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Post by Retasu on Nov 28, 2016 22:26:12 GMT -5
VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER 3 Planetary Affairs! Saiyajin and Namek-seijin Meet Again!
[ 3d26 --- 100 EXP --- 500 PL ]
What a busy time it was for the young Saiyajin King. Ever since his coronation and clam to the throne, the RIGHTFUL throne, of Daikondu, he had his hands full trying to fulfill the promises he made that day. He promised dozens, if not hundreds, of faces that he would unite the planet once more and would challenge the false, Southern King to single combat, ending all of this quickly. They were all still waiting on that to happen, though. Still, legions of soldiers were held up at various points around the Northern and Central Sectors, scouting for any sign of Southern retaliation, especially after such a harsh claim as their King had made. The time was quickly approaching, though. He would meet the leader of the Southern Rebellion, as he called it, and end this civil war that had been going on for longer than anyone currently on the planet had been alive. For now, though, his presence was requested by that of an Offworlder, someone who traveled a long way to find him, or in the very least the planet of the Saiyajin. The being had found a group of soldiers training in the Central Wastes and was eventually directed to head North, and was brought there with some soldiers in tow. Retasu had gotten word of this, and against his Uncle's wishes agreed to meet with this "Namekian."
"Retasu, there is NO time for you to be meeting with Offworlders for idle talks. This creature most likely wants something from you, and all of our efforts need to be focused on this war." Retasu's uncle, his second in command, was giving him last second advice to this scenario. Once again, the young ruler would ignore him in the most polite way. "Perhaps. But if this Namekian being needs something from us, then maybe we can get something out of him as well. Let's see what he's looking for before we jump to conclusions." Retasu's uncle stood there, in his usual garb, yet hidden under that cloak of his, also hiding the lost arm. Retasu on the other hand was wearing something a bit more regal today. The usual blue body suit clung to his muscular frame, white gloves and boots as well. The armor that he wore was also the typical pearl white, accented in gold, but instead of the vest version he wore the full armored version, with the extended, gold colored shoulder pads. Attached to that armor was a heavy cape, a deep purple color. If he was going to meet with an Offworlder, and he was being shown as the true King of Daikondu, he wanted to at least look the part. Retasu stood there in his quarters, adjusting his armor one last time before departing, waving his Uncle on after him. "I expect you to be there with me, as my right hand." The elder Saiyajin would grunt a little, not because of having to follow orders, but because he was entirely against this altogether.
Retasu's walk would lead him to the proclaimed "Throne Room" which was a shadow of what it once was. Rows of long benches were cracked and covered in dust, showing their age and lack of upkeep. Statues had tumbled and been destroyed with the attack from the unnamed "Super Saiyajin" over 100 years prior, much of the once proud, Imperial Tower suffered the same fate. Not many rulers had lived long enough to have their faces etched into stone for all eternity, anyway. Just two. One had suffered defeat at the hands of some artificial life forms, the other had died after reclaiming the planet from them. Civil war broke out shortly after between the last King's two twin sons, and the rest was history. History that Retasu knew a bit about, but not much. The King in the North would park himself down onto the large, obsidian colored throne in the front of the room, elevated up a off the ground as royalty should be. The sun from the outside shone through dust and soot covered windows, and the particles as well in the air. Some soldiers were taken from their posts to stand guard, lined up on the left and right side of the room, facing the only walkway towards the throne. His Uncle, Advisor, and right hand, Karroto, stood to the left of Retasu and behind him. The young King would motion his hand for the other few soldiers at the other end of the throne room to open the two massive double doors. "Let the Namekian in." Retasu's voice echoed in the large hall, he could feel his Uncle glare a hole into him, without even needing to look. Retasu was a capable young man, and needed to focus more on his training than cater to Offworlders or hold these sort of meetings when a war was brewing outside their gates, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity of possibly gaining a strong asset to the Empire, to HIS Empire. None of these men or women were Kings or Queens, they didn't understand.
Tuner
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Tuner
Low Class Poster
Posts: 11
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Dec 9, 2016 4:40:00 GMT -5
[Thread PL: 500 | Dice: 3d26 | EXP: 100]
The Namekian walked briskly through the halls of the Northern Empire's mighty palace, his face sporting what looked like a permanent scowl. His eyes darted around, keeping alert for any possible dangers he might face on the way to the King. Being invited to the throne room of the leader of a war-loving race during his first week on the planet was either a good sign or a truly terrible one. He might be walking right into his own execution. Despite the dangers, it was a risk he had to take. There was no way he could deal with Koto Daimo or his royal guard alone, let alone with the help of his inexperienced people. He needed the experience of warriors. He needed the Saiyans.
He arrived at the door to the Throne Room relatively quickly, guarded by only a single Saiyan. He grunted, before pushing the door open. It creaked as it swung open, dust fluttering to the ground. A testament to the age of this place. Tuner nodded to the guard, and entered. His eyes scanned the room, and his brow-ridge raised. This place was in worse shape than he'd imagined; was it a sign of the strength of the Saiya-jin people, or rather a dark omen, revealing how unpredictable and violent they could be? After a moment, his eyes fell on Retatsu and his men. The King wore attire that seemed fitting, though his face betrayed his inexperience. He was young, fresh, full of hope. Perhaps that was a good thing.
Tuner walked towards the throne slowly, stopping just in front of it. He knelt to to the young King, head bowed in respect. "King Retatsu. It is an honor to make your acquaintance. I am Tuner, a Warrior from Planet Mazoku." He would stay silent and unmoving until given permission to stand. Though he may have been rowdy and insubordinate to his own leader, he knew to respect a man like Retatsu.
Once allowed, the Mazoku would take his stand, staring directly at Retatsu. "I do not wish to waste your time, King, so I will cut to why I am here. My planet and its people are... Weak. Over the years, they've grown complacent, comfortable with their place in the galaxy. I wish to de-throne our Emperor, and take his place to lead us to a prosperous age... But I cannot do it alone. I need the help of your Army."
Tuner was well aware of how dangerous being so blunt would be, but he was not finished. "I know that what I ask of you is a tall order, which is why I offer my services to you as a soldier in your Empire. Even if I were to take my planet now, there would be no way for me to guarantee that I would keep that throne for long. I need to gain strength first, and what better way than to be in the thick of a war? I will work for you as long as you need my assistance, and in return, all I ask is that you assist me in returning my planet and its people to its former glory."
Beads of sweat began to form on the Namekian's chest. This was a risky play, but he was never known for his silver tongue. He awaited Retatsu's answer with baited breath, unsure if he'd be accepted, or killed on the spot for his insolence.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 11, 2016 0:25:49 GMT -5
Retasu watched as the Namekian was let in. He had heard a bit about this race, but not much. They were usually green-skinned, but in truth they all varied. Daikondu did not have much interaction with other planets in its history, so all Retasu had learned about a lot of the other alien species was just be hearsay, or from forced reading. As the being approached he got a better look from his spot on the raised dais, looking down as he took a knee in respect to the Saiyajin King before rising and explaining himself. It was somewhat of an odd request, he would admit. However, perhaps this Tuner fellow was being honest with him. It wasn't out of the ordinary for people to become mercenaries of sorts in hopes of gaining some sort of footing before reclaiming their own lands. If Retasu knew any better he'd know one of his own ancestors had done the same, though the circumstances were a bit different. "I see. Quite a request I will admit, Tuner. You seem to be well aware of Daikondu's predicament as of now." Retasu would shift in his seat some. The old throne was hard to sit on and not very comfortable, quite the relic in fact. When this war was over he would be sure to find something more comfortable to park himself on. "We are currently dealing with a rebel group in the Southern sector that believe themselves to be an actual Empire, and have crowned their own usurper king." He wouldn't go into details, as most of it wasn't any of the Namekian's business, at least not at this moment. "You'll understand when I tell you that I do not have any soldiers to spare in order to help you reclaim your home world." He'd pause a bit, as if for dramatic effect, before continuing. "At least right now, anyway."
The King in the North would continue, though. He wanted to know much and more about Tuner and what exactly he would get in exchange for helping him. "My question to you, Tuner, is what exactly would I have to benefit? You can imagine the huge risk in all of this. Allowing a mercenary, an outsider to come within my ranks. This war we are currently waged in will end with the unification of Planet Daikondu, and the Northern Empire standing as the true, single Imperial force on the entire planet." There was definite pride in his voice, and a true belief that what he was saying was true. As young as he looked, he was ready. Training and being groomed for this his entire life had left him a bit exhausted, but more restless than ever. "I doubt an eternal, personal friendship would be substantial to use in the years to come. If I were to allow this, are you saying that just your power alone will help me win my war and I should be thankful to you? Allow you to use my army to take back your own home world? Where's the end game, sir?" He'd leave it at that, trying his best to remain comfortable while reclining back in that horribly worn out throne. How the hell did anyone sit on this thing?
@truetocaesar
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Tuner
Low Class Poster
Posts: 11
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Dec 20, 2016 3:29:02 GMT -5
The Exile listened intently, his expression stoney as the King revealed his lack of extra bodies. Tuner nodded at the mention of the Rebels. "I had heard rumors of some type of civil war going on, but I didn't realize it had gotten so bad that they'd crowned a false King of their own. Let's hope his men aren't too radical-- the more devoted they are to their false prophet, the more they are willing to sacrifice to end this war."Retatsu continued the conversation, questioning the usefulness of a new face in all this chaos. "Like I said, I will do all I can to help end this war as quickly as possible. The Saiya-jin may be strong, but the Namekian's are no weaklings either. A new, unique fighter like myself might catch the opposing forces off-guard at a crucial moment, and seal doom for the enemy." He could feel a dirty look coming from the Door Guard behind him. It seemed the fellow wasn't exactly happy with what Tuner had said, but the Namek would ignore it for the time being. "I swear to you that should we take my home back, you will have an entire army of my people at your disposal. I know it's the type of deal that does not sound entirely beneficial to you just yet, but if you just give me a chance to prove myself in combat, then perhaps you'll see just how valuable the Namekian's are to you."With a quick motion, Tuner removed his black cloak, allowing to to flutter towards the ground, where it landed on the top of a demolished pillar. "Surely if I defeat you in combat, you'd realize just how powerful of an ally you'd be gaining, yes?"Tuner lowered his center of gravity. He put his hands out, elbows bent slightly, with one hand kept close to his chest, and the hovering in front of his head, with claws bared at his foe. "I doubt you'll believe my claims any other way, so let's skip past the chatting and get right to the demonstration."
Tuner is ready to prove himself! Rolling Initiative, just in case.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 20, 2016 14:30:33 GMT -5
Retasu listened to Tuner's words, each one getting more outrageous than the previous. Finally, the Namekian seemed to want to challenge the young King to a duel, in order to prove his worth and strength to his Empire. It caused Retasu to raise a brow in question, his uncle storming out to the front of the dais, glaring down at the green skinned alien with dismay. "I think we've heard enough out of you, Namekian. Challenging the King to a fight? It makes you even more dumb that I had earlier anticipated." Retasu, however, was now getting up from his seat on that throne, beginning to adjust the large, extended shoulder pads on his armor. "I believe my Uncle here, who also happens to be my Second in Command, has a point. It's quite foolish to challenge the King directly to a battle." Finally, those gloved fingers would work the latches on his armor off, pushing up against the shoulder pads so it and the heavy cape would fall in a tumble at his feet, revealing Retasu now in a simple white vest armor. "But I'm a Warrior King, not just the type that shouts out orders." A small smirk came to his face as booted feet began to walk him down the stairs of the dais, to be on an even level with the Namekian who was still several yards away from him. "I'm assuming you already knew that, though. And I must admit, I'm impressed that you would have the guts to walk into my Tower, let alone my Empire itself and do what you just did. But I suppose that's the only way you'll get to prove your worth otherwise."
The several guards in the area looked at each other in confusion, still lining up either side of the throne room, while Carotta, his Uncle and right hand, stood on the dais with a look of complete anger on his face. Retasu would also lower himself down as well, semi-squatting down. His left hand one would come to his face in almost a similar fashion, while his right was swung out at his side ready to attack. That brown tail finding itself wrapped tightly around his armored waist.
(Simply an example of his stance, not what Retasu looks like.)
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Tuner. I'm eager to see just what you can prove to the true King of the Saiyajin."
Retasu has accepted the challenge. Using 1 - 2x EXP Token for if I win the match (3 of 3 in use). 1HFY30CQ1d6
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Post by Retasu on Dec 20, 2016 14:32:16 GMT -5
OOC NOTE:
Because 1d6's can be a bit of a pain in the behind, species without the higher init trait will roll 1d100. This is coming up in a new update by the end of the week. Tuner, re-roll init with 1d100. No need to do anything else but roll the dice. I will roll as Retasu after. I'll also keep score.
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Tuner
Low Class Poster
Posts: 11
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Dec 20, 2016 17:54:01 GMT -5
Gotcha. I'll use a x2 EXP Token as well. dubQbxf01d100
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Post by Retasu on Dec 20, 2016 19:18:25 GMT -5
Re-rolling init.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 20, 2016 19:22:28 GMT -5
OFFICIAL SCORE CARD
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Tuner has won the init roll. Tuner , BEGIN!
I'll keep score for this one. Beyond this point no more SP can be gained from this thread until after the match is officially over.
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Tuner
Low Class Poster
Posts: 11
Race: Namekian
Dice: 3d28
EXP: 152
Zeni: 660
HP: 20
SP: 2,112
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Post by Tuner on Dec 20, 2016 20:43:04 GMT -5
The two warriors stare one another down for a moment, their energies slowly rising to battle-ready levels. This would be an intense brawl, Tuner was sure of that. His eyes narrowed, and his muscles tensed. Was this a foolish decision? Only time would tell. With a burst of speed, Tuner rushed forwards to make the first move. He attacked Retatsu with a flurry of fierce jabs aimed at the mid-section, before ending off his barrage with a left hook to the jaw. Should the attacks land, the Saiyan King would probably be sent backwards a bit from the force of the attacks.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 21, 2016 23:01:42 GMT -5
OFFICIAL SCORE CARD
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Tuner rolled 2 Damage! Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Dec 21, 2016 23:08:26 GMT -5
Retasu's eyes would bolt open as the Namekian rushed him in an instant. Gritting his teeth, he'd take those fists to his midsection as best as he could, using his arms and hands to try and deflect as many as possible before the strike to his jaw sent him flying backwards, landing on his rear end at the steps of the dais. He heard his Uncle shout something out, but he held up a hand to stop him. Coming to his feet, the young King would roll his neck left and right, popping the stiffness out of it. "Not that I'm impressed so far, but that almost hurt." A snide tone was in his voice, of course the strike hurt, but he wouldn't admit that to the Namekian.
In retaliation, he Saiyajin would burst forward as well, using his speed to blur from vision as much as possible. Left to right, right to left he would move to try to throw off Tuner on which side he would strike. However, he'd fully "materialize" in front of the Namekian, clasping both hands together and holding them high. He'd swing them down, attempting to strike Tuner in the head with a clubbing double axe-handle blow, sending him back some as well.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 21, 2016 23:09:06 GMT -5
OFFICIAL SCORE CARD
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Retasu rolled 3 Damage! Tuner
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Post by Retasu on Jan 15, 2017 12:40:36 GMT -5
Tuner has 6 days to post before this is considered an OFFICIAL FORFEIT. In 6 days the the thread will have gone officially one month without a post. Will tag Tuner in 3 days time, next alert will come with 1 day left. Deadline is before the end of 01/21.
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Post by Retasu on Jan 21, 2017 10:28:22 GMT -5
Tuner, you have until the end of today to post or this will be an official forfeit.
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