong calloused hand grasping his sons collar tightly. His grip so powerful it managed steal some of Barbarots breath with the suddenness of its grasp. Carroto raised his son out of his chair lifting him off the ground for a moment as he brought him to his feet.

"What did I say would happen" Carroto said to his son. He turned his head to face chinning, who was currently picking himself up off the floor. If Chin was pretending to be a bit hurt, it wasn't obvious. He stumbled a bit to get up to his feet before looking at his captain.

"I'm fine sir" He spoke. "We were just having a spirited discussion. You know how passionate your own blood can get."

Carroto released his grip. Allowing his son to compose himself.
"Father.." Their eyes met for a moment before Barbarot stepped aside, giving a slight bow as he did.

After a few moments Carotto turned to sit in his chair behind his desk. His composure back to its usual stoic demeanor.

"I have summoned you both because all my other lieutenants are either drunk, dead, or in the field, but more than that. You two are the ones I feel I can trust the most."

Carotto had allowed his words to sink in.

"What we found on that planet is a metal..stronger than anything we've ever experienced before. There were minerals there, pieces and fragments of some machine the likes of which I could not find anywhere on the computer."

Barbarot's expression drew itself into shock. "The computer? You used a computer"

"Yes." His father replied.

"I did some research on my own. Chin and I have been trying to figure this out" Carotto spoke as he placed the jagged piece of metal down onto the desk before the two of them.

"When initially we were contracted by the Ultra Inc. We were tasked with clearing out the planet of it residences, like the Saiyan's of old." Chin said.

"and of course we would then surrender the planet to them, in exchange we would receive a hefty sum of zeni and the promise of future contracts. However, when Captain Lagu reported to us and sent back samples like that of these" He pointed towards the broken metal shard.
"I convinced your father that this planet and its resources would be more valuable to us than any contracts the Ultra Co could provide us with."

Barbarot sat back in his chair tense with rage and envy. How long had the two of them known this and why was he just know hearing of it? Was this part of chins plan? Some new scheme of his? If so why would he let him know now? and in this way?

"Father?.." He finally spoke out. "We don't know how to do anything with these metals? And how long as this been going on? Why wasn't I told be..."

"You are being told now!" His father spoke with an uncharacteristic shout. Slamming his fist into the desk. Chinnin's body rocked backwards from surprise at the suddenness of the captains rage.

"Boy maybe if you weren't so busy with that girl of yours you would have been told. All you do is fuck and fight with no regard for what the future holds." His father spoke to him like a man possessed.

"All I do?" Barbarot repeated?

"Fuck and fight? And just what exactly is wrong with either of those things father? It's what you raised me to do?! It's what we have been doing for years! Before this one her started whispering all this nonsense into your ear!"

Barbarot shot up out of his chair pointing a wicked finger towards Chin.

"There are some threats in this galaxy we cannot fight!" Chin stood up in kind to address him "there are powers at be that we cannot defend against! Even the Queen.."

"You're a fucking coward and a snake.." "You know nothing!.."

"ENOUGH!!" Carroto's aura flared a deep orange colored hue.

" You will sit down! And you will!..."

BANG!

The wall behind him torn itself apart, giving way to the blackness of the void outside. A vacuum came through and sucked The captain and Chin straight out of the office. The air in the room suddenly forcing itself out into the vacuum of space. Barbarots battle instincts kicked in before he had a chance to think, he braced himself using his ki and strength. Leaping towards a wall where he was able to grasp onto a railing until a set of blast doors closed in where the hole had been. Shutting the room closed, bringing it to a still. ..

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The song echoed in his mind as the MARK I commanded the glowing spirits forward. Edging them towards their dark purpose. They reached out like ever-growing weeds, tendrils of death and destruction sowing sin and misdeeds in the hearts and mind of all they touched, corrupting the souls of the living with urges and vices. No one but he and Amatricina would likely be able to see them. These lanky agents of sorrow, hate, and misery. They would travel across the expanses of space, effectively disrupting and disturbing any electronic devices that came into contact with a large enough concentration of them. It's half the reason MARK I had effectively turned off most of his functions. Even some of automatic systems had been powered down to accomplish this magical feat, though on his own he would not have succeeded. The Siren's song of his mistress edging him onward, invigorating him with emotion and urge, his desire to please bubbling outwards like the boils of a rotting infected wound.

More power had erupted from his ritual than he had anticipated. His right arm still engulfed in a soft flame as it barely clung to his shoulder blade by slightest of synthetic sinew.

He grasped it with his free hand, listening to the enthralling sounds of his mistress as he forcibly jammed the remainder of his arm back into place. It protruded from his shoulder socket now like a stiff limb that didn't quite belong.

His heads up display blinked slightly, emergency sensors still active. Letting him know that something was arriving.

It would seem as if one of the two faction had placed reinforcements on standby, clever. They dropped out of hyperspace just above him. Preparing their ships into attack patterns and formations before their assault, humans and xeno's alike hung over his head, unaware of his presence.

Raising a single hand straight up and over his head MARK I sized hold of one ship and slammed it into another with his mind. He did this to several other until a beam of bright energy condensed itself into the palm of his hand. It would be a large pillar of radiant light that would engulf the reinforcements, cutting their ships in half as if they were nothing.

MARK I propelled himself upwards. His body shot up with such force that he simply used it as a missile to plow through two smaller ships on his way to main cruiser. The captain barely had time to react barely had time to think. He began to bellow out some orders to his men and they fired their guns. One of them landed a hit squarely on MARK I, his body rocked backwards for a moment before he stopped himself. Bits and pieces of his chest plate flew off, his skin reacting and reforming in a much slower manner than he was accustomed to. It hurt, bad. Without his systems fully online his body would not respond in it's usual manners. He took the hint and began evasive maneuvers on his own, something he rarely utilized in a fight.

He managed to knock out the gun in a small area behind the ships bridge, it was not a very large ship. Big enough to be considered a cruiser but not a true flagship. Standing above the ship now he magnetized his feet to its ceiling. Clasping his hands together his emitted a wicked beam, like a drill, it began to cut apart the ship from ceiling to floor.

As the ships shield started to come online MARK I released a violent pulse of stored magical energy he'd been holding on to. He wasn't sure how he'd done it but he could feel it was like he'd been holding his breath, no. It was like John had been holding his breath. Something was wrong. John was stressed, immensely so. He'd never been able to store and release this much energy at once on his own.

The wave of dark power washed over the ship like an electromagnetic pulse. It fried and shocked all systems until the entire ship went dark. MARK I's body went limp, the magic incapacitating him as his body slumped onto the deck and began to slide off. He skidded across the ship's exterior, smashing onto a remnants of one of their destroyed guns which flipped him off and into space.
Grasping onto a fin his arm came back online with just enough time to catch himself from falling off. He pulled himself back onto the ship and continued his attack. With the shields now off he ripped through the ship like the fangs of a predator tearing apart his defenseless prey. He could not psychically hear any of his victims screaming but he could imagine them as their bodies were sucked out of the craft, some smashing into him, breaking every bone as they did before falling aside into the unforgiving space. A blood lust engulfed him as he stabbed his entire arm through the torso of one survivor who was about to attempt an attack on the titan. The life faded from the women's eyes as he slung her over his head, tossing her body away like an afterthought.

In the distance he could make out Saiyans as they rushed towards his position. His eyes made a joyful expression as he readied himself for them. Calling out to his mistress again.
"Deeath!...for...AAMA!" His strange deep alien voice cried out, unsure if she could hear him or if it was a one way communication stream.
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The GETA, Saiyan Ship. Lieutenant's Quarters; Annex Squad.

Steam raised from the floor of Lieutenant Racolee's bath as she tossed aside her long wet hair. Her eyes stung as some of the soap managed to sneak past her lids. She scrubbed some of it off with the back of her hand as she stood silently for a moment allowing the water to sooth her limbs. She was tired and ready for bed, first however, she would need to find her man. She had other pressing needs she wanted out of the way before she could truly and fully relax.

The past couple of months had be full of fighting. The strange, mostly dead planet they'd been assigned to had unnatural occupants. The people of this world had a strange ravenous culture before they were all killed. They were a violent, nearly unintelligent race. Killing them all had been fun but exhausting at the same time.

The floor beneath her seemed to shake violently. It caught her off guard. She had nearly slipped as she reached for a nearby railing.
"what the Fuck?!" Scrambling out of her tub she rushed naked toward her living room. A large panel revealing the sight of a fierce skirmish. Both sides now fully and completely engaged with one another as the Golden Maiden vessel's fighter Squadrons began pouring out of the ships underbelly.

They must've been automated fighters. She couldn't sense any life in them.

"Carroto!?" She cried out as she saw the sight of her captain's body floating in space.

She extended her hand straight out in front of her. A ball of ki blew apart her panel. She allowed the Depths of space to suck her out as she sped towards her captain.

Within moments she clasped him on his shoulder, pulling his body onto herself as she flew back towards the ship. She had little difficulty deflecting stray beams on the way with her free hand as she managed her way back onto the ship.
Opening her door, which lead to the hallway of the ship itself, with an override code she managed to make it back on before slamming it shut, blast doors closing behind her.

"What happened?!" She heard Lagu yell out from his room across the hall. All his men were rushing out as well, most of them having already relieved themselves of their armor and gear.

"Medic!!!" Racolee yelled out. A man, young and handsome, xeno by the looks of it rushed to her side. His skin was pale and blue. Racolee had forgotten his name. He was one of the new guys they'd picked up not to long ago, he could fight that was good, but most importantly he could heal with ki and knife, something of value to the saiyans.

"How long was he out there." The youth asked.

"I don't know." She replied. "I can feel him. He's still alive!"

The youth ask for help as they lifted their captain up off the deck.

"Ready arms boys! We're going outside!" Lagu called out with anger seeping from his voice. His men began to make a beating sound, fist meeting chest or walls as they engaged in a quick chant before dipping into their rooms to prepare quickly. Some of them grabbed barely anything at all. Others began to drink, they were all tired, all ready to turn in after months of battle, but these were the best. Lagu's Annex squad. Known within the east quadrant as elite mercenaries that worked and were trained under Carroto himself. Once proud members who served Queen Radia at the height of her reign.

Leaving the Captain in a side room with the young Xeno Racolee rushed over to Lagu, bare naked, wet body still exposed for all to see, she didn't care, she had other much more pressing matters to consider.

"On me!" She yelled to the men who promptly gathered around her in a circle. She arranged them quickly, some taking a seat, some taking a knee while other hunched or stood so that all could see into the middle. They moved into a briefing room, huddled and awaiting instructions. She hunched over a terminal, the keyboard shook and seemed to rattle as her delicate hands moved over the keys with a smooth efficiency.

The face of another Xeno-type appeared on the screen, the Saiyans had recently been recruiting more and more of them to manage the more tech savy jobs they needed, good thing to.

"Report!" She yelled into the screen As Lagu began making his way to her, his men moving aside for him to enter their semi-circle. He moved towards the screen with an urgency you wouldn't have expected for a man in his condition. Eyes heavy with bag and fatigued seemingly spread across the man's face.

"The Golden Maiden has fired upon us post negotiation. Lieutenant Crack and his men are sustaining a skirmishers line, they're holding back their initial forward assault squad. Teams Striker A and B have already been dispatched. The Captain's quarters have been hit..."

A digital map appeared in the room as the Xeno spoke. It flickered on and off, a sign that the ships systems had been hit harder than anticipated and in need of repair.

The Xeno continued, a slight hint of fear and anxiety creeping over his voice. He was more scared than he should have been? This isn't the first time they'd been betrayed and it likely wouldn't have been the last, yet still something was wrong, and Racolee could sense it.

"… It looks like Ultra Company has pulled reinforcements from hyperspace..."

Blinking lights emerged from previously empty space some hundred or so miles away. It was far enough to be ignored but the positioning was perfect for viewing point, perfect for a flanking maneuver.

"Those bastards.." Lagu said under his breath as he watched the events unfold from a viewing deck, only passively scanning over the digital overview.

"...Mam, we await your orders!" The Xeno spoke to Racolee, who was likely the only view-able ranking officer from his point of view.



Racolee bite her lip in frustration, her hands clenched in rage, she wanted to kill every single last one of them, her tail twitching visibly as she thought.

She glance over to Lagu, having already made up her mind as to what she would do.

Her eyes rested on Lagu as he activated his scanner. Surveying the battle ahead of him as he scanned power levels. A wide arching Grin spread across his face.

"Those are just machines. Stupid fools" He managed under his breath before turning to face his men.

"Alright boys! The plan is simple. Squads one through four are coming with me. We're gonna go rescue Captain Crack before he breaks another nail! Racolee!"

"Yes sir!" She responded, jumping over to his position.

"Put your panties on before you go watching our rear. Pay those reinforcement boys a visit and keep us all from getting fucked like you on backwater planets"


She grinned at him. Able to sense the lifeforms who were readying to flank them she had already planned on paying them a visit. She gave Lagu a salute as he started to depart with his men. They formed two filed lines as they exited the room in a hurry but before she could leave she caught a sense of Barbarot. She stopped to look at him, his face pausing to smile at her through the crowd.

"You boys don't wait up for me, I'll catch up!" She said, departing from her squad momentarily.

The lovers rushed each other in a passionate embrace, her heart stopping to throb for him as they exchanged a longing, passionate kiss. He wrapped his powerful, toned arms around her waist.

"Now everyone has seen whats mine.." He said to her, placing a gentle hand on her exposed belly.

"Is that a problem?" She replied in a sarcastic, challenging tone.

He thought for a moment, his mind clearly stuck between two different responses. He elected to go with the first one that came to mind, the truth.

"No, I am glad. This way they can all look at you and be jealous of me and mines." He pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly and planting one last kiss.

"You shouldn't be fighting." He said to her. "It worries me. I can't fight when I'm..."

"..Oh shut up women." She covered his mouth as she interrupted. "If I die, rip the child from my stomach and tell him his mother died doing her job." She smacked his ass before putting distance between them.

"I have to go. Take care of your father, we may need his tenacity today. It has been a long time since we've seen our best fighters all on the field together."

Barbarot grinned at that. His lust for battle matched only by his lust for the women before him. He resisted the urge to take her here and now, drag her out onto the deck of the enemies ship to procreate before the enemy in full view.

"I will. Take care of yourself." She blew him a kiss as her prance turned into a dead sprint towards her squad.

"Lieutenant!" A voice called out to her as she made her way to the hanger bay. Her man just barely finished arming themselves.

"A word please" Chinn said to her. Looking beyond flustered, worse than ever before.

"A little busy Chin. Speak quickly"

"something isn't right here. There is... a dark energy in the air tonight. I can feel it."

She raised her eyebrow at him. Her and Chin were among the few who were finely tuned to sensing energy signatures.
"What the fuck are you on ab..." Her head snapped back. Toward the Ultra Co Reinforcements.

"Ww-what?" They both exclaimed together.

They were dying? The entire lot of them. All of the Ultra Cos reinforcements had started to die, tens, dozens of them at a time.

A bright green light emanating from the distance as the sight of soundless explosions went out in the depths. A dark, sickening beam of light seemed to twist, like a drill, as it blasted through and outwards into space. Life form after life-form blinking out of existence.

"I need to go with you!" Chin said to her. "What ever this thing is!" I believe it is responsible for a lot of the events going on here today."


Racolee reached out with her feelings and..he was right. There was a dark energy that permeated throughout the area. The battle field, the entire planet itself hung around them all like a diseased mist, clinging on to them all. How long had this been happening? What effects could this have?

She opened her eyes as she spoke. "Chin, what is this?"

"Demons." Chin spoke with a cold hard certainty in his voice.

"This is no mere Ki-user. This is Demonic energy!"

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MARK I's body shuttered internally as he attempted to re-ignite his systems. The residual magic was making it difficult for his body to respond accordingly, he had made a lethal miscalculation. It had seemed that in his haste to perform new magical feats he had not, in fact he could not have, considered the extent that these magical techniques would have on his system once he'd finished his ritual.

This area had changed the rules slightly. Dark magic permeating the battle field. In a way it made his arcane "prowess" stronger, like a child with a gun, he had now become more aware of his ignorance in these matters.



Even still something was off, he could "feel" it. V3's spirit should ha....V3's spirit. Something was wrong with V3's spirit. It felt.. tired, stressed.

He wasn't sure. He didn't know how to even check for that. Exploring his emotions was a new experience to him, something he was not at all comfortable with. He didn't have much time to think as the Saiyans began to descend on his location. Mentally he commanded POPS to check on V3 and report back to him, expecting a full report on the mortals condition soon.

"What in the fuck—What is that thing—What happened here?!" The Saiyans and a Xeno had an open comm link between their scouters, in their suits, Tapping into them was Child's play for MARK I as he stood motionlessly atop a Giant Floating piece of metallic debris.

The Saiyans, fully expecting a fight arrived to a scene of blood soak carnage and destruction with a cautious eye. They met no resistance, they found no enemy and this seemed to put them on edge.

Blood crystallizes in space. Freezing or melting depending on the radiation nearby. Blood red crystalline fragments floated in the vacuum between him and the Saiyans. Some shattering into each other as they traveled through the vacuum creating a blood red mist, like a fine red dust that clung anything it touched.

"Stay Close boys, we don't know what's out here. Split into groups of threes and keep your eyes open"

The voice of a naked women sounded as the saiyans split into several different groups.

Thirteen seconds. He needed Thirteen seconds before he could bring his systems back online and thus initiate his healing factor, bringing his body back to capacity.

A light purple, Xeno-type approached Mark with a cautious eye. He held out a strange symbol, it was some kind of talisman MARK I had never seen before. The Xeno was muttering something under his breath, a strange language, a type of gibberish he would need more time to decipher.

He seemed more careful than the rest, approaching the weak, injured side of MARK's frame as he eyed him up and down. The man seemed to study the Machine for longer than he should have been.

"Hmm.." The Xeno responded over the channel. "It seems this device is some kind of suit..There is a dark energy around it" His arm motioned over to others to converge onto his position.

The Xeno's eyes finally landed on a section of dried up blood that stuck to MARK I's body. His eyes went wide with fear

"HURRY We NEED TO..." In an instant MARK I's hand snapped, gripping onto the Xeno's neck like a vice grip. It traveled across the MARK I's chest in an instant, the Xeno's eyes bulging nearly out of his sockets from the immense pressure.

Six.. Chinnin's field of vision grew blurry and red as he desperately gasped for air. His nails breaking apart on the creatures arm as he instinctively attempted to free himself. He reached into a bag he held on his belt near his hip. Components to a spell he'd been practicing, the ingredients fumbled in his hands, drifting off into space.

Five.. Racolee's jaw dropped with shock as the strange machine seemed to jolt into motion with a speed that was difficult for her to catch. It wasn't that she wasn't able to, but she had not expected it.

Four... "ARGHHHH!!!!" One of the Saiyans yelled as they brought their hands together and smashed it into the Titan's arm. Two others wasted no time as they brought their hands together, forming a beam of combined energy and firing it into an open chink, a busted up section where spirits had escaped earlier.

The force of their blast rocketed the Titan backwards just enough for him to loosen his grip. MARK I raised a single arm, pushing himself off a large plate of detached ship. He ignited thrusters in his arms as he moved to get a better position against the two warriors poised against him. Before he could act a barrage of bolts started slamming into his backside. The Saiyans moving to flank him before assaulting.

Three... their tactics were practiced and lethal as they all immediately moved in to engulf him with their beams. There was yelling over the comm channel as he blasted off from the center of their visions, towards a thicker area of Debris where he could attempt to buy time to turn his systems online. "He ain't got a signature we can't let him hide!" One of the voices said as he trailed off.

Two...He made little progress with his movement as one of the saiyans cut him off.

He was surrounded by them, and before he could raise a hand to defend himself they blasted away any chance of cover or concealment he might've used. Their shots cleared away the debris from ships in the area, lighting up this their entire patch of space for miles around.



One... They all took turns moving in to assault him, each one trying to land the killing blow.

Eventually one of them managed to damage his good arm with a twisting beam of energy

"Let's rip off his other arm!" One of them shouted.

"Wait!" Their female commander seemed to yell but the saiyans were hungry and full of blood lust in their eyes. The acted like men possessed, a green glow in some of their eyes. The converged onto MARK I, two grabbing onto his good arm, while four more held him still. They tugged on each limb now, trying their best to tear him apart like animals.

Zero... His limbs bent and creaked, they began to lengthened and stretch as the men pulled onto him, any second now they would give, the Saiyans would finally rip their foe apart into several pieces. To their surprise the strange metallic creature had stop resisting, a sure sign that it had given up, unable to defend itself against such overwhelming odd, victory was assured.



...One.."gahhhahhh" One of the Saiyan yelled as his eye sockets began to burn. Thin laser bursted from the backside of his head as his body slumped over and released his grip on MARK I's arm. With only one warrior to pull the titan quickly overpowered the remaining fighter. Shaking his hand free the monster fit the warriors skull in the palm of his hand. Locking him in place with a simple hold MARK I dug his thumb into the Saiyans forehead. His thumb pressed deeper and deeper until the pressure was to great. The warriors head exploded, bits of grey matter and bone spewing outwards onto his comrades.

Two..Their shocked expressions were ghastly, one warrior fell back in disgust, the others gave pause, unsure of what to make.

The creatures skin began to shiver and grow as the chinks in his armor suddenly started to grow into place. His skin seemed to regain its luster and shine as his muscles began to swell.

Three.. Six, sickening, abnormally long arms began to sprout from the creatures torso. Like some kind of humanoid arachnid. Some took the likeness of spears as they pierced the abdomens of other warriors. Some grew like tentacles as they wrapped others, trapping them in place.

Four..Chinnin stared onward in horror as he held his neck in his hands. His vision finally returning to him he watched as the strange creature began to move and act with a strength not of this world. It long black limbs seemed to overpower and subdue all warriors in the vicinity.

"dd-demon!" Chinnin yelled. "This monster is a demon!" "Pullback! Regroup!" Racolee commanded the men. Saiyans from further away began to converge at their lieutenants order, just in time to see what was going on.

Five... As the arms wrapped themselves around two warriors they seemed to get thinner and thinner, like razors, they wrapped the warriors from head to two, at first engulfing them. As they thinned however the arms seemed to run right through the warriors, cutting them in thousands of pieces, their shocked expressions evident in their face before they realized what had happened.

Six..."Line up!!" Racolee's expression was one of pure rage and shock as she watched some of her friends, her best men killed before her eyes. She did not know what was happening, did not know what she was facing.

"W-we-we need to retreat!" Chinnins voice could be hear as he fumbled around with some strange trinkets, his hands shaking frantically as he began muttering again to himself.

"Ready!!" Racolee's voice called out as the Saiyans formed a line. They stood staggered, five men wide and two men deep, all holding their hands out, preparing for a massive volley of ki blast. They intended on combining their powers into one, massive burst with enough force to blow apart several planets.

Seven.. MARK I's fingers had been elongated, holding a warrior in place by the eardrums as his palm turned into a spinning saw, he inched the warrior closer as his eye irradiated a soft red glow.

"Goo...Super..." He spoke to the warrior as his saw paused, a mere millimeter from the bridge of the man's nose. The warrior cried out desperately but there was nothing he could do as the saw began to bite into his nose, through his face, eventually severing his head in two. It was a jagged grinding process, not a clean cut, an intentionally dullness built into the blade of the make shift saw before it merged back into his regular hand.

"YOU FUCKING BASTERD!!! FIRE!!!!!"

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The GETA, Saiyan Ship. Cpt. Carroto's Quarters.

Barbarot Stood over his fathers body while the medic worked on him.

His arms fidgeted as he waited for the xeno to make a report. The young xenotype was a fine medic. Trained properly in some university, having worked for a military branch for whatever world he was from. He had been one of the few refugee that had managed to pull his weight and he got along just fine with the men. It was a shame that he reminded him of chinnin..

"Report" Barbarot said staring over the xeno from behind as he worked on his father.

"His vitals are still good. He should be fine.. I think he might need some bed rest. The shock.."

"My father will be fine.." Barbarot interrupted him. "..wake him up, now."



The Xeno paused for a moment unsure of what to say. Slowly he turned to face Barbarot, his face deeply conflicted. "..S-sir. I think it would be best.."

A beam splintered the warriors shoulder, cleaving him from joint to navel. The Xeno cried out in pain but there was no one around to hear him over the blaring of alarms and sirens echoing throughout the GETA.

"Insubordination.. All of you xeno-types are the same." A silent murderous rage read across his face. The Xeno bit down on his lip. In his last moments he pressed a button on his scouter, before his chest exploded, a single thrust of Barbarots palm injecting his insides with pressure.

Barbarot then walked over to his father's body. The old warrior laid there, unconscious and unaware.

"You should have listened to me father..I'm sorry." Barbarots eyes began to tear as he reached into his father's belt, pulling out a knife the old veteran always held on him.

"Ever since mother died you've changed, shying away from battles, trying to keep us "Smart" that xeno has poisoned your mind. Made you weak and a pacifist. I love you..p-please forgive me."

He raised his hand over his head as he jammed the knife into his father's chest, the dagger managed to pierce through the man's plate. Blood squirted out of his chest cavity and all over Barbarots face and arms. The blood war hot and thick as he rushed out of the old Saiyans body. The old man's heart beating furiously, over stressed until it eventually ceased.

"Barbarot?!?!" A saiayns voice called out from the opposite end of the room. Men had answered the call of the young xeno's scouter, a distress signal had been sent from the captain quarters and thus Carrottos personal guard arrived, their shocked expressions filled with rage and betrayal.

The room soon ignited with the sounds of battle and violence. Brother against brother a savage battle for survival in the middle of a battle. Spirits spiraled quickly, cackling the entire time, continuing the song of their mistress, filling Amatricina's room with the moaning sounds of the fallen. She would hear and feel the distress of all those who would die, all who succumbed to the effects of the MARK I's spell.
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The Golden Maiden

President Gibson laid in his personal spa room, a lime green mud mask perfectly fitted to his face as he relaxed in a fluff white bath robe. A wireless headset covered both his ears as he laid on a comfortable form fitted love seat.

Tilted his head to look open the only door to his room as it shifted open. Miho walked through, her dressed a bit scuffled and face blush red and troubled.

"What is wrong my lovely? You should relax more"

His assistant shook behind a compad as she struggled to find the words. "Ssir. The Saiyans.."

"Ahh yes. The space baboons decided to act up. I overheard some of the commotion outside. Worry not my dear, we've made plans for this." His face was smug and confident, betraying not a hint of worry or concern for his well being.

"Why don't you come join me." He motioned for her to take off her clothes.

"Ssir. The reinforcements are..gone."

"What?!" His face contorted as she spoke. It was an ugly expression. One she had never seen him.

He raised from his love seat. Walking over to a nearby computer panel.After a moment he seemed to regain his composer.

"It is of no consequence my dear. We simply must retire to my personal escape pod. Follow me."

She couldn't believe how quickly he seemed to get over the events that had occurred. How seamlessly he managed to move from shock to confidence. He gestured for her to move forward and so she did.

By the time she realized what was going on, she had dropped her glasses and compad as he managed to bend her over. His hand sliding in between her legs, grasping hold of her womanhood, fingers invading her with a lustful vigor she'd never experienced before.

"There's just one thing I'd like to take care of first." His breath hung by her ear as he spoke, her hairs standing on edge. She bucked him off and with a swipe of her hand she tore at the skin of his face, tearing up skin beneath his mud mask, blood spilling onto his lips.

"Aghh! You fucking bitch!?" He fell over a stool, landing face first onto his love seat, his robe coming undone in the process.

She cried as she mounted him from behind, pinning him against the seat, wrapping his loosened belt around his neck and tightening it. The President gasped as he struggled for dear life. His nails digging into her hands as she held him down, they struggled for what seemed like an eternity.

With a vigorous buck he managed to toss her off his body. She slammed into the floor, he heels tipping awkwardly causing her to snap her ankle as she tried to raise up.

President Gibson cackled as he made his way over to her. She struggled as she tried to get up and leave. Picking up the stool he raised it over his head, bringing down on the poor women, snapping her spine and neck with several viscous blows. For a moment he hovered over her, her body twitched as it bleed out all over the floor, his eyes filled with a soft green glow as he began to prop her body into position.

"You stupid whore.. I told you, I get what I want"...

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Lagu busted the skull of the first security officer that attempted to engaged him in melee. Ultra Co had exhausted nearly exhausted their fleet of autonomous drones during the battle. What started out as a light skirmish between fire squads had evolved into a fully fleshed battle.

Swinging his legs wide Lagu quickly dispatched two, three, than a fourth opponent with savage kicks. He kept his arms close to his body as he fought, barely using them except to block or deliver quick, lethal strikes into an enemies throat or groin. He was the third best fighter of the entire brigade, matched only by Barbarot and their Captain, Carotto, and he knew it.

He closed in on his enemies with a lethal precision, never hesitating or faltering in his strikes. His body bobbed and weaved in between strikes as he dispatched his opponents. He was controlled flurry. A focused storm of strikes.

His boys however, the annex squad, were not as precise or clean in their fighting styles and on this day there was fury in their eyes, a ravenous blood lust that was commonly typical of the saiyans, though not usually as intense. He watched with a grin on his face as his men washed over waves of enemies. It was something he'd grown accustomed to while fighting near the fractured, unnamed planet.

They were nearly animals, just like the natives which they'd spent months dispatching.

"Must've rubbed off on us.." He mused to himself as he searched the battle field for crack. The warrior was eventually found at the thickest section of fighting. It was difficult to form a battle line in the vast expanses of space, warships could vaguely do it, men could not. They were usually Ineffective and easy to flank without support.

Crack's energy beams could be spotted from anywhere on the battle field as they plowed and disintegrated entire squadrons of soldiers, attempting to hold him off. He was wounded and beaten, that much was obvious. His entire squad had been wounded or killed as this point as the older man floated in the same spot he'd been in since the fighting started.

Finally breaking through Lagu rushed to crack. The two stood side by side as they began to dismantle any semblance of resistance that met them. Together they seemed unstoppable, a moving tempest of bolts and fist.

Lagu placed his hand on the lieutenants shoulder as he made a motion to communicate with him. Before he could speak signs began to display on his scouter. His jaw dropped and his head turned quickly in surprised. Miles away he could see their numbers drop to 0 on his scouter. Racolees squad had combined their powers into one massive volley, a planet busting bolt that could obliterate both fleets yet to his surprise the beam never got very far.

Then they started to drop, like moths in a flame, two, threes, four men at a time. He had no way of distinguishing who was who or what was happening. His scouter found no signs of anything even remotely large enough to threaten his mates.

Racoolee had been sent there, along with a portion of his men. Some of his best and they were dying.

"we need to pull back!" He started to say before Lieutenant Crack peeled off. The man shot straight up above. His hands coming together in the middle of his chest as he began to form a bolt to shot at the golden maiden. Xeno had rarely acted so rash, so recklessly before, this was not like him. So undisciplined. The beam of energy was stopped by a warrior in red plated armor who clashed with his energy beam, a powerful Ki user it seemed, one of few ultra co seemed to employ.

The two beams eventually condensed into a tight massive ball which seemed to implode in on itself. The resulting wave was powerful enough to vaporize anyone within the immediate vicinity.

Crack's body flew through space as Lagu sped up to stop it, catching it within his arms and slowing him to a halt. The pair landed near the center point of the battle. Crack's expression betraying a look of light-headedness and fatigue.

"Form up and ease off boys we need to pull back. Grab your wounded, leave no one.." Lagu stopped speaking as he looked onward with an expression of horror and shock in his eyes. They didn't listen. Not only did they not listen but his men seemed to be turning on each other. Once the number of Ultra Co resistance seemed to run low, as the private security force began to pull away and retreat to their ship, the saiyan warriors started to battle each other.

"What the fuck is the meaning of this!" He yelled through his scouter as he began to feel a stinging sensation in the small of his back. A blade stuck out, it was long and thin. He'd been stabbed in the back, he was surrounded. They were surrounded.


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Bodies floated, battered and broken. Bloodied, flayed and shattered as Chin pulled himself out from a pile of dead bodies that he'd amassed together to hide within. He came across the body of his Racolee. She bore a terrible, sickening wound on her abdomen where the large monstrosity had pierced her with long, sharp fingers, like knives. The monster had spoken something to her before he struck.

"Goo..Super??" Did he mean super Siayan? What was this obsidian demon? Why had he come here? He had destroyed members of both fleets. What was his purpose?

Chinnin's scouter had been destroyed. He had no way to communicate to the others. No way to warn them of the monster that was on his way to them.
He rubbed his hand over Racolee's gash, it was a deep cut, deep enough for his hand to sink into if he was not careful, the naked warrior's body laid out before him.

"You stupid bi...You should have listened to me..You should have all listened to me!!!" He yelled, though no noise came out.

His eyes and pupils dilated as he noted something. He clutched onto a necklace he'd worn before coming out.

"Spirits!? What manner of enchantment are these?!" He could see them now as they hovered over him and around him. Like eels surrounded a prey, hungry, savage, they circled him like a dinner long awaited.

"Get back!" He spoke as a flash of pure white energy incinerated the nearest ones. He made hand singles and ethereal ropes appeared from his form as they wrapped themselves around some of the bigger spirits.

"Your master is a mindless monstrosity! A golem of mindless, heartless sorts, a husk with no real power! He has no real talent if you so easily roam free from him. He is a lifeless husk of demonic shell, not even living. I am living! I have a soul! Real power! Serve me!" He spoke to them telepathically until eventually he came to dominated them. The spirits turned red with rage, an emotion he'd begun to feed of off in order to dominate them. Power rushed through his veins as he began to absorb them into his being.

"yesss. YESS!" His power level began to spike. Increasing to twice its original number.

Before him a tome began to materialize from thin air. It appeared ancient, black leather bounded and with a sickening look to it.

He opened its pages and began to absorb its power. The pages automatically flipped to the ritual that MARK I had activated previously.

"Ahh yes. A summoning! You fool! You have no control over these spirits demon. Now I Chinnin letit! will show you true power!"

The xeno's hands wrapped around his sides as a rush of dark ki began to fill his lungs. He handled the energy with a practiced poise as he began to make strange twisting motions. Long red ethereal hands sprouted from him and he shot them forward, towards the MARK I. cackled a confident laugh, sure of his victory, full of himself and his new power.
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MARK I's body walked through the main corridor of the GETA. Stepping over dead bodies of fallen saiyan warriors and their xenotype servants. He had met little resistance that could give him pause as his body continued it recovery process, he'd nearly fully repaired himself.

"No survivors"
His mission was simple, kill them all. One by one or dozens at a time and he'd come her to do just that as he lifted a man from the floor to, slamming his body into the ceiling. He could feel the man's spine crack and disjoint in several different places before sliding him across the room and tossing him into a firing squad that had lined up to fire on him.

A lone warrior appeared from behind them. He was well built, athletic warrior type, his power level vastly exceeded those around him. The warrior was soaked in blood even before MARK I had arrived, his hair and arms were stained with the stench of death and regret.

The warrior let loose a powerful pulse of force. It threw MARK I off his feet and thrusted him down the hallway, across the room and into the engine room below.

"Regroup! Don't fucking question me! I am captain now!!"

The warrior bellowed out from across the hall.

Rising to his feet MARK I turned his head to the side. Noting the reactor core in the center of the room.

The warrior entered the room, beating his chest as he did so. "Come on!!" The man screamed and the two went at each other.

For a brief moment they exchanged blows, the man standing his ground against the titan, weaving in between his legs, kicking at his shins and slamming powerful hooks and straights into MARK I's face plate.

As the warrior jumped overhead to deliver a devastating double palmed overhead strike, he condensed a ball of ki in between his hands, the bolt heavy and dense with power and energy.

His body stopped in mid air as MARK I extended his arm, palming the warrior in his hands. Before the warrior could react MARK I twisted his entire torso in a one hundred and eighty degree angle, independent of his lower body and dipped the warrior in between the power couplings that powered the ships reactor core. Violent energy coarsed through the Saiyans body.

Turning his lower body to align with his top half MARK I rose as he walked into the core. Ignited it. A bright light engulfed them both, drowned out with scream of agony and pain as the warrior died. Soon the entire ship was engulfed in a violent explosion that consumed everything. The ship, even the nearby battlefield, filled with warriors, all but the Golden maiden, who's deck rocked back and force from the force of the blast. Hundreds of life forces quickly blinked out of existence in an instant.

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Somewhere in the east Quadrant.
S-Class Luxury Cruiser, property of President Gibson, CEO of Ultra Inc.

"President Gibson! Sir!" A commander yelled, in red plated armor as he banged loudly on the presidents blast door. The presidents private spa suite was an intimate setting. It laid in it's own private area, segregated away where the man would regularly take his secretaries for..business meetings.

The door opened to reveal the man, Gibson. His robes stained with sweat and a wetness that had soaked into the once pure white fabrics of his thousand zeni robes.

"Sir we have to get you to your escape pod! Follow me" Without so much as a word the president adjusted his hair and began to make his way towards his pod.

A dozen armored soldiers walked through the hallway around him and at his flanks. One of the commandos held a hand to the side of his visor, where a communicator was hidden. He spoke into his full, face covering helmet to one of the advance squads.

"Commander, report" He spoke to the warrior in red armor.

"Sir, casualties are high, half of our automated fleet, never deployed, some kind of malfunction, couldn’t get them online."

"Okay" The president said with an obvious irritation in his voice.

"And what about the reinforcements?"

"All gone sir. They never made it to the battle field. It seems a contingent of saiyan left to meet them and manage to neutralize them"

"What?! How could this be?!" The president's arm animated as he spoke. His frustration apparent for all to see.

He came to a sudden stop as they began to pass his room. His eyes glimmering with a queer expression, as if something had just donned on him

"Sir?!" The commander started to yell out as the president started to make his way into his room.

"I have to get dressed commander, this is very unbecoming of me" The soldiers were shocked. Had he gone insane?

The presidents eyes had a low green tint near the back of their iris's as he stared into the vanity mirror across the room once the doors slide open. He began making his way in as he spoke his next words. They were hushed, nearly a whisper as he began to enter.

"Now there's a man who needs a shower and a shave" President Gibson said as he stared eagerly at himself in the mirror.

A bright light engulfed the room with a blinding flash. The entire ship began to shake and rattle, as if an earthquake had somehow occurred within the ship itself.

The commander made a beeline towards the president, grasping him by the arms before pressing a button to reveal his face.

He was a rugged, tall, strong young man with an intensity behind his eyes. He wore a red plated armor unlike the rest of his men. A symbol of one of their special elites.

He slapped the president across the face as he brought him closer so that they were almost eye to eye.

"I am sorry sir but what in the fuck!do you think you are doing?! We are getting you out of here now!!!"

President Gibson looked outwards to where the light had originated from.

"Th-they're all gone?! We won!" He felt his body get shoved down the hall way as his commander's helmet made a static noise from within.

"Commander, Sheffield, sir! We're ready for you." A voice came over his helmet. He motioned with his hand and a pair of soldiers grabbed onto the president by each arm, shoving him down the hallway while the man began to yell obscenities. His bathrobe slide off his body as he struggled like a child, being put to bed. A small, bloodied brooch, some kobachan symbol revealed itself as the men moved forward, a heavy boot stepping over it, crushing it under heel and toe.
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Debris hung thick in the air as the MARK I held the torso of his opponent, his lower body having been flung off into space.

The warrior coughed up blood, which coalesced into beads of blood like pebbles in the zero gravity. They spread out into the void. The man barely clinging on to life.

His eyes were wide and grief stricken as he watched the automaton covert a single arm into a long slender, drill like limb. The monster stuck the piercing tip beneath the warrior waistline, where his groin would have been and slowly dug upwards, in a painfully slow, tearing motion, savoring the seconds before parting the man into two halves.

MARK I discarded the man's pieces as he began to float forward. Something was wrong. His hand flung it's way onto his chest. There was a painful sensation that had just hit him like a tidal wave.

The machine stopped for a moment to run a diagnostics test throughout his systems. V3 was alive, but his vitals were stricken with grief. There were all manner of hormones, cortisol, adrenaline, cholesterol. These petty human byproducts that were flooding his system.

Ignoring the pain and discomfort he felt he rocketed onward towards the golden maiden.

"Mark I, report...." He heard the voice of his mistress speak in his mind, her psychic voice jarring him. The entire experience still not being something he enjoyed. Having strange voices in your head..

" you've toyed around long enough playing sorcerer. We finish this and find my Power of Hatred."

Having violently murdered a large portion of the lifeforms here MARK I used his body to pierce through the Maiden. He would no longer toy with these life forms. From within the ship he inputted his consciousness, turning off all vital, necessary functions. As the escape pods began to eject into space automated vessels, fighter jets from the remainder of their space fleets activated with them.

The autonomous vehicles then began to shoot down the pods as they traveled through space, disintegrating most of them mid flight.

Soon after MARK I's body would erupt from he vessel itself. Carrying with him a large portion of the ship, a chunk of sort.

Amidst the Chaos of what was happening the MARK I made his way towards towards a large, severed section of the previously occupied planet, it's massive broken off section nearly as large as an entire continent.

MARK I took a knee as he placed the large section of the space cruiser onto the ground, the people within its halls dazed, confused, and defenseless, mere chance having been the reason they were still alive.

As Amatricina would land near them the MARK I's figure had returned to normal form. Not a scratch or dent on him. He took a knee and bowed his head low, despite the fact that he still stood six to seven feet in height while on his knees.

The voice of pops soon sounded as she arrived.

"My Queen and lady of Avarice, first of her name, demon warlord of fire. I am happy to report that all those who would covet your prize here on this section of space are either dead or dying. My master MARK I has taken for you this rig! And with it an automatic sys..." Pops paused for a moment before his disembodied voice spoke out again.

"Actually you don't really care how this works! So here's the laymen's term. This machine is going to scoop up all these loose metallic shards that are scattered throughout the area that appear to be responsible for the magical disturbances nearby! Give us forty-eight hours to find the sources and it will all be yours, as you've requested!"


The MARK I's eyes began to glow with a deep green as he began sucking in all the residual souls that he'd summon. Trying his best to do it in such a way where his body would not start to malfunction. HATE, Rage, and pure malice began to circulate within his body.

His eyes glowed with an intensity as he searched for the reasons why Johnny had been so distraught. Were Ama to peer into the titan's mind, as she so casually could have in this moment of vulnerability. She would sense that the titan had quickly begun to scour every last inch of his programming, ever cell in his body, every corner and crevice of his mind for whatever it was that had caused this invasion. Yet the MARK I did not search with eyes or sense that a man could. He did not see into himself in the truest sense of the word. He search codes, files. He could not "Feel" the ball of magic within his mind. He could not "feel" or truly see John's struggle with the dark black orb of magic. Within him.

A palpable rage built up inside of the titan as he search for the intruder when suddenly the Titan's body began to lock up and jolt strangly. One of the spirits he'd absorbed was not of the tome.

It was the spirit of a familiar violet Xeno. Chinning, the now dead sorcerer. His spirit began to meld into the MARK I's body. As the man laughed.

"Ahahaha!!! You big tittied bitch! I see now how you do it! I will control your herald and I will force him to kill you! I am more powerful now than ever before I will make this one mine!!"

The xeno began to pull at the machines body but it quickly became apparent that even without a soul, the MARK I had begun to develop some kind of resistance. Through sheer will and determination the MARK I turned his head around, facing the ghost with eyes red like the fires of hell.

Chinning gasped in surprise as his soul was forcefully removed from within MARK I's shell. Pushed out as far greater magic user's have been in the past.

"What is..t-this thing?!?!" He screamed as he began to pull spirits into himself, amplifying his powers thrice over.

Chinnin's spiritual jaw had lowered itself as he simply could not understand how a machine had been resisting his magical pull, even now at the height of his powers

"I will not die! No please!" He yelled as he reached into the MARK I, pulling out a familiar spirit to the demon queen

John's soul started to tear free of the machine. MARK I's eyes went alight with a strange color as the titan attempted to grasped hold of his spirit to no avail.

"What kind of chimera...abomonation is this?!" Chinnin yelled as a beam of energy washed over both the demon lord and the MARK I. The Xeno had pulled out spirits that laid in waiting deep within the book, spirits never meant to see freedom again and they began to multiply. They Swarmed Amatricina, pulling at her legs, hair, and limbs as they attempted to drag her down, clawing and biting at her, some even going as far as to dare and undress her before the world.

For a moment MARK I's body began to shrink. It slammed into the ground, his chest cavity bursting apart as a powerful explosion of magical energy and ki covered the area, blasting apart nearby objects and rocks, propelling them outwards.

MARK I's body laid on the ground, broken open when something strange happened. V3's soul stood atop the husk. The metal shell.

His soul was an ugly one. Not clean or clear. It was an amalgamation of the man and the monster. The two began to fight violently over the body, each one attempting to overpower the other in a strange dance.

All the while Chinnin stood confused and taken aback. Gathering spirits into himself he began to fly away as fast as he could. Wanting nothing to do with whatever the fuck was going on here today.

MARK I and V3's consciousness battled fiercely over the body, within moments it became clear who the winner would be as the MARK I reached into the mans exposed chest, striking into him with a cold effectiveness before beginning to absorb John's spirit into himself, again.

Pieces of their body began to fly at them now as they slowly solidified back into one solid being. The MARK I's willpower and consciousness seemingly about to win the day and regain control.


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