Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Nassan]

End

Ivan

Goddamn it Nathan, enter his mind to weaken him, so I could kill him, not the other way around, Ivan cursed as he leaped backwards dodging the arm that crashed down onto the ground. It's fine, I can still do this, Ivan desperately assured himself as he charged forward, spear first. But as he inched closer the demon's head, the demon's maw released a cry as plumes of hell-fire streamed forward. Fuck, Ivan cursed again as the force of the flames pushed him back on to the ground. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ivan cried silently as the demon's feet rose up and fell downwards. Ivan screamed as the gigantic feet stomped onto his physical body and he was pushed further into the ground. Even with the newly found powers he'd just acquired, victory seemed impossible. Ivan found himself almost trembling with fear as the demon lifted his feet once again.

Fuck you Nathan, he spat as he crawled back onto his feet. "Pwoefz ab wydd! I call upon thee!" Ivan cried as a metal chain appeared on his arms. Ivan held the very, both literal and figurative chains of hell. With a thought, he vanished and reappeared only inches away from Agares' nape. As he slung the chains around it's neck, the demonic giant unleashed a roar that could be described as horrifying. Slowly, Ivan felt his father's strength being sapped into the Earth. With each tug and struggle, Agares grew weaker. Agares desperately cried as it tugged once more at the chain before he crashed forward, onto the ground. The beast twitched as Ivan held out his spear in triumph. Ivan spat on the body before he lunged forward, tearing deep into the back of the beast's head. The behemoth unleashed one final cry as it fell limp onto the ground.

Ivan yelled in pain as he felt his vanquished father's power flowed into his being. It felt like every single cell in his body was being torn apart and rearranged themselves to form an entirely new body. Even inch of his physical and spiritual essence flared up in agony. He screamed as he fell onto his knees, no longer in John's body. He clutched the sides of his arms as he begged for the pain to stop, and for a moment, he'd thought the pain would be eternal, and in many ways, it felt like the pain lasted a lifetime before it finally ended.

As the pain slowly dissipated, Ivan rose from his knees. His physical being had been torn apart and rebuilt, almost every inch of his body was covered in bruises and tears, but they begun to heal. The pain had left completely as he stared into the heavens. The expression of agony on his face had vanished, and was now replaced with a smug grin. I'm finally a hell-lord, Ivan muttered silently as he stared at Nathan's unconscious body. With a snap of his fingers he vanished, leaving both John and Nathan in a cloud of ash.

[Nassan]

The Arcane Society-[Strange]

Time and time again, Earth falls peril to otherworldly threats, it's people grow weary and afraid. It was thirty thousand trapped last night, it was fortunate that they'd survived. When it had happened everyone was caught unaware, and the world was held by the throat by a demon. This cannot and will not happen again. Strange declares it. You have been chosen as one of Earth's mystical protectors, I hope this will remain in secrecy. For if the enemy were to know such an alliance is made, they will retaliate with a similar force.

"Now, now, Strange, I'm sure everyone will come.", Doctor Strange sighed as he nodded patronisingly to the grand magician, Zatara. Doctor Strange had decided to form The Arcane Society in an effort to combat otherworldly mystical threats. Too many times Earth's very existence has been held by the throat by some demon or extra-dimensional mystical entity--No more, Strange thought. He'd seen it far too many times, and the night before was the last straw. The Earth needs defending from the realms beyond, and neither he nor anyone else can do it alone.

It seems to be a lost cause, Strange thought as he was about to relent, but just before he could vanish, one by one, they gathered.

John Constantine, Doctor Doom, Daimon Helstrom, Wonder Woman, Venus, Zatara and Doctor Strange, mystics of the greatest calibre gathered in a secret location.

"We have to come to aid the cause. Speak Strange.", Wonder Woman was the first to speak.

"Yes. That is true. I ha--"

"Then why is it you've invited--Him.", Wonder Woman questioned as she slammed her arms onto the table and pointed her blade towards Doom. But before Strange was given the opportunity to respond, Doom threatened, "You will not draw arms against Doom, woman.".

"Now, now, fellas.", Daimon interjected, "Let's first listen to what Strange her', has to say.".

"Thank you Dai--" Strange was saying as he was interrupted yet again, by John Constantine.

"This is about yesterday isn't it?", John questioned frustratingly, "The demon attack."

Strange hesitated before he responded, he knew John's involvement, but he also knew John was most likely manipulated, "Yes John...Yesterday.", Strange confirmed.

"Fine. Then speak.", John said.

"A demon, a son of a hell-lord had been moving around on Earth, scheming, for almost a year before he finally took action. And when he did, he almost took the lives of thirty thousand people.", Strange explained as he paced anxiously back and forth, "And none of us were able to do anything.". Strange paused as he examined the expressions of his guests, all of them seemed to agree with him. "This hasn't been the first time, any of us were caught unaware. We are all the greatest mystics on Earth, if we share the information we've gathered, It would be less likely Earth'd fall into peril.".

"Hence which is why, I, Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, declare this meeting to be the first meeting of The Arcane Society. The Society will work in unison to protect Earth from it's otherworldly mystical threats. Henceforth, Earth mystical boundaries will be our responsibilities.". Doctor Strange smiled as none of his guests protested, all of them even Doctor Doom, knew that a Council like this one was necessary.

The Society members took their seats as they continued to discuss further of Earth's protection.

[Nassan]

Ivan

Ha, little fucks trying to hold some sort of conference, Ivan thought as he peered through a hidden portal, examining each and every member of the newly formed Arcane Society. He knew they were talking about his antics the night before, but he couldn't see or hear any of the details. It must've been warded, he thought as he squinted his eyes and inched his face closer, attempting to see past the thick fog obscuring the view. "Fuck it, I'm heading there myself." He grunted as he vanished.

"Hello pansies!" he greeted as he stepped forward into the room. His face smirking at the sight of Earth's greatest mystics staggering back in shock. "Come on! I even bothered to put on a shirt this time." he teased, but he soon found himself staggering back against the wall behind him as everyone in the room drew arms. Even Ivan understood how powerful these occults are. "Now, now. I came here offer to help." He said smugly, back still against the wall.

"I say we gut him." John suggested. Ivan chuckled in response, "Wow John, I thought there weren't supposed to be any hard feelings!".

"No hard feelings my ass!" John grunted as he he prepared to lunge forward before he was stopped by Doctor Strange, "John." Strange called.

"Let's hear him out." Strange said as he signalled everyone else to return to their seats.

"I agree, let's see what this demon has ta' say." Daimon sneered.

As everyone began to lean back onto their seats, Ivan pushed against the wall and stepped forward, "I am easily the strongest ally you can possibly wish for." he declared, "As John may know, I've recently ascended, and am now within the ranks of the Hell Lords, most of the threats you lil' group of pansies will be facing would be from hell.". Ivan smirked as he noticed Wonder Woman rising for her seat.

"Watch your tounge demon scum!" She commanded. "We have the Son of Satan! We have no need for you." she said as she unsheathed her sword, once again pointing it at Ivan.

"Now, now, lady." Ivan once again backing away from the blade, "I have more to offer." he said as he glanced at Strange. At least he's listening,Ivan thought as he examined Strange's expression.

"Get to the point, Ivan." Strange ordered.

Ivan smirked as his plan began to be set in motion. Although he'd recently became a Hell Lord, the rest of the Hell Lords didn't take Ivan's usurping very kindly. He still needed allies, and he had his own motivation to protect Earth. "Information and protection. If I'm were to be inducted into this Society of yours. I'll promise information, and protection." he paused as he glanced around the room, he continued as he confirmed that he'd managed to capture everyone's attention, "I will provide information of schemes and plots boiling in Hell, and when the time comes, I'm prepared to take Earth's side." Ivan took a step back as he awaited Strange's response.

"Why?" Strange questioned.

Ivan's grin quickly faded and was replaced with a grimace as he struggled to answer Strange. "Earth is a lot more important to me than most might think." Ivan replied solemnly. He grunted and rolled his eyes frustratingly as the others in front of him broke into laughter. Just as he was about to relent and leave, Strange stood from his seat and uttered, "Fine.".

[Nassan]

-

Shimian watched the as the scene unfolded in front of him. Deciding that now would be the ideal moment to take on his true, dragon form, since the room was large enough, he quickly grew in size, as wings emerged from his back and his neck elongated. Before long, the humans were virtually surrounded by the dragon, who only wished to help protect Earth.

The dragon looked at each individual present, surprised Strange allowed the demon to join, as apparently he had been the cause of whatever had happened. The giant, and ancient creature, extended his wings, stretching them. He leaned down next to Strange, whispering in the Sorcerer Supreme's ear.

"Lord Strange," he said quietly, "Do you truly trust this demon? If you wish, I could listen in on his dreams."

Ivan

Ivan's smirk returned as Strange agreed to his terms amid protests among the other members. As Ivan was about to reach for an empty seat, his eyes fell onto a enigmatic figure."Just a quick question.", Ivan wanted to ask who exactly was the the mysterious fella but just as he was about to speak, the figure before him rose and its form changed into that of a magnificent dragon.

What the fuck is this guy? Ivan thought as he glanced around at the dragon's body spiraling around him. He was still struck with awe until he heard the dragon mention "Listen in on his dreams". Ivan staggered backwards and his body instinctively lit up in hell-fire. "Don't you fucking dare." Ivan grunted before directing his attention back to Strange, "If you have him peeking into my dreams. I swear I'll kill him.", he threatened as he snarled towards the dragon.

[Nassan]

Part 0

Nathan

Fucking Ivan, Nathan silently cursed as he grudgingly dragged himself against a rock and dug his cellphone out of his pocket. Nathan sighed as he dialled Nicholas' number, impatiently tapping his fingers on the floor untill Nicholas' finally picks up the phone. "Hey." Nathan greeted.

"Where are you?" Nicholas shouted through the phone. Nathan couldn't resist smiling when he heard Nicholas voice. His night had went terribly, and he was just glad he still had Nicholas. No more lying, Nathan reminded himself as he began to explain the night's events to Nicholas.

"So you're fine now, right?", Nicholas asked. Nathan rolled his eyes on instinct as he replied, "Yeah. So can you pick me up or not?".

"Sure, just send me your coordinates and I'll be right there.", Nicholas quickly responded before he hung up. Nathan closed his eyes and laid himself onto the ground. Just a little rest, he pleaded with himself, just a little.

[Nassan]

"Already violence has broken out... how uncivilized." A voice spoke suddenly, supremely confident and just a bit amused. Grixia stepped out of the shadows, as if she had always been there. In reality, she had been there for only a short time, having teleported in after finding out about this gathering. As for how she did do that, it was relatively simple. She made a habit of having raised spirits follow the more mystically related beings on this earth. After all, intelligence was always invaluable to someone like her, as well as greatly amusing. She did have interests in this world, so coming here only made sense.

"A gathering of all the greatest mages in all the land, and you didn't invite me?" She put on a face of mock offense. "I'm offended, I really am, especially as some of us have met more than once..." Her interests did tend to have her come into conflict with people like Strange or Zatara every so often, but she made a habit of being very hard to get ahold of. Of course she often prodded some of the council just for fun, which might be somewhat unwise considering some of the members but Grixia was always a fan of a little risk.

Shimian smirked as the demon snarled.

"Many have tried," he said in a deep, booming voice, "The closest to death I have come was being captured inside the mystical Dino Gems. Besides, it is difficult for me not to listen in on dreams, as it is sleep that feeds me."

He was testing the man, and was about to push further when someone else stepped out of the shadows. The dragon listened and slowly returned to his more human-like appearance as the woman talked. She was lovely of face, in his opinion anyway, and he could feel the strength of magic on her. Shimian decided to hold his tongue, and see how this played out.

The Arcane Society-Strange

"There will be no killing or conflict of any sorts happening here today." Strange's demand bellowed through the room. His figure, exuding a mystical blue aura as he rose from his seat, silently threatening anyone who'd disobey him. Some sort of dream beast, a hell-lord and an inter-dimension witch, he sighed as he'd realized how things have gotten out of control. "Enough.", he declared as he slammed both his hands onto the long table in front of him.

"Grixia." he greeted, acknowledging her presence. "I'm sure, you've somehow heard whatever we've spoken about. Join us—If you wish to." he relented, Its best to have her on our side than not, he convinced himself. "Same to you two." Strange said as he signalled to the trio to take a seat.

[Nassan]

Part 0

Nathan

Fucking Ivan, Nathan silently cursed as he grudgingly dragged himself against a rock and dug his cellphone out of his pocket. Nathan sighed as he dialled Nicholas' number, impatiently tapping his fingers on the floor untill Nicholas' finally picks up the phone. "Hey." Nathan greeted.

"Where are you?" Nicholas shouted through the phone. Nathan couldn't resist smiling when he heard Nicholas voice. His night had went terribly, and he was just glad he still had Nicholas. No more lying, Nathan reminded himself as he began to explain the night's events to Nicholas.

"So you're fine now, right?", Nicholas asked. Nathan rolled his eyes on instinct as he replied, "Yeah. So can you pick me up or not?".

"Sure, just send me your coordinates and I'll be right there.", Nicholas quickly responded before he hung up. Nathan closed his eyes and laid himself onto the ground. Just a little rest, he pleaded with himself, just a little.

Part 0.5

Nathan

He's here again. Nathan rose from the ground as he pushed himself up. His eyes fluttering from one direction to the other. He found entrapped in darkness, surrounded only with glowing red words. He started to stumble backwards when he heard mumblings in the distance. He hugged his arms as he stared ahead, perplexed. It's a chant, Nathan realized. His eyes squinting as he struggled to understand the distant mumbling. Slowly creeping forward as he focused on the soft chanting. "Only you can stop them all." Nathan finally understood. But as he got closer, the chantings increased in volume and intensity. "Only you can stop them all. Only you can stop them all. Only you can stop them all...", as Nathan finally saw the figure chanting, he fell onto his knees, clutching his ears, what had just been soft chanting had pretty much turned into a shrilling screech, the words barely even understandable.

"Stop! Stop!" Nathan begged as he fell completely flat on to the floor, flinching each time the figure repeats itself. The chanting felt everlasting. Nathan forced his head up as he glanced at the silhouette, his scream blended into the screeching chants as he looked upon the figure's face.

[Nassan]

The Arcane Society-Strange

"There will be no killing or conflict of any sorts happening here today." Strange's demand bellowed through the room. His figure, exuding a mystical blue aura as he rose from his seat, silently threatening anyone who'd disobey him. Some sort of dream beast, a hell-lord and an inter-dimension witch, he sighed as he'd realized how things have gotten out of control. "Enough.", he declared as he slammed both his hands onto the long table in front of him.

"Grixia." he greeted, acknowledging her presence. "I'm sure, you've somehow heard whatever we've spoken about. Join us—If you wish to." he relented, Its best to have her on our side than not, he convinced himself. "Same to you two." Strange said as he signalled to the trio to take a seat.

Shimian, already in his human form, nodded, bowing slightly, and sat down, acknowledging that he wished to join them. He looked at each member here, trying to make some sort of mental note about them so he would remember them later. A few moments later he was going over the notes he had taken. Unfortunately, only a few stood out. With time Shimian assumed he would come to know all of them.

The Arcane Society- Strange

Strange meticulously examined his new would-be allies as the proceeded to take their seats. He observed them, reminding that he'd have to deal with them with caution. He knew that each of them must have had their own self-serving intentions but he also understood that their help would be integral in the forth-coming ordeals. Their world has been plagued with countless mystical invasions, and this plague will continue if they remain divided.

With this determination in mind, he rose and declared, "May our otherworldly foes understand that from today henceforth, Earth will be under our protection and that if any of them step a toe out of line, they will be met with a force greater than they can ever imagine.". He extended his arms as he called, " Zatara, John, Doom, Daimon, Diana, Zatara, Grixia, Ivan and Shi-Mian. From today henceforth, all of you are given the responsibility as Earth's Defenders."

Strange glanced quickly at his new members, his eyes squinting as it landed on Ivan. Ivan's expression was strangely sincere, Strange made a mental note to dig further before he finally looked away and declared, "This marks the end of The Arcane's Society's first meeting. I implore that everyone takes an active role in Earth's protection.", Strange leaned back onto his seat as he waited for his fellow members to leave.

[Neo-Retaliate]

Hybridia
Vladivostok, Russian Federation

It is a snowy night, Naya is sitting in a cafe, ordering for some drink. This was a quiet night, a very quiet night, only a few people walking down the streets. Something is not right.

Suddenly, the question answered, 1 block away some one eyed monster are wrecking havok to the city. Naya know these monsters, her father told her that when her mother was killed, these monster are the one that defeat her father. She remember the boss of this creatures, something with the name Dor Ma Mu, if not false.

However there is only 3 Monsters in this attack, and Dormammu presence are nowhere to be found. But they are enough to cause a lot of panic.

A hero need to stop them, and Naya are the only hero there, Hybridia armor are flying from the sky, and wrapping Naya's body, showing what we know as the hero Hybridia.

Hybridia charges to one monster, the monster was caught off guard and was brought down by a close range plasma beam, another one suddenly shot laser eye to Hybridia. Hybridia use her gravity power to deflect the monster attack, reversing it into the third monster, knocking it down.

It's now one on one, Hybridia use her plasma beam on the monster but deflected by its laser ray. She then use her gravity power to restrain the monster, it was successful but the monster also land a laser on Hybridia, Hybridia was knocked down for some second but she eventually stand back andand knocked out that monster by drop a great rock on it.

Mindless One, that was the name of the monsters, but something was still strange. Mindless One was a mindless creature, and they must be controlled by someone to came to the earth, but no one was seen on this place, there is no dormammu nor mephisto around.

Some people came to Hybridia and cheer her name. Even before this Hybridia is already famous in this place, she have stopped a lot of villains in this place, from HYDRA, Atlanteans, and even Vampires. But Mindless One in this place is a new thing. Hybridia have fight Mindless Ones before, in USA, England, and France, but never Russia.

Well it is a later problem, Hybridia then fly away from the location and get back to her base. Other part if the city are actually calm, no thug around. Night is going darker and Naya already in her tower preparing to rest.

[New Neros]

Maxwell Morningstar
Kingdom of Ur, North Atlantic Ocean

A throne fit for a king lay unfilled in a simplistic, yet almost impossibly large domed complex that constituted the royal court of Ur. It's vast walls were made of materials invented by the very man who was to sit on said throne, cheap and durable, able to resist a myriad of forces and attacks while appearing like glowing marble. Why did the King of Ur refuse to take his seat, one he himself has had built? The simple answer was that it was indeed fit for a King, but not fit for God.

Maxwell saw himself as the pinnacle, the end all, the highest possible expression of intelligent life on Earth. No, he was not a God, he saw himself as God, in whatever sense that made. It was not based on the Christian, the Gods of Olympus, monotheism, polytheism, nothing except one thing: Power. While many around the world possessed unreal amounts of power and abilities that would make any man quake in his boots, Mad Max did not only believe that he was the strongest, he knew. Where was God as the world held their breaths as aliens descended from the skies themselves? Deep underground, studying, watching. He'd become involved later, but this was only a time to investigate.

The amount of time he spent in this underground complex, Max should have made this his throne room. Surrounded by electronics, computers, screens, and the like, Mad Max patiently waited on a metallic swivel chair, feeding grapes to himself. Oh yes, he's been watching these ships since they made it past the orbit of Neptune, observing, calculating, thinking. Everything he could do as he awaited these alien invaders. Earth had enough heros protecting her - these two would be made into mince meat after too long. Especially with the certain ones Max himself had been following, being of notable power.

"Hm?" Max said, watching the screen, the video showing it as if he had camera crews surrounding the entire battlefield. It was almost like that, small nanites or something along those lines. It helps to calculate where your aliens will land so you can have their faces on video as soon as they step onto Earth. However, Max's surprise came at the first responder to the invaders. "It seems like Ponyboy has made it to them first." He commented, pleased with reference to Golden Guardian, Alexander himself. Max took a sip from a wine glass, containing only water within it. In a small move, he pressed a button on his armrest, bringing up several news outlets.

He could watch and focus on them all at once with ease. Vague details, nothing more. Just that some aliens are on Earth. "Fools. Can they only parrot what they hear? Be saved, then, from ignorance by the might of Maxwell." The man uttered, firmly pressing another button on his arm rest. It took maybe a few seconds at most, as the news crews quickly began to air live amateur footage of the event as it was happening. The same video feed Maxwell had been watching previously, now plastered all over the globe. "Perhaps this will make it more interesting. The media, dickweeds the lot of them, have fallen into yet another trap of my own. As you air my footage from my live feed, watch as I secure your channels and frequencies from your very noses. A good-to-have for a later event, I'm sure."

Maxwell began to make motions as if he were getting up from his seat, rising slowly and lazily. "What must be done, though, is propaganda. None may ask 'Where was Maxwell when we needed him?', for they shall only need me for a brief moment. Behold, World, as I woo you with my faux-pas and pass myself off as your savior. For the only world that can be saved," He said, appearing at a large circle device, a teleporter of some sort, "Is Maxworld."

[New Neros]

-snip

Maxwell seemed to phase onto the destroyed area of East City. He was located off to the side of the two Saiyans. He paid no mind to Golden Guardian, Max had no use for allies in this situation, and the man felt that someone like Alex could hold his own even against these monkey's. He made a slow and deliberate approach, ignoring whatever was developing between the larger Saiyan and Ponyboy, Mad Max's eyes trained solely on the leader of this operation.

"You there." He commanded, crossing his arms in front of him, Max's armor gleaming a dull gray. "You are trespassing on Terran soil, and I expect you to leave." He said with authority, knowing the various codes that governed the galaxy and planets like Earth, but already assuming the Saiyans were employed by the Planet Trade - or here on personal business. "Yet, I know that you will not." He continued, tilting his head at Okarot, sizing him up, looking him up and down.

"Tell me, then, what do you plan to do with the Dragon Balls?"

[New Neros]

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Feeling a familiar presence based on its energy signature, Mad Max cut his eyes away from the Saiyan for a brief moment, but trailed them back as he waited for a reply from Okarot. "It seems like the Prince has arrived, sticking his nose in business that is not his own. Max thought, following him with his energy given off. "We will not have a repeat of past transgressions against me." He further declared mentally.

With that, Mad Max focused on two potential opponents at once.

[New Neros]

This is a space where I'll talk about how much I hate Rob. You will never be good at guitars, you will never be at a healthy weight, you will never move out of your mom's basement, you will never have a girlfriend. I hate roleplaying with you because every time you get upset you have an asthma attack.

/s

This is where I reply to Rob.

This is a space where I'll talk about how much I hate Rob. You will never be good at guitars, you will never be at a healthy weight, you will never move out of your mom's basement, you will never have a girlfriend. I hate roleplaying with you because every time you get upset you have an asthma attack.

/s

This is the space where I respond to Neros. I'm better than you at guitar, I am happy at my weight (might a sense some insecurity?), says the guy still living with his mom and who owns a bunch of strangely realistic animal masks, and even if that were true I wouldn't care. And I haven't had an asthma attack since I was 9.

• You marginally better at the easiest instrument to play. That's the same as being just a bit faster than a gimp at the special olympics.
• The only thing I'm insecure about is my dick length because it might hurt someone. I can't be doing anal and bruising her esophagus.
• I'm 18 and still living at home - with an room lined up to move into in the next 6 months because leases. My masks are better than yours.
• Asthma is a form of autism, congratulations, Neros is mildly amused at your retardation.

/s

[New Neros]

Maxwell Morningstar

The mighty King returned to his lonesome kingdom, Ur, with hardly a thought at the Saiyan's arrival. Their petty fighting was below him, suitable for chimpanzee in the Congo in establishing dominance. Max needed no such display - his power was absolute to begin with. No matter, Mad Max found his way onto a seemingly random platform, the floor descending and hiding itself from view as a ceiling emerged to cover the elevator above him. It was a rapid descent as Mad Max plummeted miles below the surface in a matter of mere seconds. There was hardly even a sound as he encased himself deep below the surface of the planet, enveloping the Mad King of Ur into the massive fortress that lay far below the very Atlantic Ocean. This fortress extended hundreds of miles in all directions, and even further in depth. It was his own private docile, and a means to defend Ur from any imaginable threat.

He quickly appeared at a special room he had designed, passing through an invisible barrier that barred any but him from entering based on an energy signature. One quick look around, and one could see the myriad of strange artefacts, trinkets, and things neatly arranged on shelves and pedestals with further force-fields over them. A strange hint of magic emanated from the place, almost in an eerie sense. Before a blackened cloth draped over one pedestal, however, is where Mad Max stopped in his tracks, looking down at the covering briefly while placing his hand on it. Pulling it off in one swift motion, the Mad King bathed the dim room in brilliant orange light - the very electromagnetic pulse given off by the Dragon Balls allowing them to be detected through radars lighting up the room. However, this far below ground and seawater, detection was almost impossible.

Seven in all, perfectly round and lightly adorned with stars of somesort. Maxwell picked one up at random and examined it, four stars appearing on it. It held it close to his face and above himself, looking deep into the balls itself as he felt the mystical, almost alien properties within them. Wait...alien. Maxwell gripped the orb harder, narrowing his eyes. He set the orb back in it's place and threw the cloth over them. He then threw his own cloak behind him as he stormed out of the room, feeling the greater reaches of space as he searched for energies similar to the Dragon Balls.

As he marched down the halls, he stopped suddenly, as if struck by lightning. "There." He said to himself, noting the very planet he would go to next to uncover the secrets of these Dragon Balls - and why these Saiyans were trying to make their own wish. Coming upon the swivel chair he was sitting in when he watched the Saiyans invade, he plopped down, typing furiously as he prepared to make yet another abrupt departure. A message pinged, Max bringing up quickly. It was a letter from the United Nations, causing Mad Max to sigh audibly. "I don't have time for this pussy shit." He said, dismissing it for now. He had some time, but at the end, the UN demanded he speak before the Security Council on whatever mundane matter he had concerned himself with in now.

However, Max's work went far beyond the United Nations, at least in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, sliding forward a bit and gripping the armrests. "Do not miss me in my absence, Earth, as this world needs my attention for only but a fleeting moment." He said to himself, staring at a green, luscious planet on his screen, Coordinates 9045XY, someways from Earth, but realistically reachable with the technology at Max's disposal. He'd go alone, finding whatever he possibly could. He could ask the Dragon within the balls themselves, but he needed no aid - especially when he could just do it himself anyways.

[New Neros]

-snip

A violation of Ur's airspace would not go unheeded, yet would not be met with retaliatory force immediately - it would be monitored. It seemed like Max's favorite spot was that high-tech chair of his, allowing him to control the vast super computers before him, and other things he'd be reluctant to immediately admit. What he kept track of was anyones' guess, as hundreds of windows would open and close in an instant as the King of Ur's hypermind conducted research and simply thought - it was relaxing to him. It was here were Maxwell had first gotten the reports and quietly tracked them, watching every move of this intruder.

"Prince Gediminid, you grace us with your presence." He said to himself, his armor seeming to dissipate into thin air, Max now sitting on his chair nude. "Yet how rude, a royal such as yourself unable to so much as knock." Maxwell rose from his seat and began to walk the halls of his fortress complex, a small display visible to his own eye, keeping track of where Augustin was exactly. It seems like this was his first time in here - a security measure Mad Max will correct later - and that he didn't know where Max was.

As he walked, nude, down the halls so far below the ground, his workers and technicians hardly batted an eye. It was much the case of the Emperor's New Clothes - no one dare question Mighty Max. Finally, the Mad King found a wall that caught his attention. Just beyond, separated by a foot of concrete, was the intruder - White Prince. In the most badass way possible, Mad Max channeled his vast reserves of energy and spun on his heel, going from a normal walking position directly into a punching one at the drop of a hat, as he collided against the reinforced concrete wall, tearing through it and sending rocks and shrapnel all over the other side, bringing Mad Max face to face with the rat himself.

"They have better be a good reason why you are here, Augustin." He bellowed, his birthday suit unscathed by the rock bath, a visibly angry look in his eye, and a body posture that foretold that he was ready to fight at any moment. "Now, speak before you cannot."

[New Neros]

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Mad Max looked down upon the White Prince, ignoring the petty insults and listening to the information he was receiving. All of which Max already knew, but still had trouble understanding why exactly he had been followed. No matter, Augustin was not his prime enemy, yet anyways. "If you must know, Prince Gediminid, I removed my armor so that you wouldn't detect it's metal component and single me out ahead of time. Besides," He said, the armor seeming to emerge from his skin as if something floating on water comes to the surface, "I can keep it with me at all times. Matters likes to behave...strangely when given energy, no?"

Once he was fully decent once more, he crossed his arms in defiance of the White Prince. "Came here? I live here." He said with confidence, but narrowed his eyes. The White Prince was someone he could not pull the wool over, and in truth, he would find out sooner or later. "Regardless of that fact, follow me." He ordered, leaving the destroyed wall where it was and walking down a hallway. "I'm surprised you know of the Dragon Balls. Make no pun about them and my prior nudity, either, or I shall keep you as a political prisoner. Anyways, the Saiyans have indeed come here looking for them as it grants a single, almost undeniable wish. However, why do you think they haven't found them yet?" He asked, as he walked and talked.

Knowing Augustin had figured it out anyways, he revealed the answer, "Because I have them."

[New Neros]

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"I see, then that is a very interesting assumption." Max said in reply to the fortress comment, revealing just how much the White Prince knows of Mad Max. "Regardless, I have found out much from the orbs in their time under my protection. They can only grant a single wish before scattering across the globe, there is a time limit between wishes, a secret phase must be started to summon the being who grants the wish, who unsurprisingly, is a dragon."

"Beyond that, they are actually an alien artefact instead of from Earth, the magical energies all kinds of strange and foreign. I scanned our immediate cosmic neighborhood for an energy source that matched it, and found it quickly." Standing before a large computer, Max typed a few numbers in and brought up the planet's profile for him and Augustin to view. "Namek. Fairly close with hyperspace travel, commit these coordinates to memory." He stated, pointing at a small box that contained some numbers and letters. "I will be heading there shortly to find the origin of these objects. My ship will only carry me, so you must find your own ride."

Max smiled, "Bring whoever you wish, as I have ample reason to believe that gaining such knowledge will not be easy for the likes of you. We will not be alone in our quest in Namek, just as the Saiyans came here. If there is nothing else you need from me, I'd kindly ask you to leave my fortress, and please, try knocking next time." He said before zoning out into his computer once and for all.

[New Neros]

Maxwell Morningstar

The Mad King sat back on his throne of technological might, studying everything he could about Namek from so far away. His ship was almost ready, the most time consuming process being to load up his instruments and mobile laboratory and workbench. The trip itself would be instant, like a jump across a puddle known as time and space, but waste tons of energy. Once his ship arrived, it would need time to be able to gain enough charge to return to Earth. He'd overcome that technological hurdle soon anyways, all things seemed to be set as he rose from his metallic chair, yet sensed a person watching him from afar.

Peeking behind the corner of his computer room was a girl, young, but shy and scared looking. Max caught sight of her, making the girl stiffen up, squeaking as she spoke. "M-Maxwell, Prince Gediminid has left." She said, shifting on her feet and avoiding eye contact with Max. The man stood in front of her, casting down a look at her as she fidgeted under the pressure of his gaze. She looked up once with her big, silvery eyes and immediately flashed them down once more, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I know." He replied, causing the girl to tightly grab onto her own arm and chew on her bottom lip. "Val, is there something you want to ask me?" He quizzed, knowing the ins and outs of this girls' personality, reading her like a book. She seemed to struggle to find the words to say, opening her mouth at one point, but struggling to get even a word out. Maxwell sighed, slowly, gently placing a hand on her head. Val tightened up, but relaxed almost immediately after. "You wanted to ask if you can come with me to Namek, right?" She grabbed onto his massive hand with both of her little ones, nodding furiously, hating to be away from Maxwell. "Alright then. Go get your things ready, we'll be leaving soon."

She smiled up at the goliath of a man, positively beaming with happiness. She looked side to side for a moment, a devilish smirk on her face. She quickly threw her arms around Max, unable to fully embrace him, and even surprising the King as she did so. Val tore herself away and scampered off, trying to get ready in time. Her story was not one for the faint of heart, and it would take many more years before she could ever be considered 'normal', but even then, nothing will ever be the same. All that mattered to her now is that she was safe. Mad Max turned from the adorable scene and returned to his computer, standing and pressing numbers, resuming his prior activity.

[New Neros]

Maxwell Morningstar

The Mad King found himself standing above a sleek, modern space ship within his underground hangar. A product of his own design, the vessel would make the trip to Namek in record time, and as of a few minutes prior, it was well-equipped with all things Max needed in case of an extended stay. Quickly, rushing out of fear of being late, Val wobbled her way into the room as well, packed bags in hand, each heavy as can be. Maxwell sighed, snatching one of the bags from her hand and effortlessly lifting it while Valerie still shook at her knees. "You can control just how light and how heavy these bags are." Maxwell said, reminding the girl of her powers. She blushed slightly, using her powers to ease her burden a bit.

"Yet," He continued, "There is profound strength in having power, yet choosing not to use it to accomplish your goals." He said, letting her smile happily. In his mind, though, Max thought more on the words, and found that there is strength in doing that, yet there is intelligence in using all powers at your disposal to achieve your wants and desires. "Load your things in the cargo bay, we will be off soon. Namek awaits." He finished, turning instead to a trusted advisor of somesort, informing him of the things Max requested to be done in his absence - a notable one being the termination of all ventilation shafts and the employment of re-breathers and circulating air pumps. The White Prince had some use after all - in identifying weak points in the fortress.

Val finished loading her things as Max watched on, his arms folded tightly as he gazed. Val noticed the stare with a blush, looking around herself to see if Maxwell was staring at someone or something else. Nope - only her. She sheepishly approached and stood next to Max, breaking his line of sight with here. Their size difference was enormous, but the giant seemed to be gentle, placing an arm around Val. She tightened up, but then relaxed at the gesture. "It's time to go. We are to observe in secrecy and found out all we can about the Dragon Balls. Ours will safely remain in the fortress until such a time that we need them, but for now, I need to know how they are made."

He narrowed his eyes, as if he were looking far off in the distance, knowing that such power on Namek was not native, and had the potential to actually be a problem. "And I need to know who Frieza is." He said quietly, the two of them climbing into their ship and preparing all systems for a trans-atmospheric launch. As soon as the all-clear as given, the ship lunged forward for a brief moment, it's electromagnetic rail system shooting them out of the underground cavern some miles below the surface directly into the upper atmosphere. A few switches flipped and buttons pressed by Maxwell caused the space ship to stretch out, much like a piece of gum. As soon as it started, it ended, and the space vessel was far, far from Earth, yet also some ways from Namek. Maxwell was ensuring he did not overshoot the planet and slam into it with his cosmic string jump, so had to settle for his own engines to move him the rest of the way to the green planet.

[New Neros]

Mad Max Morningstar

It would be some time until the Mad King and his pseudo-consort reached Namek, perhaps intentionally, as Max was fond of training and warming up by himself, not against opponents, strange as it was. He sat crossed-legged, floating in mid-air, in a very stereotypical mediation pose, his eyes closed as he drained all thoughts from his mind and found peace. In such a state, the willpower of a man can influence and change his own body - from simply opening up blood vessels for more blood flow all the way to smash boulders apart and beyond. With a willpower as strong as Max's, though, it wasn't too hard of a leap to assume he could do much, much more than those petty things. It was akin to training under intense gravity, which was something he did add into his regimen at times, but the simple aspect of feeling inner peace did so much more for a fighting spirit than brutal hours of training.

Slowly, he thought through his issues, why this piece of technology failed to work, what would he find on Namek, what should be done about the White Prince, how Val was doing, and a myriad of other topics, finding one and dwelling on it for a few moments, his clear brain easily able to decipher the complex problems and plan accordingly, his thoughts stretching past his current situation and into the future - where hypotheticals come up and he prepares for even them. He began to come down from his euphoric cloud and back into reality, his training session complete. To Mad Max, training and conditioning was all about working your mind - one could lift heavy weights for twice his lifetime and still never attain the muscular control and hypertrophy Maxwell possessed. The simple fact of the matter was, he hardly even needed his Energy Absorption with the amount of raw intellectual and physical strength he possessed - to him, it was a nice-to-have, a tool, something to be exploited for his own ends. His brain was among the best on Earth, among both amateur and big-name heroes alike, but still, why was he so distraught over what awaited him at Namek?

Lightly touching the ground, Max's eyes flew open as he examined his surroundings, slowly rising as well. The exercise room was incredibly small - he did not require much and neither did Val, so more room was placed for engines, fuel, and necessities instead. Walking back to the bridge, a cloth was all that he covered himself in as he plopped down in his large chair, a virtual clone of the one he had in back on Ur, with Val looking up for a moment from some book she was reading and seeing the scene, before blushing and continuing to read. Mad Max resumed his favorite, nerdy past time of gaining more and more knowledge about every mundane subject known to man, the green planet approaching ever so closer with each passing moment.

[New Neros]

Mad Max Morningstar

The ship remained in a high orbit around the planet, Mad Max standing beside a massive window and observing the lush green world below. His massive frame and armor made him seem incredibly imposing, like a conqueror coming to devour this world for his own selfish benefit. However, the treasure Max wished to conquest was knowledge, and discovering the origin of the Dragon Balls would pave the way to future exploits in magic, a passion Maxwell tends to keep to himself. The Mad King narrowed his eyes at the world, sensing the vibrant powers and energies throughout, but ignoring them for the mean time. If he could, he'd like to gather the Dragon Balls here as he did on Earth to ensure they were not in another's hands but his own. Even just a single ball would suffice in that regard.

"Interesting." He said to himself quietly, Valerie appearing at his side and looking up at the man as he spoke to himself. "Some of the balls are already gathered up. Seems like our main rival is ahead of us. However, we have something he doesn't, and that's my ability to feel the energy of the orbs themselves. A larger pulse of electromagnetism than on Earth - perhaps they are bigger over here as well." Maxwell placed both of his arms at his side regardless, turning quickly and sending his cloak flying behind him. "No matter - we will begin our descent onto the planet now."

"Max?" Val said in her quiet, mousy voice.

"Yes, Val?" Maxwell answered, genuine concern in his tone.

"What do you want me to do down there?" She said, nervously looking back at the green planet.

"Stay by my side. Be my eyes and ears. See things that I can't see. If we come into trouble, I can-"

"I want to fight." She said, almost demanding, surprising Max as she interrupted him. He smirked all the same, though, feeling like Val is beginning to come out of her shell even more, that maybe she won't need her other persona just yet. "I'll fight - for you." She said, a serious look on her face, flashing a look to Max who nodded once in agreement.

"Then let's hope trouble finds us."

[New Neros]

Augustin Gediminid/White Prince

"Is everyone aboard?" Augustin asked, then started counting the heads. It looked like everyone was here. The last people had just entered, it was time to leave. The Prince was the last one to enter LSS Imperia as the doors closed. The time was near. Not many men travel beyond their planet, and now was a new step in the history of their travels. We are going to Namek. The command center started the always dramatic countdown.

"10...9...8...7..."

Augustin walked up to one of the main containers, opened it, and his newly upgraded armor moved out like an army of spiders, cloaking him and consolidating. He was ready for departure.

"3...2...1... Thrusters on."

The gravity escape engine, mainly oxygen-fueled standard drives, used by most space organizations, turned on and emitted a large trail of burning gas from the bottom, burning through the fuel in the tanks. The main hatch opened, and LSS Imperia flew off up at over 30 thousand kilometers per hour, looking like a giant flying donut. However, the people inside could only barely feel the thrust, thanks to advanced amortizators to cushion the impact. The ship continued moving at such great speeds until it went out of Earth's gravitational field and now could move much more freely. The main thrusters were turned off and the secondary ones were ignited, who will carry the ship to about 50,000 kilometers above Earth's surface. It will take a decent half-hour to reach it.

Augustin walked to his portable laboratory. The main projects were finished. Armor upgrades, weakness serum, scouter modification. And also his more specialized one, like his home project. Even his closest friends and subordinates did not know about it - all he needed for it was Namek.

Meanwhile, the ship gradually slowed down, until it reached about 45,000 kilometers above the surface. The stage was set. Also, before you start thinking, we are not weightless here - artificial gravity, baby! During this time, 10 negative energy rays from 10 sides of the inner circle fired to the center, each one constructively interfering and moving to the front. This much exotic matter in one place almost instantly warped space-time to the point of creating an inter-spatial portal between Earth and Namek. A wormhole. The spaceship, LSS Imperia, moved into it, and after a few seconds of weird colors that looked like they were being taken from an LSD trip, voila - all Namek. It was directly above their heads, as the ship was to the side.

All the pilots and scientists happily celebrated. They did it! They created a traversable wormhole! Space-time and reality warping will soon be in humanity's hands now! A few bottles of champagne were opened and shared between the crew. The people who will land on Namek also were offered a glass.

"Prince Augustin, we have detected an another ship at the orbit of Namek!" one of the more sober scientists suddenly informed the Prince. Everyone stopped celebrating and looked at the radars. Indeed, he was true. And the ship was very close by, just a few thousand kilometers to the left. What should we do? Well, now we know Namek has intelligent life. Unless it is a foreign spaceship.

"Let me speak to the pilot." Augustin walked up to the radio transmittor, sending a message to the other ship. "Dear pilot, I hope you can speak English. I am Prince Augustin of House Gediminid, and I represent a group of intelligent species from Earth who have arrived on this planet. We come in peace. Although that saying doesn't really mean much nowadays."

"Now then." After finishing speaking, the Prince turned to the people who are going to Namek. Nathan's crew, Claudia, Lisa, the Saiyan hybrids, Noreen... "There is a number of landing pods just a bit to the right. Take one of the hanging spacesuits and put them on, then sit in the pod, close the door, obviously, and press the red button to go to Namek. Why do we need a spacesuit? Just in case the planet's atmosphere is toxic or non-existant." Meanwhile, he was waiting for a reply from the other ship. He didn't even put on a spacesuit - the armor can function as one.

Mad Max

The Mad King was finishing some last minute checks on the planet - ensuring it was breathable and capable of human life. Perhaps it would make a nice colony world someday, but the man was alerted to a detection of foreign strange matter - the tale-tell sign of a warp drive. He chose to wait until it made contact, which it did after just a short while. He sighed, shaking his head at the message of the White Prince.

He replied with simplicity. "I speak excellent English, Augustin. It's Maxwell Morningstar. King of Ur, all that, and out of all of the intelligent life on Earth, I would be in command. I'm sending the biosphere statistics for Namek - it's habitable and breathable."

"...And, we'll have company on the surface." He finished, implying the presence of alien life, as well as hostile life.

[New Neros]

Mad Max Morningstar

Tossing a small metallic device to Val, Mad Max began to explain it's purpose to the curious girl. "We will be teleporting down to the surface, these are our way to come back to the ship. It'll stick to your skin or clothes, and when it's removed, it will instantly transport you back here." Maxwell said, affixing the device to his armor, it integrating with it instantly. He looked at Val, who wore her white robe-like outfit with her hood down and revealing her face. She too placed the transporter on herself, more toward her belly than the center of her chest like Max.

She smiled at the Mad King, cute and excited at the same time. "I'm ready!" Max returned her smile and nodded, stepping on a circular platform and was joined by Val at his side, who playfully tapped him with her hip, grinning a bit. He was glad - this mission was bringing out her best, and even now, he saw her as a regular companion...and not only that, but something more. Regardless of his feelings at the moment, he activated the teleporter, sending the duo to the surface in a beam of glowing light.

Arriving on the surface, away from the others, Max scanned his surroundings with his eyes, feeling the energies of the planet as well, locating his, for lack of a better term, "allies" and whoever else whose energy did not match this planet's natural one. "I have located the Dragon Balls - one is close, but it's interesting, some are moving and some are gathered together. Perhaps Frieza has gotten to them first. No matter, so long as I possess one, no one else can use their power."

[New Neros]

The same being spoke once more and for most individuals in the vicinity they wouldn't even be aware that anything had happened. Some however would feel a momentary tug within their mind as the surface of their memories was read. Th e being heading towards Mad Max quickly reached him. Upon doing so it floated above him, motionless as though waiting for a cue to react in some way.

Mad Max jerked his head toward the horizon violently, sensing the tearing open of a section of space-time as another group arrived at Namek. Not in ships, as far as he could tell, but simply beings themselves. He knew nothing of them beyond what he could gather from their energy, which was so similar it was like it came from a single person instead of three. Slowly, he moved his eyes from the spot and began to fly with Val toward the location of the Dragon Ball. In the back of his mind, he followed the new arrivals, unsure of their true origin or purpose, and whether they represented allies of Frieza, to himself, or their own agenda. He assumed the latter when he felt an intrusion upon his mind - but little did these beings know, the brain of Mad Max was not iron-clad, but adamantium-clad. He looked over to Val, noticing the girl holding her eyes closed and shaking her head side to side.

Mad Max stopped his flight suddenly, wind rushing past him due to the break-neck halt. Eyes staring straight ahead, his face became serious and deadly. Val quickly noticed Max was not by her side and slowed down as well, gasping as she turned to look behind her. Not only did she see Max...but another person as well. She held her hand over her mouth as her heart pounded, a sense of both fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She did not feel what Mad Max was feeling, though, since he knew far more about this potential adversary than she ever could. The being had no true energy signature, yet Mad Max could feel the energy flowing in two directions, one into himself, and the other into this being. Another energy absorber.

"You could have picked a better opponent if you wish to fight me. The reason being that I know my power better than any other, all of it's faults and weaknesses, not just the ones inherent to myself, either. Perhaps you're here because you couldn't read my mind, cosmic being like yourself might be a bit impressed or angered at that fact. Or," He continued, turning his back to the planet and floating there, facing the interloper, "You're here for the Dragon Balls like everyone else."

[New Neros]

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Mad Max awaited patiently as the being went from speaking gibberish to some coherent sentences. He could get over the fact that he did not trust this being, nor it's companions, and the grotesque way it carried itself and imitated his language - but it's offer of alliance was a confusing matter. Mad Max himself did not require allies, especially ones of such cosmic origin, especially considering the way this being objectively described themselves as not talking with mortals for some stretch of time. Perhaps, though, they were not as cracked up as Max was making them appear - surely an omnipotent being of any caliber would make a more fruitful attempt at mind reading.

"An alliance? I have no need for one." Max stated aggressively, folding his arms into himself, "But we have a similar goal in mind. We must prevent Frieza rom gaining the Dragon Balls. In that regard, though, I'd recommend taking the ones he has or securing the ones he doesn't for ourselves - which is what I'm on my way to do. So long as he doesn't have all seven, our mission is accomplished." He neglected the more meaty details of his plot, like securing the rest for himself to prevent them being used by anyone, as well as gaining the secret to making them from whatever leader he could find.

"In short, I don't need one, but I will accept one. Deal?" He said, lowering his face slightly, relaxing his tensed up body, and accepting the non-threatening demeanor of the being.