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Post by Retasu on Aug 26, 2017 11:36:24 GMT -5
The great war was still being waged. The Northern and Southern Saiyajin tribes continued to be at each other's throats. The Southern King, Totoma, was all but gone in the last few months. The Northern Empire having taken advantage of this entirely. Without a figurehead in the south, the war would be all too easy for Retasu and his army to crush them without a thought. Though, the King in the North had hoped things could be settled with as few casualties as possible. He needed a strong Empire, a strong planet. The Saiyajin people were just that, though these split Empires developed deep bonds within their own territories and it would be hard to cut the ties that bound them. Retasu understood this, as he knew some of his most loyal soldiers would never allow themselves to be ruled by the Southern usurpers, and would choose to die in battle rather than submit to a new regime. Retasu stood at the front line, the territory line was hundreds of yards away, though with the red lensed Scouter going to work he could triangulate the enemy positions, as they could with him with the same technology. Things were at a standstill, no one was moving. Thick, black locks were tied back in a ponytail, a few strands falling over the sides of his head that were not contained. He wore a blue battle suit with that Elite style white vest armor, glossy and pristine, with golden shoulder straps and accents. His tail wrapped itself tightly around his waist as he played with a button on his Scouter, a gloved finger poking at it every so often. "His ki. I don't see it anywhere." He thought, tuning the headset to search for a ki closely resembling Totoma when they last met, but the false King's energy was nowhere to be found. It frustrated him. He wanted to do this in his own way, and take Totoma down. "Any word from the scouts?" He'd call out, to any of his soldiers in particular. One answered, fiddling with his own Scouter. "Nothing yet, sire. Everything is as quiet in the South as they are here."
Too quiet, in truth. Way too quiet.
3d47 --- 2,653 EXP --- 13,265 PL ALL PLANET DAIKONDU INHABITANTS, LET'S THREAD!
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Aug 27, 2017 18:37:49 GMT -5
Blood and fire raged across the wastelands of Planet Daikondu. The Sayians were killing themselves in the thousands in titanic clashes across the planet, and Mazohn was loving every second of it. The constant fighting had honed his skills beyond belief, nearly doubling his strength in only a few short months! The demon swiped at his latest victim in a fury of attacks, each one impacting the warrior with immense force. Laughing insanely, the demon jeered at the Sayian, "COME ON! I've seen snails with more fighting spirit then you have!" He drew back his hands for a devastating sledgehammer, but the injured Sayian vanished with desperate speed. Growling, Mazohn followed. The demon would drop the broken and bloody Southern fighter a few meters from Retatsu's feet, "A gift your majesty." Mazohn said with a mock bow. He had thought long and hard since his last encounter with Retastu and slowly, grudgingly, he had come to a conclusion. "Consider it recompense for those guards of yours I smashed into a wall a few months back." There was no trace of apology in the demon's voice, and nor would there ever likely be any. For his plan to succeed, he would likely need the King of the Ape's aid. "I have an offer for you, if you are interested."
Dice: 3d40 HP: 600 EXP: 738 Power Level: 3,690
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Sept 7, 2017 0:52:58 GMT -5
Well how-dy. The Durian had landed but a day or so ago, his day long trip in the one-way Pod having been less than great. They called them ''One-Ways'' for a reason, after all. After recovering pods in bits and pieces from various stages of a planet's invasion and takeover by the N-PTO, they would often hodgepodge the parts together into a heap of barely workable junk. It was better than outright scrapping the things, and it was a great way to keep them out of the hands of pesky survivors and enemies should all else fail. His own One-Way had barely survived the trip, and thinking back to the smoking heap he'd left it as in the middle of a tiny crater in Daikondu soil told him enough about his likelihood of using it to leave anytime soon. It was a part of basic training to troubleshoot and repair your own Pod, but there wouldn't be time for that anywhere near soon; Kiwano had been sent here with a purpose, and he couldn't afford to occupy his mind with the thoughts of much else. Recon missions were always a real pain in the ass. Usually, you were sent under orders not to engage any forces unless you had a very good reason like self-defense. Recon was more than just scoping things out with your eyes. Rumor collecting and identifying the important people was a big part of it, and more often than not planets were turned over through market negotiation rather than a full scale invasion. During his short stay here, the Durian had found himself unwelcome just about anywhere he'd gone. He'd managed to find a run-down old shack of a bar offering cheap room and board with no questions asked, and it looked like a den of outlaws and wannabe greenhorn mercenaries right from the start. He'd decided to settle there for now, and he'd began making his rounds. He showed up already having the knowledge that North and South were at war, but he needed details. This place being located in a small village in a more secluded though still unforgiving patch of the central wastes luckily afforded a rare spot of neutrality. ''If you want some advice, don't go sticking your nose where it don't belong. You're off-world, and your gear's way too fancy for you to be anything but Lizard.'' ''I ain't exactly gonna walk around and flaunt it. I'd be dumb not to sport armor of some kind. Just being a Durian is probably enough to get me jumped.'' ''If you really want to know, you've at least come to the right place.'' ''Bein' what nobody's stormed in and started blastin' so far, I figured as much.'' ''See, for a while there, North and South both had strong contenders to rule this rock. Problem is, most battles have been stalemates. The Southern head honcho hasn't been seen in quite some time now, and the North? They're all over it. Like waste hounds with blood in the air.'' So the rumors were true. He could confirm that much now, at least. ''The head honcho of the North? Retasu's his name, and as a matter of fact all the talk lately has been about the battle today. Both factions meeting on even ground, the two leaders meaning to settle some bad blood. It's gonna end in a decisive push for the North, naturally. South's got no defining leadership anymore.'' ''Well ain't that a shame? I don't figure you'd mind pointin' me in the right direction now, would ya? Think i'll have to see this to believe it. Even leaderless, the South is gonna fight.'' Pride was always something very exploitable about Saiyans. Odds are, the South knew they were in deep but weren't gonna give ground if they could help it. Most Saiyans didn't believe in the ''live to fight another day'' plan. ''Exit my bar, takin' the same path that lead you in. Take off due north-west. Can't miss it. Pretty sure the battle lines are already forming, so you'd best be quick about it.'' ''Thanks. Think i'll be on my way then. Should be a good show.'' It didn't take Kiwano long after departing the bar and kicking up into the sky in flight to start to see what his new informant was talking about. He started seeing tracks, heavy ones. Lots of boots approaching a center point from two opposite sides. Following the marching route led him to a cliff overlooking the grand sight of one rowdy bunch of monkeys holding stone still in the face of a much more disciplined looking crowd. Using his Scouter's Zoom function, he spotted two figures with outstanding power levels in the North's midst. ''There's our boy. Retasu, was it? But who's that with him...?'' He quipped to himself. Holding his position on the ridge, he'd make a quick report in. ''Kiwano to HQ. I've spotted the would-be King and some stranger. Guy doesn't look Saiyan. Might be hiring mercs or something. I'll continue observing, but the rumors are true. I'm about to watch a bloodbath. The South's leadership ain't nowhere to be found.'' ''We hear you, Kiwano. Remember, don't get involved. Your recon assignment's pretty much already finished. We're going to go over your information and relay further orders when we're ready for the next stage. Sit tight and stay out of trouble.'' Kiwano closed his channel. ''Stay out of trouble, she says.''
''As I stand just outside a Saiyan battleground, most of them wantin' me dead and not even knowin' it yet. HAH!''
2d20 -- 0 XP -- 100 PL 300 HP Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Sept 9, 2017 11:51:58 GMT -5
The quietness in the air raged on, that was until his Scouter beeped to alert him of a power that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Before Retasu could react to, a body was dropped before him. A lifeless corpse of a Southern warrior, bloodied and broken. The Scouter didn't pick up a reading from him, as his eyes traveled up to who had delivered the "package." Retasu would wave his hand to his closest man to check on the Saiyajin, and he did, timidly with an eye kept on the apparent Demon. "I'm not one for hearing offers from people like you, Demon. Especially after your little escapade at my home." Retasu's soldier checked the pulse of the "gift" and looked back to Retasu, shaking his head. The Scouter was correct in its assessment, the man was dead. Retasu's lips would go tight, motioning the soldier to pick the body up and carry it off with a tilt of his head backwards. "Put him with the rest to be buried. He's still one of us, no matter what side he fights for. Especially since he didn't die directly because of the war." His eyes looked back over towards Mazohn, glaring harshly at him. He took a step forward as the soldier carried off the body, arms crossed tightly over his armored chest. "But since you went out of your way to bring me this gift then... fine. Tell me what the hell it is you want, and do it fast. I'm a bit busy here, as you can see."
The King in the North stood his ground, his tail wavering behind him slowly before coming up to wrap around his armored waist. He'd refer back to his Scouter, which told him this monster boasted an impressive battle power of 3,690 units. He was stronger than when they had first met, but so was Retasu. Though the issue here was that Mazohn, who apparently was a rogue off worlder here was stronger than most of his men in general, save for maybe Tartus, who had since gone missing and hadn't been heard from in months. Hell, the Demon was almost as strong as Totoma, who he also hadn't heard from since their initial meeting that ended in nothing more than hot words being thrown at each other.
There was also no indication of a possible third member joining this little skirmish, one that had arrived in the Southern sector of the planet. Retasu's scouts had picked something up a day or so ago but they were unable to investigate further, being where the structure had landed. Nothing had come of it, so they wrote it off as a possible meteor or space debris and opted not to report it to anyone. The bane of having knuckleheads on your scout force.
Sorry for the delay, was waiting for more people to pop in. How's about we keep going?
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Sept 14, 2017 18:01:50 GMT -5
Mazohn grinned as the soldier tried to conceal his fear of approaching the corpse, "Go ahead and grab him Sayian. I don't bite....often." He confided, waving a tattooed arm in a grand sweeping gesture. This very situation was one of the greatest things about this realm, striking fear into the hearts of inferior beings. Back in the demon realm, you couldn't get someone to show fear if you crushed every one of their limbs and had a ki blast pointed straight at them. But on this planet, many Sayians, even soldiers, were apt to show terror. It was amusing to be sure.
The demon mimed a repentant manner as the Monkey King lectured him on his behavior, "Oh...I'm sorry Retatsu I didn't mean to kill the enemies your soldiers are slaughtering by the hundreds. I'll be more careful in the future!" This manner quickly evaporated as a dark grin graced the demon's face, "But in truth, I don't totally relish the memory of knocking your soldiers around like a couple of crying imps. At least they had more honor then those Southerners." Mazohn spat the last word like an epithet, "They could at least do me the service of fighting for their life, not just retreating!"
The Primate Lord seemed to be be a blunt being, something the demon appreciated. Nothing more annoying then someone who would greet you with fake smiles, then break a knife against your back! "Well since you seem so busy, I'll skip the flattery and get straight to the point," Mazohn said, conjuring a couple slips of paper and throwing them to the wind. "In return for not immediately assaulting my clan when we eventually make our presence known in this realm, I will ally myself with you and accelerate the end of this destructive war." Mazohn offered, gesturing at the war-torn landscape around them, "Interested?" The demon didn't engage in these sort of trades often, preferring to rely on luck and instinct for the most part. But the Sayians might already have an eye on Earth, and they were powerful enough to make the conquest....difficult.
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Sept 20, 2017 22:01:40 GMT -5
Well, now things were getting compicated. Things were quickly progressing to the point that Kiwano couldn't afford to wait on more orders. He'd caught some flak for doing things like this before, but the wiser option here was to try and curb the strength of this possible alliance before it even got started. This was going to get complicated; Kiwano would have to be careful in how he played his hand in this little exchange. He wasn't afraid of a scrap and being sent packing, but he was at least going to make a lasting impression. He continued to keep an eye on what looked to be the negotiations; the second party involved was flailing around some Saiya-jin body like last week's trash, and the King didn't look all too thrilled about it. Kiwano had decided then and there to make his intervention, floating down from the cliff face until his large boots planted against the soil and he began to advance slowly. It was a gutsy move, being surrounded by Saiya-jin and all. However, it was still a move that had to be made nonetheless. It was clear the opposition could smell him coming before they saw him, heads turning in recognition of his faint Durian stench. He kept his head held high as he walked proudly past the flank ranks, his air feigning confidence enough that he'd go down fighting if he had to. He approached with no sense of malice, approaching the pair even as the soldiers around them stared and appeared particularly on edge, what with his NPTO emblem proudly emblazoned into the left pectoral of his armor; not that it was terribly visible. He approached just in time to hear the offer spat out into the open.
"In return for not immediately assaulting my clan when we eventually make our presence known in this realm, I will ally myself with you and accelerate the end of this destructive war."He'd roll his spiky bald head side to side, as if thinking and considering the offer as if it were directed to him. ''Beg yer pardon there. But who's that gonna help?'' He'd point a spike-knuckled digit at the demon. ''In yer folks' grand conquest, what's to stop ya from coming back and causing trouble for the King here when there's no one left to bother?'' He'd stray the digit then at the King. ''And you. Not only considering that, but ain't this a Saiyan feud? You really want some loose-with-the-law mercenary droppin' in to muck up your politics and stack up yer body count? The South ain't even sunk so low to let in off-world blood. You gonna be that guy? All hail the king of contractors? Not too nice a ring to that there, I reckon.''
He was, of course, attempting to speak to his Saiyan pride. He didn't need to let either of them know what his upcoming plans for the South were.
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Post by Retasu on Sept 23, 2017 22:44:07 GMT -5
The Northern King held his ground as Mazohn stood there, spouting off at the mouth and making his offer known the Retasu and whoever else was around to hear it. His arms stayed crossed over his armored chest firmly, a black brow raised up curiously as the Demon went on. Though it seemed that they weren't alone, as when the Demon had finished Retasu had no chance to answer him. Instead, his scouter beeped and picked up a decent power incoming quite closely. The source was a creature he hadn't seen much of in his time, but he knew what it was. Based off the bright colored skin, spike-like structures around his body, and that... "interesting" stench, he was as definitely a Durian. And most of his kind were loyal to one specific group. Retasu's attention stayed on the bright-hued skin of the Durian as he went on as well. Seemed like there was a lot of off worlders sneaking into Daikondu, and he'd have to speak with his scouts and personnel about that. A few soldiers rushed forward to great Kiwano, quite aggressively in fact, but still they remained behind their King who stood firm in his stance, not phased by any of this.
He let Kiwano finish, before deciding to address him first. "Whatever I choose to do for my Kingdom is of no concern of yours. I'll get to you in a second, as your presence here is annoying me more than his." He'd tilt his head in Mazohn's direction before looking back at him with a bit of a glare in his expression. "As for you I will have to kindly decline your offer. And I'm going to give you one chance to get off my battlefield and go on your way. And while you're at it, get the hell off my planet."
His tone was threatening in nature, his black eyes, one covered by that scouter lens, moving back towards Kiwano now. "And that goes double for you. And you can tell your organization if they send anyone else anywhere near my planet it will not end kindly for them. The only reason why I'm not ending your life right now is so you can go back and relay the message." He had figured the Durian was a part of the dreaded NPTO, catching the logo fixed on his armor's chest plate.
Retasu with the threat! Will they stay or leave? What will this turn into? A free for all? 2v1? Or a 1v1? Either way, Retasu awaits!
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Oct 26, 2017 14:22:22 GMT -5
While the would-be mercenary offered no response, Kiwano had to be careful about his next choice of words. He intended to let the King know he was going to be sticking around for quite some time; with the war going on, it was more likely than not that Retasu just couldn't spare the time to hunt down one man. Daikondu was about to become a very chaotic place after all of this. He'd fold his arms, tilting his head slightly and nodding along absent-minded while the King continued on with his threats. The guy had quite a mouth on him, and one day Kiwano was going to enjoy seeing it wired shut. Making a move this soon, however, would have been suicide. He didn't have to tell him where he was going, so that became the default option. He'd already made a threat on Kiwano's life, so that alone made him want to stick around and raise as much hell for this guy's plans as he possibly could. ''Already with the threats, yeh? Fair enough. I notice that you do recognize the emblem i'm carryin'. That means ya know well enough what kind of folks I represent. Ya seem to want me outta here awful quick. What's the matter, boy? Afraid of a few lizards?'' He'd chuckle, keeping his arms folded. This snobby little prick was gonna get exactly what was coming to him. He put his money on the young King feeling threatened. He must have been wondering what N-PTO boots were doing on his soil. As much as Rambutan and Glacier got on his nerves, they did serve a good purpose for now. Gokkano was practically untouchable so long as they chose to station themselves there, which meant people like Kiwano could pretty much pick a planet and chip away at it over time. What with all the Saiya-jin around, Daikondu just so happened to be too good a prize to pass up. ''You sound worried, almost.'' He followed. ''Besides, what do ya think's gonna happen if I go missin'? They'll come a knockin', alright. By the looks of things 'round here, y'all could probably do without any more visitors.''With that, he'd allow his Scouter to finish dialing in a reading on Retasu's battle power and bank it. It was time to start building a file on this guy. Once Kiwano was at a level where he could gain some more information, he'd probably swing through and rough up a few of his boys. For now, however, he would attempt to leave.
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Post by Retasu on Oct 30, 2017 11:33:20 GMT -5
Mazohn +535 SP New Total: 873 SP Kiwano +2,490 SP New Total: 4,852 SP Adding now. Majin Mumbo , hit me up with some gainz.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 6, 2017 20:40:58 GMT -5
The King In The North makes two possible enemies! He earns 1483 SP for the encounter! (And for scaring off the big fat smelly one.) Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Nov 6, 2017 21:47:01 GMT -5
The King In The North makes two possible enemies! He earns 1483 SP for the encounter! (And for scaring off the big fat smelly one.) Retasu Added.
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