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Postby New Neros » Fri Oct 20, 2017 11:01 pm

Jump Man | Rocket Girl
Jump Man vs Frieza: The Namek Arc Finale


Rip Valentine didn't even register his injuries in the immediate aftermath of his fight with Ginyu, there was so much clouding his thoughts that he simply did not have time to dwell on his existing pain. Not only that, but they were self-inflicted through another body, so it seemed to even out in the end. Regardless, Jump was approached by a weary and worn out Rocket Girl, who had seemed to dispatch Guldo with some difficulty. "That green bastard could manipulate time..." She said slowly, touching down in front of Jump, "You don't look too good, but neither does - Oh shit..." She said, looking over the battered landscape but focusing on the bloody pile of red goop that spread out from whatever remained of Ginyu's body. "How did-"

"I thought about it and I just, I just pushed him. And his insides exploded." Jump answered honestly, staring at his hands, flexing them and closing them into fists.

Rocket Girl was shocked, but quickly tried to move on from it. "Rip, you have some injuries, let's patch you up." As soon as Sarah said that, Jump Man collapsed onto the ground, sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes staring straight ahead. "Christ, you scared me." She said, opening up a small compartment on her gauntlet and fetching a small, reddish pill. "Here, it'll fix you right up, combination of healthy vitamins, minerals, and self-repairing nanomachines." Jump looked at the pea-sized capsule and tossed it into his mouth, swallowing, and staring intently at Rocket Girl, waiting for his result. "It isn't instant, jackass, it takes a few minutes to set in fully." With that said, a series of explosions went off over the plateau from the duo, a fight raging just over the hill.

"More of the Ginyu Force?" Jump asked, stretching out his body on the ground and leaping onto his feet in a fluid motion.

"No, I think Ginyu and Guldo were the last ones. I'm pretty sure it's Frieza and our fellow convicts." Sarah replied.

"Do we even know the names of our fellow convicts?"

"Vaguely." Rocket said, motioning for Jump to follow, "Let's see what we need to do now. I had Lugs take off to go gather the other Dragon Balls so we can all get off this planet, with the assurance that Frieza will be dealt with... And the assurance that Lugs can have his corpse as a personal prize." Jump looked rather appalled at the suggestion, which Rocket picked up on as the two flew over to meet with their allies. "Yeah, don't ask me, I don't ask many questions when it comes to alien culture. Greetings." She said, nodding over to the small group. With that, the two watched the fights with Ryou, Asumar, Alex, and finally Nick all taking the stand against Lord Frieza. It was a calculated move, waiting for the tyrant to fully power up and to display his fighting style right in front of Jump, as well as allowing Rip to fully heal, whereas Rocket Girl was able to plan out her strategy for victory in-depth.

As the enraged tyrant made his way back from the sure-death Nick had delivered him to, Jump found himself with only Rocket Girl remaining, their entire cast of friends dominated and swept aside by the merciless Lord Frieza. "I feel better than ever," Jump commented, rolling his shoulders and flexing his muscles a bit to loosen them up after being healed so rapidly. Rocket Girl followed close behind and at his side, watching as Nick disappeared in a flash, Mezca having grabbed him. "So much for a rescue operation, but that was never the plan."

"And what exactly," Lord Frieza thundered from afar, oceans rising and clouds brewing as his energy filled the air like a toxic vapor, "Is your plan? Another pair of brain-dead idiots on this doomed world, set to challenge my might and fall as all others have before? This goes beyond arrogance, you low life scum, and goes right into idiocy. I will destroy you and this entire world." Frieza's body was battered and bruised, but it looked as if he was still in his prime fighting, regardless of his missing right arm. Not only that, but it was less slender now, and more bound with muscle, as if Frieza went through another power-up following his excursion with Nick. Jump Man shivered for a moment, just feeling the intensity Frieza was giving off. "Allow me to escort you to death, one by one."

Taking that taunt as an invitation, Rip Valentine threw himself forward, appearing in front of Frieza entirely too quickly, landing a straight punch to his jaw line. Rather than fly anywhere from the immense hit, one that cracked the ground all around the two, Frieza simply stood and bore the strike with his durability. "You did not display such speed against Captain Ginyu. What is with your kind and hiding techniques and power? It's simple the work of animals who are scared of their own strength, while I relish my ability." Responding to the hit, Frieza brought his tail hard against Jump Man's stomach, hitting him at an angle to drive him into the ground. "Just who do you think you are?"

The hit simply staggered Jump, causing no real damage, but the man came up with a smirk. "I'm Jump Man."

Blasting full speed ahead of Jump was his partner, her power gauntlets at the ready, "And I'm Rocket Girl." It was too telegraphed, and Frieza quite easily side-stepped the attack, allowing Rocket Girl to slam her fists into the ground where he once stood. The sheer force annihilated the ground in a wide arc in front of Rocket, sending huge chunks of rock and boulders to the surface. Using her boots to increase speed and her helmet to track his movements, Rocket Girl whirled around to face Frieza once more, clenching her armored fist, which cackled with energy.

Frieza held a look of contempt and disgust, thoroughly through with the battle at hand and the loss of his arm, he had no more patience for games or for juggling around two opponents. Judging the girl to be the weaker of the two, and therefore the easiest to eliminate, Frieza made a beeline for Rocket Girl. Anticipating his immediate arrival, Rocket Girl threw a harsh overhead punch, putting all of her weight and rocket power into the hit, landing hard against Freiza's face. The air shattered all around the tyrant, who fell back for a moment, clutching his chin, and cutting his eyes hard at Rocket Girl. "Who knew your toys could provide such enjoyment. Still, there are little things that avoidable in life, and death is one of them."

Jump was preparing to ambush Frieza from the side, but with hardly a moment to spare, Frieza lifted his hand pointed his finger as Rocket Girl, who immediately went to autopilot and threw her entire rocket thruster apparatus into reverse, intent on dodging the fatal attack. She was simply not fast enough on the draw, and Frieza's beam of ki closed the distance all too quickly, piercing Rocket Girl straight through the chest. Alarms went off and panic set in, her heart stopping as it was pierced, her boot rockets carrying her far away from the battlefield and settling down miles away in a Namekian pasture. Her vision was blurry and quickly fading, the last images her eyes would see being a huge, fiery red explosion right where she had escaped from.

It took a moment to register, Jump Man having stopped his planned attack entirely and collapsing to the ground, disbelief setting in. With his abilities realized during the fight with Ginyu, Jump Man was acutely aware of everything he touched, and by placing his hand on the ground, he desperately felt for the beating heart of Rocket Girl, ever so slightly thumping on the ground. Just a sign that she was alive, injured, but still hopeful. All he felt was miserable silence, and a crushing tinge of loneliness. Appearing behind him, finger at the ready, Frieza was ready to gloat. "So falls a warrior, felled by a foolish concept of love, either for mate or for ally. You will join her soon enough."

Those feelings Jump was stormed with gave way to a single, all-encompassing emotion, and that would prove to be far more raw in it's expression than any other four-letter word: Rage. An aura of green light bathed him, his eyes bearing an outline of dull, grass-like green, it spread all across his body and flowed through his blood like bolts of lightning. It was pure telekinetic power, unleashed subconsciously, and it's affects on the environment were immediate. The ground began to swell and fall, as if it were a sea, cracking apart and grinding away as the planet itself shook. The air carried lightning powerful enough to melt the very rock Rip Valentine was causing to rise. At some point, he began screaming, a primal yell to vent, just for a moment, all the energy that was unlocked within him.

Frieza lifted his left arm to shield himself from the chaos for a moment, before rising high in the sky away from Jump Man, but almost directly above him. "Your power does not frighten me, you inbred. Not only will you join the girl in death, but this planet shall as well. Dragon Balls be damned, if you are the best this universe has to offer, then my immortality will hardly ever be in jeopardy. Die!" Frieza screamed, forming a massive ball of ki on the tip of his finger, swelling the energy to immense size and luminosity in moments. He threw it directly onto Jump Man, intending for him to be the first victim of the inevitable planetary destruction.

The mass of energy collided with the planet's surface right on the green-lit energy given off by Jump Man. Flashes of bluish yellow electricity flowed around the Death Ball, slowing down it's tunneling into the surface for a moment. Frieza watched in both awe and shock as his attack ground to a halt, and even worse, began to reverse it's trajectory. At it's helm was none other than Jump Man, seething with rage and encased in a green aura of telekinetic energy, further extending his abilities to interact with not only matter but energy as well. Jump grabbed the ball of energy harshly, and by closing his hands abruptly, caused the entire mass to violently and prematurely explode.

The entire scenery was painted red and white for several moments, the size of the blast completely dwarfing anything ever experienced on Namek, easily cracking apart the continental crust beneath wherever the battlefield once was. In the remains of the explosion, a green spark clicked alive, followed by a torrent of green-tinted lightning, revealing the survival and triumphant of Jump Man against the Death Ball. He turned his enraged eyes to the sky, however, and saw Freiza ready with another planet-destroying attack. Rather than catch it, Jump appeared in front of Frieza as he threw the Supernova, allowing it to burrow itself into Namek's surface. "What... Are you?" Frieza spat.

"I am..." Jump began, "Mad." With that lone word, Rip Valentine tore into the galactic tyrant with kicks and punches so powerful, it blew away parts of the atmosphere into the space, Frieza's immensely durable body barely holding itself together under the sheer amount of force Rip was giving out. Frieza retaliated in kind, but in vain as well, throwing kicks, punches, and even tail slaps against Jump that simply had no effect on the bastard. "If I don't want you to damage me, then I won't let it. You've hurt me far more than anything else could be physically. I was ready to die when I saw what happened."

"Stop blabbering on you disgusting excuse for a -" Frieza's voice was cut off as Jump latched onto his neck with one hand, applying steady and uniform pressure.

"I'm awfully sick of your mouth." He said calmly, a faint snapping sound coming from Frieza's neck followed by a wheeze, Jump having crushed his windpipe and vocal cords, but leaving his spine in tact. "I was ready to accept death, but then I realized, the one thing Rocket Girl wanted was for me to get serious and actually do something. She would beat me eternally in the after-life if I just gave up, so I need to survive. I don't want to die, and I don't have to. Look at me," He said, grabbing Frieza's neck once more and snapping him to attention, "Every warrior before me had it in them to beat you. To absolutely slaughter you, without mercy and without remorse, but those four warriors have those two traits in troves."

He grabbed Frieza's left hand with his other, crushing it immediately, but roughly slipping the Green Lantern Ring from his finger. "Ryou, he had heart and took you on when no one else stood ready. Asumar and his brother combined their power to take you on. Alex overcame her fear of you and unleashed her willpower to still stand and face you against all odds. And Nick, most importantly, showed us something we could never have imagined: That you could be injured, and that you could be beat." Rip slipped the lantern ring onto his own finger in a fluid motion, his telekinetic ability causing it power on ever so slightly, just enough to glow a dim green color, but bright enough to be seen across the back drop of a starry sky.

"You..." Frieza wheezed through his broken throat, "Knew their names?"

"Of course I did." Jump responded, "I may have just met some of them, but I'll always remember them. And what's more, I will always remember the ones who you crushed under your heel, everyone will. But no one will remember you. Not when I'm done here or hundreds of years from now. You're a blight on the galaxy and I'm the cure, but let me share a secret with you." Frieza, whose very life was being squeezed away by Jump's grasp, listened close. "I'm not a good guy, and I don't believe in second chances." With that, Rip Valentine tightened his grip and flared his energy, fully crushing Frieza's neck and causing the galactic tyrant to go limp, but that wasn't enough, Rip was overcome with bloodlust, and gave a hard kick to the alien's chest while pulling hard on the fluid-like neck of Frieza, tearing out the upper columns of his spine and removing them completely from his body, letting blood splatter out. Finally, he relinquished his grip, and Rip was at ease.

Taking in his surroundings, though, his outlook seemed bleak. Freiza's last Death Ball Supernova was ready to fully destroy Namek, whether the tyrant was dead or alive, and Rip seemed out of options for an escape, and opted to simply sit down comfortably, and patiently wait for the inevitable. His aura calmed and slowly fell back into his body, as his emotions gave way completely, his anger gone and sadness all he was left with. There, the charred remains of a continent on a doomed world, Rip Valentine sobbed and wept, tucking his knees close to his chest as raw emotion came forth, stuttering it's way out of his lips as he was faced once more with death, but he was not mourning Frieza, he was mourning Sarah.

After all, this was victory.
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Postby Higher Japan » Sat Oct 21, 2017 12:58 am

Unknown universe

"Alright, this should be where the anomaly is." Chronos said to herself, walking out of a portal to the world where the anomaly was located. Usually anomalies were small and she could dispatch angels to deal with it, but due to their numbers being drawn thinner and thinner than a fat woman's undergarments, but clearly this world was something else. The moment she warped in, her clothes would've changed to the time period and now she was wearing a dress that was frequented by the ladies of the wild wild west, with a hostler holding a loaded revolver by her side.

Walking with grace and elegance towards the saloon that was in the town, tumbleweed rolling down the empty street towards the middle of nowhere as the sound of trains could be heard in the background. Stepping in, she barely dodged a bottle as a bar fight was currently going on. Quickly drawing her gun, a man tried to pounce towards her as she drew her gun and blasted him in the face, body falling to the ground as she further shot 5 more attackers before emptying her gun. Quickly dodging a blast of energy her way, she saw that a machine like being had drawn a gun and fired at her, although now it quickly ran away.

"So that's the anomaly." She muttered to herself, quickly running after him before they both came onto a train, jumping onto it.
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Postby The Republic of Atria » Sat Oct 21, 2017 12:28 pm

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"For the record." Nick started when Mezca picked him up. "I'm not in danger of dying. I can survive without most of my organs just fine, I was just not wanting to go from biology to physics courtesy of Frieza. And as far as kicking my ass goes, I'm ahead of your curve. That being said, the Masakis do have ships we can use to not get exploded from that dumb planet. I was going to hack their teleporters, but you saved me a whole thirty seconds." He said and has Mezca put him down. Nick's legs wobbled, but he steadied himself with his gauntlet. "As for karma... Debatable. If I'd known you were against Frieza, I would've been less of a dick. But since Frieza's higher ups are known for being sociopaths... Well, you should look at things from other perspectives or you know, communicate. I can do a lot of things, reading minds isn't one of them." Nick shrugged and decided to poke around the ship a bit. Get a better feel for the Dynasty's technology. So far they had the basics. Nothing special really stood out until he saw that the only crew that the ship had were the humanoid machines.

They weren't just people in armor or even cyborgs, they were completely mechanical. Which meant that AI was prevalent. Something that concerned him. He knew first hand how dangerous a single AI could be without proper shackles and safeguards. And he was not going let another unshackled AI run around with free rein. He learned that lesson with Ultron. The first step was gathering information. Which wouldn't be difficult. Nick snuck off somewhere private. 128 digit encryption alternating every 23 seconds. Multiple closed off connections. Pffffft. What kind of casual hackers do they have over there? He thought as he bypassed it and start gathering what information was available. One thing he noticed was that every single one of the machines was linked to the same point. Hmmm. Must be some sort of network hub. That's gonna need some investigating. He mused as he hacked his way into gaining control of the teleporter. He wasn't sure if the brothers were going to get everyone off the planet, but Nick wasn't going to let them die.

The teleporter worked by locking onto life signatures. So he had it grab as many people as it could before the planet exploded and pulled them onto the ship. That should keep them busy for a few minutes. He had a considerable amount of work ahead of him. And it would probably burn out their teleporter. Oh well. It seemed standard and they could probably fix it. Probably. He had little knowledge of their engineering skills. Hopefully Asumar wasn't just bragging about his skills. Nick used his newfound control of their teleporter to warp himself into the armory of the ship. He then went to work, stripping weaponry of their power cores and taking out the spare parts that he could use. All he needed to do was build a signal amplifier using the same frequency as the teleporter that the ship already had. The Dynasty loved their redundancies. Once constructed, it was able to link the teleportation matrixes found in every ship in the fleet, exponentially increasing it's power, but probably wasn't good for the systems. Oh well. Their construction, not his.

Before he left, he slapped together a hologram recording of himself. "Hey guys. Nick here. Couldn't help but notice that yo guys are big fans of AI. At it's core, AI is a beautiful, wonderful thing. However, it's so hilariously easy for it to go very, very horribly, terribly, etcetera, wrong. So I went ahead and took the liberty of whisking myself to the hub of those machines you call Guardians to take a look for myself to make sure you've take the proper steps to make sure your AIs don't go nuts." -Nick

"P.S: Asumar. I'm gonna go ahead and give myself another point for hacking your stuff. Think about updating your security protocols."

"P.S.S: If I broke something, apologies in advance. If I didn't. Ignore."

"P.S.S.S: Mezca:"
Instead of a message, a floating poop emoji was Nick's message to him.

Once linked, Nick piggybacked the signal of the Guardians all the way across the universe to their home planet in their galaxy. Onto a beautiful planet that almost looked designed rather than just having been brought to

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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Sat Oct 21, 2017 4:52 pm

Frieza Planet 32 "Bastion"
Battlefleet Epsilon 12
Alpha O1-1 "Maelstrom"


While the Masaki Brothers would have their hands full accommodating the guests that had been dropped onto their Worldship, light years away from the Grand Warlord's Worldship a battle was occurring between forces of Battlefleet Epsilon 12 and the PTO Fleet that had been present over Frieza Planet 32 prior to the battle taking place. The space battle was coming to a close, with the Battlefleet mopping up the remaining PTO Ships that survived the initial battle, the Dynasty's Mechanized Forces had already landed on the planet which had been given the codename Bastion due to the sheer amount of resistance that the PTO Forces were giving the Masaki Guardian Armies that were present on the world. Apparently this was considered one of Frieza's forward operating bases and were subsequently being protected by elite forces of the Planet Trade Organization. The objective for the Dynasty was to take over the fortress capital of Bastion, however due to the sheer amount of defenses that were stationed around the capital, the battle had turned into a stalemate and neither side made anymore progress...

"We've received some disturbing reports from Namek." Admiral Centurion, a rather seasoned Genesis-Class Masaki Guardian stated as he watched the rest of Battlefleet Epsilon 12 ruthlessly destroy the remaining PTO Ships, his hands clasped behind his back as he analyzed the latest report from Worldship Serenity "Apparently Emperor Frieza managed to injure the Vice Warlord and the Grand Warlord, with Lord Kazuko suffering the brunt of Frieza's assault. He is not in critical condition, but he is rather exhausted according to a report from one of the medics." From behind the Admiral, a pair of three eyes began glowing red in acknowledgement of the latest news.

"I believe the Grand Warlord himself waived most of the Rules of Engagement, including mechanized Research and Development weapons, correct?" The voice asked plainly, only receiving a nod of confirmation from Admiral Centurion. Without a moment's notice, the darkened figure rose up before slowly making his way towards the teleportation station of Admiral Centurion's bridge "The Dynasty's Armies that are located near the capital of Bastion are to pull back 2 miles from the capital and await further orders, and activate a Priority 1 stream to the Serenity and all Worldships, Inform the Grand Warlord, His brother, and all Alpha Units that a field test of an experimental mechanized unit is about to take place." With that, the figure of General Maelstrom, the First Among Equals of the Dynasty's legendary Alpha Squadron disappeared from the bridge and reappeared in the drop pod segment of Admiral Centurion's ship.

On the ground of Frieza Planet 32, a furious battle was being waged by the 5th Mechanized Army, otherwise known as "Crimson Curators" and the PTO forces that had gathered around the capital of Bastion, the Dynasty attempting to push deeper into enemy territory while the PTO Forces fought equally as hard in an attempt to defend the sector from falling into the Dynasty's hands. The battle had been drawing on for roughly three hours already and while some progress had been made against the defenders, the PTO held on defiantly against the Old Masaki Dynasty's forces, that was until a priority alert was issued to all members of the 5th Mechanized Army:

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--- ATTENTION: PRIORITY ALERT RED, PRIORITY ALERT RED ---

All Members of the 5th Mechanized Army "Crimson Curators" are hereby ordered to fall back 3 Miles from the Capital of Frieza Planet 32 and await further orders as per Callsign Atlas' request. Experimental Weaponry has been deployed for field testing and in order to prevent any accidental damage of other units, Callsign Atlas has requested that a perimeter 3 Miles away from Bastion's Capital be erected.

--- ORDER FORWARDED BY ADMIRAL CENTURION Of BATTLEFLEET EPSILON TWELVE ---


From up above, a single, massive drop pod containing said experimental weaponry was currently free falling from Orbit and down towards the battlefield that lied ahead of the Capital of Bastion. The Masaki Guardians, as ordered began to quickly fall back towards the designated rally point to observe the deployment of General Maelstrom's experimental weapon, and as the battlefield became ominously vacant of the presence of fellow Masaki Guardians, the drop pod connected with the surface of Frieza Planet 32 with a mighty crash, a cloud of dust and debris obscuring the view of all who witnessed the Drop Pod's descension. All had fallen quiet while the soldiers of the PTO stood ready for what was to come at them, the Dynasty had shown that they were very well adept in the arts of warfare, but they had lacked to bring any heavy armor down to help supplant their assault while the PTO had heavy defenses in and around the capital of Bastion.

"Status Check." Maelstrom stated to his weapon in particular. In response to his query, the sound of whirring machinery could be heard as his cockpit began to slowly light up with fluorescent lights.

"ADVANCED REFLEX SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL." A voice boomed as this time, the sound of whirring machinery grew louder and louder with each and every passing second "SHIELD SYSTEMS, PROPULSION SYSTEMS, AND ALL WEAPONS SYSTEMS ARE OPERATING AT 100% CAPACITY." The smoke slowly began to settle, and what lied within the epicenter of the debris cloud was a hulking behemoth unlike anything seen in the Old Masaki Dynasty's Arsenal became unveiled to friend and foe alike. This mechanized unit began to slowly rise up, it's already hulking form glaring down at the PTO Soldiers who raised their rifles and hands alike, opening fire on the unit as it fully activated "CHIMERA MARK I ONLINE AND OPERATIONAL." The unit announced as it's automated defenses kicked in and started to open fire on the PTO Soldiers nearest to it's position, outright vaporizing them without a second thought.

"Objectives are as followed..." Maelstrom began as he sat on the command chair within the Chimera Unit, his fingers intertwined between each other as his newfound creation went on the attack while simultaneously waiting on orders from the First Among Equals of Alpha Squadron "All enemy Planet Trade Assets are to be eliminated, the outer defenses of the capital of Planet Bastion are to be disabled or destroyed. Additional orders will come as advised."

"PARAMETERS RECOGNIZED AND PRIORITIZED AS ORDERED."

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Postby The Republic of Atria » Sat Oct 21, 2017 7:23 pm

Nick hummed to himself as the light cleared and he was in what was clearly a server room. "Hmm. The more things change, the more they stay the same." Nick muttered as he searched for an input. He eventually found one and the finger on his gauntlet shifted to match it. Once he was plugged in, he could see the source code of the Guardians. "Hmmm. Not bad. Safeguards... Safeguards... Bingo." He read the code line by line. So far it was standard AI code. Self improving which set off some alarms in Nick's head, but once he found the hardcoded base he was relieved. Empathy was hard coded at the very base in every Guardian. There were limits on it's self improvement as well. Which was good. Lest the AI quickly outgrow it's masters and wreak havoc. For the most part his concerns were alleviated. Of course mostly wasn't good enough for him. The AIs were subservient to their masters, but possessed the ability to think logically and with common sense. And with a few tiny lines of code added and sent to every guardian hooked up, he was done. "Done." He didn't want to make radical changes. Just enough that if the Dynasty ever decided to stop being as benevolent as they were, he'd stop them in their tracks. All he had to do was make the code recognize him as the same author as it's other two masters.

Simple. Once he finished, he stepped out of the server room and met with the guards stationed outside. Obviously this place was secure from anyone who wasn't him. From the data he gathered, the Dynasty pretty much had the entirety of this galaxy in their thrall. Their enemies would be few and far between, and incredibly unlikely to even get to this place. "Alright. I've got a job for you two. I need two things. One. Bring me all the scrap electronics and metal you can find. Anything to be recycled or tossed away. The other. Show me a nice comfortable place to sit 'cause I got some tinkering to do."

He did feel slightly bad about ordering them around. But he figured he was giving them something to do that wasn't aimlessly standing around guarding the presumably most fortified position in this galaxy was far from the worst thing he could do. Just like he asked, one of them brought him to an elegant throne room. Nick responded with a long and loud whistle. "I see being a galactic emperor has it's perks. Kinda figured it would." He said and made himself comfortable. "Man, I am not used to having people do shit for me. Don't think I could get used to it. I'm a very hands on person ya know?" He asked the Guardian who stood there staring at him. "You gonna talk or just stand there staring at me like I've got a hole in my-Oh right. But yeah. Talk to me. I ain't gonna bite."

"You're injured. I suggest you seek medical attention."

"Ehhhh... Not really. All of my organs can perform the tasks of the other ones in the event that one or more of them fail or in this case, get blown out. I've technically got seven of every organ. Don't worry about me. Thanks for worrying though. Means a lot." Nick said and started taking his gauntlet apart. "This stupid thing is way bigger than I needed it to be. The tech here isn't terrible so I want to make this something less... Unwieldy. Then we're gonna play with the brothers a bit."

"I will have to stop you if you try something malicious."

"Calm down. I'm not that kinda guy. Worst thing they ever did to me was yell at me. And think they saved my life. They didn't, but it's the thought that counts. Weighing those in and they're more on the good side of me." Nick replied. "Nah. I just wanna surprise them."

As Nick and conversed with the Guardian that stood in the throne room with him, the other arrived with a massive cart of scrap metal and things that were intended to be recycled. "Damn. You guys really go above and beyond the call of duty. Anyways. If you wanna stay and watch or go back to what you were doing, that's up to you." He replied and they both seemed to think that guarding the server room was more important than whatever Nick was going to be doing. "Well fiiiine. I didn't want to talk to anyone anyways." He muttered and immediately went to work. In a few minutes he had shrunk the gauntlet to a much more compact and sleek design than his previous one. While doing so, he decided that he might as well start doing what every tech nerd does and start working on a suit of power armor. But doing so hardly required much in the way of brainpower so Nick decided to multitask instead.

Via the magic of quantum entanglement and his gauntlet's updated features, his link to the Guardian's server connected to one of the Guardians that wasn't doing anything on the ship he just left from. He took manual control of it and was seeing through it's eyes, while sending it's consciousness back to where it would get a new body.

"Hey nerds." Nick spoke to the brothers through the Guardian. "Dunno if you got my note, but I've been busy doing stuff you may or may not be happy that I'm doing. You're obviously busy too. Looks like you're fucking up the ill equipped and poorly trained pirates. Can't say they don't deserve it though. Fuck 'em up."

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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Sat Oct 21, 2017 8:57 pm

The Republic of Atria wrote:"Hey nerds." Nick spoke to the brothers through the Guardian. "Dunno if you got my note, but I've been busy doing stuff you may or may not be happy that I'm doing. You're obviously busy too. Looks like you're fucking up the ill equipped and poorly trained pirates. Can't say they don't deserve it though. Fuck 'em up."


Namek Orbit
Masaki Worldship Serenity
Grand Warlord Kazuko


The sound of Nick's being spoken voice made Mezca jump slightly and caused the two brothers turn back in astonishment "No way in the nine hells..." Asumar said to himself in disbelief before he began to laugh rather loudly and clapped his hands, apparently complimenting Nick for his quick thinking "When I actually challenged you to that contest, I really didn't expect you would show us what you could do THIS quickly!" Asumar smiled, while the rest of the Masaki Guardians and Kazuko were completely dumbfounded and Mezca simply smiled as he read the message addressed to him and listened to Asumar's hearty laugh. Asumar turned and noticed that some of the Masaki Guardians were looking at the Vice Warlord in stunned silence and Kazuko appeared the same way as his subordinates, but nonetheless had a small smile on his face, glad that his brother still had a sense of humor "Long story short, challenged Nick to a contest and now he's taken it to heart." Asumar explained telepathically to his brother, whose eyes lit up in acknowledgement.

"Doesn't someone taking through the body of a Masaki Guardian constitute a breach of our security?" Kazuko asked back in kind, to which Asumar replied that Nick was not a malicious man, and only had a belief that those under the PTO should be killed for their countless crimes. "Well, I guess I can't simply judge him by his interactions with the PTO, but regardless, the only person to ever have access to the code is Maelstrom and some of our most trusted Alpha Units who show the same properties as Maelstrom himself. I wonder what O1-1 is thinking right now." Kazuko gingerly rose out of his throne, his body still sore from the beating that Frieza gave him "Color me impressed really..." Kazuko turned to look towards the Masaki Guardians in the bridge, all of whom seemed visibly concerned "Calm down my friends, no need to worry." Kazuko gently reassured before continuing talking to Nick "I really didn't expect you to gain access to the Central Server in such a short time, while I would be worried about what you did, Asumar has reassured me that you don't have any hostile intentions, so I'll trust his word." Kazuko turned his attention back to monitoring the progress of Maelstrom's mech.

Frieza Planet 32
Alpha O1-1 "Maelstrom"


Unlike the Masaki Brothers however, whom of which did not know what Nick did during his incursion in the Central Server, Maelstrom had placed his own scanning software inside of the Central Server to observer any changes that would have been made without his knowledge and said program picked up the unauthorized edit almost instantly, causing Maelstrom to double take in surprize and astonishment. If the Alpha Unit had a mouth to move, it would have had both a questioning expression and a smile "Interesting..." Maelstrom began as he placed the Chimera Unit on Auto Pilot Mode while looking at the change that had been made "Looks like he put his nose somewhere it didn't belong, Impressive." For someone to actually be able to access the Central Server and make it so that in the event the Dynasty showed any malicious intents against Nick or his species, the code would make it so that he was both the Supreme Commander and the Grand Warlord "I'll leave it alone for now, but I'll also make it a note to update the security on the external and internal access points of the Central Serv-" Maelstrom was knocked out of his thoughts as a beam of energy slammed into the Chimera Unit, sending it skidding back slowly but surely.

"Status report, what just happened?" Maelstrom asked as he turned his full attention back to the battle at hand. Hovering over the capital city was a PTO Spaceship that was opening fire with a large laser that was impeding the progress of the Chimera Unit and even beginning to drain it's shielding systems. "Chimera Unit, I want a full diagnosis, and determine any weak spots that can be exploited."

"SHIELDING AT 48% AND DROPPING, PRIMARY WEAPON SYSTEMS STILL IN THE GREEN, AND POWER OUTPUT IS AT 80%. SCANS ALSO DETECT A HIGH POWER DESTROYER CLASS WEAPON IS THE SOURCE OF THE CONTINUING DAMAGE, IMMEDIATE ACTION RECOMMENDED." The Chimera Unit explained as it disabled its Auto Pilot Mode and handed controls back to Maelstrom who fell silent for a moment as he considered his options. He wanted to test this weapon out ever since he installed it inside of the Chimera Unit and so desperately wanted to use it, but he wasn't sure about the consequences it would have on the Mech's energy reserves.

Maelstrom finally came to a decision, considering that the Power Output was still at an optimal use and considering that his shielding was continuing to drop, Maelstrom felt that now was the time to show off the full power of his Mechanized Unit. "Chimera Unit, begin the activation process for the Wraith Cannon and await my order to fire." Silently ordering the Mech to let him out of the unit, Maelstrom jumped out of the Chimera Unit, landing gently atop the Mech's head and stared at the PTO Ship before turning his attention to the oncoming wave of PTO Soldiers that took the opportunity to try and disable the Chimera Unit from their end "Time to bring in the Combat Model..." Maelstrom determined as his three eyes began to glow an assortment of colors before his frame jumped into the fray of PTO Soldiers.

While most of the PTO Soldiers figured that a lone Masaki Guardian wouldn't be a problem to dispatch, they were unfortunate enough to think that all Masaki Guardians were the same regardless of their appearance, and thinking that an Alpha Unit would be less durable, agile, and less dangerous was paramount to suicide. Whenever any PTO Soldier got close within arms length of Maelstrom, a hidden compartment with a random weapon would open fire and kill the offending soldiers within moments, whenever a soldier thought it would be wise to attack from the left or the right, a heavy duty metallic hand would shoot out and either break a bone or introduce the soldier with a face full of energy. However, as the numbers of PTO Soldiers began to increase and the effectivity of Maelstrom's defense systems began to decrease, it was obvious that now Maelstrom was being bogged down and began to actually suffer damage "Keep at em' He's almost done for!" a PTO Soldier exclaimed as he fired directly at Maelstrom's face, however...

If Maelstrom had a face or lips, he would have been grinning maliciously.

"I don't really see the advantage." Maelstrom's voice voice began, but this time coming from a different source before the sound of a loud thud could be heard. There stoon Maelstrom's Combat Model, it's hand on the blade that still rested quietly within the long vibranium-reinforced sheath that contained a mighty plasma blade guaranteed to slice through tough metallic alloys. This unit jumped into the fray of PTO Soldiers, slicing, blasting, and crushing each and every one that had managed to pin down the Alpha Unit's default model with more speed, agility, and power than said default model "You only managed to damage my default unit and not my combat chassis." Maelstrom stated matter of factly, preparing to move forward before a booming voice spoke.

"CHARGE COMPLETE, WRAITH CANNON READY FOR FIRING SEQUENCE."

By this point, the PTO Soldiers backed off and stared incredulously at the Mechanized Unit, what was a Wraith Cannon and what made it serious enough for it to announce that it's charge was complete? The Combat Model of Maelstrom began to chuckle as it jumped back and stood proudly atop his creation "Would you all like to see something?" Maelstrom asked curiously before he delivered an order to his creation "Chimera Unit, ascend." Complying with his orders, the Chimera did just that, diverting power towards the propulsion systems and ascending up into the sky, reaching a magnitude comparable to that of the PTO Spaceship. Maelstrom stared at the PTO Ship with a blank expression before speaking "Begin Locking sequence."

It took a moment for the Chimera Unit to properly turn it's torso, which had now unfurled into a large cannon, a deathly red hue coloring the interior of the the cannon as the energy had already amassed within the chamber "TARGET LOCKED." And with one single word, Maelstrom spoke the magic word that would change the tide of the Battle of Frieza Planet 32 entirely.

"Fire the Wraith Cannon."

The world slowed down for a moment, Masaki Guardians, PTO Soldiers, Alpha Units, and even the Grand Warlord and Vice Warlord's watching to see what Maelstrom was planning, noticing that the Mechanized Unit was now surrounded by red electricity and energy signature readings from the Mechanized Unit beginning to skyrocket as the cannon was poised towards the very center of the PTO Ship. It was at this moment of realization that the Masaki Guardians were now assured of their victory, and the PTO Soldiers rushing to intercept the Mech before it fired the Wraith Cannon "FIRING." that same booming voice declared before a massive beam of red death emerged from the Chimera Unit at speeds that would make it impossible to intercept before it impacted it's target. Upon the red beam coming in contact with the PTO Ship, a loud groan of metal could be heard from the PTO Ship, followed by a cataclysmic explosion that shook the very foundations of Frieza Planet 32. This very explosion engulfing the uppermost portions of the Capital of Bastion, killing a majority of the planet's High Command and essentially severing the head of the PTO's Defensive Operations, and to add insult to Injury, Maelstrom issued a command that would just about mark the end of the battle at hand.

"Attention 5th Mechanized Army..." Maelstrom began, his eyes glowing a bright red as the Chimera Unit beelined it for the Capital of Bastion.

"CHARGE!!!"

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Postby The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:22 pm

They didn't seem all that angry about him having done all the things he did. Which was no skin off his nose. "Well Asumar.,you did a poor job of specifying the parameters of the challenge. So I figured I'll keep going until you admit defeat." Nick explained. "This body handles weird. But I think that's cause I'm working a few projects at once. Y'all got a lot of scrapped guardians. Hope you don't mind me recycling them. Parts are great for what I need. A new toy, and making my prosthetic not the size of Galactus's left ass cheek. Might be an hour or two. Depends on how long it takes for me to figure out your assemblers. Don't worry. I've got another surprise for you guys when I'm done here." Nick said. "It's unrelated to the projects I'm working on now. And I hope you guys have a good sense of humor. This was mostly me checking in with you guys. Later taters." He said and relinquished control of the Guardian to it original user and went back to work in designing an actual suit of armor.

Getting caught in the blast radius of a fight between some very strong people had firmly planted the idea that he needed more protection from things he simply couldn't be in control of. So a basic suit would go a long way to making sure that he would be safer in his future escapades. Some ranged weaponry wouldn't be that bad of an idea either. The Wrath Cannon he had built into his gauntlet was great, but the charge time was incredibly length and it boasted far more power than was needed in the majority of situations. A quicker charge time in exchange for decreased firepower would be a welcome change. He went to work, having his internal nanomachines break down and convert the metals into the components he needed.

The more he worked, the more ideas he had to add onto the armor. Hmmm. Well. I've already got the gravity breaker in the gauntlet... Might as well convert that to allow for full flight. Reverse kinetic shielding'll have a lot more power to work with. More types of shielding it is. Should upgrade the matter compression a bit... Oh hell that opens up so many possibilities... He scribbled down on the floor with a tiny laser. He looked at his watch and saw that he had spent just over half an hour with just the whole brainstorming process. Even though he had many, many more ideas he wanted to integrate into the armor, he decided to start out with just the basics.

Once he finished with the design, he had the Guardians show him to their assembly areas. He picked one that was about to be shut down for some routine maintenance and disconnected it from the central server. The Dynasty was big on nanotech, which saved him a ton of work. All he had to do was make some modifications to the standard specs that the assembler used to build new bodies. A few extreme and unstable tweaks to the code and hardware later, and it went to work. The assembler clearly didn't appreciate Nick's mods as it make strange noises and groans that Nick was sure were not good for the machine. Probably why it was due for maintenance. Oh well, there was always a cost for progress. If some machine that there was likely dozens upon dozens of was the only cost, it was worth it.

Nick ignored the sounds of metal clearly being bent and stressed beyond its limits, the smell of something burning, likely metal. And the several alarms going off. Suddenly it all stopped. The noises at least. The smell of melted vibranium still permeated the air, but his suit was completed. Nick pulled it free of it's metal womb and not 5 seconds into him putting it on, did the assembler catch fire, shoot sparks and start falling apart. Nick did push the machine to well beyond it's safe operating limits, but like all machinery, it could be fixed... Or at least replaced or rebuilt in this case. Few machines were still operational after extensive Nick Modding. Especially ones that he didn't build.

The armor was perfect. It fit his body like a second skin. He could hardly even tell he was wearing it. It looked a bit more corny than in his head, but that was hardly an issue he cared about. Nick tested the upgraded gravity breaker and was able to fly. It took his body a few seconds to adjust to the feeling of flight, but not long after did he come to enjoy it. Shortly after he reconnected to the teleporter that he used to arrive on the home world of his galactic neighbors and transported himself back to their ship. This time floating about a foot off the ground. "Hey nerds." Nick spoke. "Two things. First off, what do you think of my project? Is the cloak too much or does it tie everything together? Second of all. You're new to this galaxy. So you've unlikely to have done your research on proper Earth introduction music. Not to worry. I've got a perfect song for our people to dance to. You probably don't know what a horse is. But don't worry. You'll be much more confused by the dance."
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:38 pm

Green Lantern Alex Wright-Aboard the Masaki Ship

I woke up, believing for an instant that I had to been dead. But the present pain convinced me of otherwiise until my blurry vision cleared up as I placed my hands over my sensative eyes to shield them from the light.But the mystery as to how Frieza actually failed to kill me was one that I was happy to leave unanswered. As I took a look around my surroundings I could not help but feel as if I was developing a unhelpful habbit of waking up in strange places with holes shot through me. This being the second time that I was nearly killed in what...a week? There were many other patients around me, leaving little room for privacy as I could see everyone from Namekians to even a couple faces from the clash with Frieza and his troup on Namek.

Of course my pounding head wondered exactly where I was, and who had taken me. But if they were tending the wounded from the battle below, then I doubt they were my enemies. Dropping my head back against the soft pillow beneath it I gave a pained sigh, as my sight rolled off to my right hand. My joy at beiing alive being short lived as I caught sight of my bruised right hand, the hand that no longer bore the Green Lantern Ring.

Terrific Alex, shortest Green Lantern career ever.

My mind flashed back to the very recent and very vivid memories of the clash with that Tyrant. Memories I wished I could convince myself were just nightmares. As I lay in the bed in my still dirty and torn nurses outfit I was ever more convinced that my time as the Lantern was done. I will probably end up back on Earth...or some other world and live out some average existancce with this being just another endeaver that I just couldn't measure up to. I mean, I literally crawled away and tried to hide from Frieza. What hero even does that?

But just as I hid from him I also stared him down and confronted him. Battling him all the way into space. I also recalled that I gave the overlord everything that I had in order to save that world. But, it still wasn't enough. Was it simply a matter of training? Did I just lack the proper experience? PErhaps, but...I never felt so much power as when I embraced that ring. So, why did I lose? I guess no matter the tool you give me, I am still...just...Alexis Wright. A average, insecure, pacifist volunteer nurse who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But there were still so, many questions. Like...was Frieza defeated? Is so...then by who? What happened to Namek? Where is my Lantern Ring? Whose ship is this? Where am I going?

With a exhausted sigh I rolled over on my side as I watcched the medical androids tend the wounded. Resigning myself to the assumption that answers to hopefully most of these qestions will come in time as I could do nothing but wait.
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Postby Higher Japan » Sun Oct 22, 2017 8:46 pm

Unknown universe

With the desert as a backdrop, Chronos began her chase on the near never ending train as she chased after the anomaly, SSR-827. As the two continued running on the train, exchanging shots on occasion, the sound of someone running alongside her could be heard. Turning around, she saw that it was one of the angels she had assigned to defend the area, and that she had not been slacking like usual it seemed at first glance.

"Chronos, what brings you here?"

"Look in front and you can see why. We must remove it from this universe before it causes more anomalies."

Coming to a stop, SSR-827 turned around and threw his cloak aside, revealing his metallic exterior as he quickly extended his right hand, firing a few energy bolts while retreating backwards and firing a portal into the train as he jumped down into it before it closed. "Shit, farewell Ibelin, I'll come to see you again!" She shouted, warping away as the angel opened a panel and went into the train while waving back as well.

Masaki Ship

A portal would appear in the medical bay as SSR-827 came out, launched by the force of him jumping and knocking into the wall while Chronos came out shortly after, holding a gun towards him as SSR-827 quickly turned around, holding a heavy laser rifle. The two of them stood there, as if waiting for the other to fire for a while.




"Sir, are you sure that we have the correct signatures?"

"Yes, I'm sure that SSR-827 is on the ship"

As the small frigate from the Elroid manufacturing came into view of the ship, the inquisitor looked on at the Misaki ship as they sent a direct transmission over to the ship.

"This is EM-109 of the Elroid Manufacturing Location and Extermination division. We believe that you are harboring a rogue AI, and request that you surrender him to us."
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Tue Oct 24, 2017 10:53 am

Nathan Cole/Savior-DEO Prison Facility, Somewhere in Nevada

They say that a man can atone for his crimes. That a man can change. Repay his debt to society. But what they never tell you, is what it takes to do so. How long must one sit in a cell by himself? How many good deeds must one do to erase the wrong? How many lives to save before he atones for the lives he has stolen?And who finally judges when that debt is payed? When you can finally get through a day without being haunted by the blood you spilled? If they asked me, it's never enough. The world may forget what you have done. But there is always two witnesses to your crime. Your victim. And yourself.

Seven years, four months and twenty three days. That is how long I have been repenting for the life I stole. And if I was being honest about it. I am probably among the only ones left who still reemember her name. How fucked up is that? Less than a decade and the only one left to carry on her memory is the one who killed her in the first place. I did not turn mysellf in to make up some abstract debt to society or to try and absolve myself for my crime. I turned mysellf over because this is where the hell I belong. Even if I didn't murder the only person I ever cared about. I havve still commited more than enough crimes to land myself here a dozen times over. Stealing because I had the power to do so and hurting whoever got in my way. I never killed anyone, not until that day.

But I was never an innocent.

So here I stay, trapped in this red room. A room where red solar rays are emitted through. Rendering me as vulnerable as a human. I would be content to rot out the rest of my days here. But as I sat in the red glare staring at a crack inthe floor I was informed that I had a visiter. Despite that I had no one to miss me. No one to care enough to visit me. That did not stop agents from the DEO from trying to recruit me for their own ends. To be a 'weapon' for the good fight. Trying to convince me that it would somehow be beneficial for society to have a murderer protecting the massess.

Yeah right, they have their champions. Men better than I. After all, they have Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman. Why in the hell would they want me? I am certainly no one's savior.

So you can imagine my surprise when I looked up to see the man himself.

Superman.

The red caped champion strolled into the room with seemingly no look of judgement on his face. This was a low one, even for the DEO. "This is a new one." I said in a rather monotone voice. As if reciting a practiced line from a script for the upteenth time. "I never thought I would see you of all people at the DEOs beck and call." Superman spoke with a calm air off confidence.

"You have the wrong idea, I'm just here to talk." I didn't even meet his yes as I quipped, still looking a the floor. "Yeah...heard that one too. Listen, you may be knew to this but I have done this before. and before you ask, the answer is no. I won't be going back out there. Not for the DEO or anyone else. I have done enough already." I answered with some finality. But Superman hadn't spoke his peace yet.

"I really did just want to talk to you. I've done this a long time. I have personally escorted many criminals to the authorities over the years. Many of them will never change. Not because they cannot change. But because they do not want to." I took the hint that he would't leave so I decided to humor him a bit. Shifting my gaze upward to meet him eye to eyee. The clean shaven and upstanding defender of truth, not a speck of dust on him. With me, a dirty, unshaven with bags beneath the eyes convict.

"And you think that I do?" I asked, almost rhetoricallly.

"You turned yourself in Nathan. Sure, I escorted you here but you took the first step. Realizing that you had done something....wrong. To put it simply. Most people believe that imprisonment is the first step to rehabilitation. It isn't. It isn't that simple, the first step is within you. A choice that needs to be made. I believe you have made that choice." The spin was ceertainly different. Leave itt to Superman to come up with a speech more original than these government spooks.

"Wrong? Superman...doing something wrong is not saying thank you when someone loans you money. Or taking the last sweet roll at supper. I killed a woman. A beautiful woman who happened to be the only person who ever cared for me. Even in here, paying my dues so to speak. I carry her. Thinking of her every day. I'm a killer Superman. Do you really want someone like me, out there with you? Wouldn't that just mar your image? Besides, the world has enough 'Supers'. You, Supergirl, Solar Girl, Superboy and Star Girl. The best way for me to help is staying where I belong. Right here."

"Who was she?" I tilted my head, curious.

"What?"

"The girl you killed. Who was she?"

"She was my sister..." I stated flatly. This simple answer was not enough to sate Superman, so I continued.

"She was wonderful. We both grew up in a house that we could never call home. She used to sneak me extra servings of food when my mother tried to punish me by starving me. She loved being outside. The fall was her favorite season. Her 'father' would hit her as she got older. But while I used our upbringing to excuse my own actions. She never did...she would hide the bruises and smile. She stopped me from killing them, you know. I was going to rip them limb from limb, but instead she simply erased their memories of us, and may have placed a few unsavery memories in their place. It's ironic isn't it? She could save those bastards from me...but not herself." There was a long pause after that. It was the first time I had ever talked about it to anyone.

"And now, there is no one left to carry her memory anymore. Save me. So now you understand why I belong here now. So please...Superman....leave me in peace..." It was silent for a moment. But I was certain that Superman was able to see even in the dim lights of the room.That I had begun to sob.

"You shouldn't ever forget what you have done."

"Then..." But Superman had held his hand up, signalling to me to allow him to finish speaking. "You yourself have just said that you are the only one who remembers her, yes?" I nodded. "Then do you believe that the best way to honor her is to rot in here? Torturing yourself daily? From what you have told me, Clair believed in you. She risked so much for you because she knew that there was more to you, that you were worth it. So carry her with you...remember her...but do it out there. Where you can use her memories to inspire you to be better. You have spent seven years in prison for something you would take back a thousand times over. Well, you cannot take it back. And it may define who you used to be. But it doesn't define who you could be tomorrow. But you are not, nor ever have been a killer. You killed someone, but the amount of anguish it causes you proves that you are not a killer. Deathstroke, is a killer. Joker is a killer. They take lives and think nothing of it. Justifying it however they please, but do not try to convince me that Nathan Cole is a killer. That's all I came to say for now. Just think about it." But as Superman turned to leave, I called out to him.

"Wait." He stopped briefly, looking back over his shoulder at me. Until I finally spoke up.

"Tell the DEO...that I have made my decision."
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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Tue Oct 24, 2017 2:10 pm

Earth Orbit - Entering Nevada Airspace
Masaki Worldship Serenity
Grand Warlord Kazuko Masaki


Coming out of Hyperspace with a sound resembling that of an explosion, the Serenity emerged facing the continent of North America, it's weapons disabled but it's shield generators operating at 100% Capacity in the event that any hostile reaction was initiated on behalf of the Earthlings on the planet. Kazuko sat atop the Warlord Throne with a thoughtful expression on his face "Incredible, it reminds me so much of Sigma Galli Prime." Kazuko smiled as he stared down at the planet of Earth, it was rife with so many beautiful colors: a beautiful light blue sky, dark blue oceans, green landscape and even some tan deserts to top it all off! Indeed a world with a diverse number of species according to the already complete scan of the planetary surface. Kazuko turned to Asumar, his smile having faded away slightly "How are we going to land without worrying the residents of Earth brother? From what you told me already, our teleportation grid needs some time to repair." Kazuko spared a grin towards Nick before turning his head back to Earth.

"You see that patch of desert to the west of that continent?" Asumar pointed out to the arid state of Nevada "We should land in that area and call for the government of that continent to pick up their people. And while we're at it, we might as well make ourselves acquainted with the world leaders of this planet." The Dynasty had done it's research on Earth. Apparently there were a number of governments per continent and that the largest of all the powers on Earth was the United States of America, the area in which they were set to land. As the Worldship continued on it's direct course to the state of Nevada, Asumar started to give out orders to the Masaki Guardians within the bridge "All power to bridge and engine deflector shields, close up the Hangar Bays. I want a message broadcasted to the United States Government informing them that we have some of their injured people aboard who are receiving medical treatment. Prepare the injured for transportation, but I want to be sure that they are stable before we even consider moving them." The Vice Warlord directed as he stood to the right side of his brother, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Sirs." One of the Masaki Guardians who sat at his station rose up to address both the Vice Warlord and the Grand Warlord, both of whom had their attentions on their subordinate. "We're detecting a lot of movement from the Earth's atmosphere: both military based and organic based." The appearance of the Masaki Worldship and their subsequent message to the United States Government had earned the attention of groups such as The Avengers, SHIELD, and other Superheroes who were present on Earth at the time. "We're also detecting the presence of an Airborne Structure making it's way towards our designated landing zone, our systems believe it is the Helicarrier belonging to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, or SHIELD, they have yet to attack us, but they seem prepared to do so."

"Maintain current course, do not activate the weapon systems until hostilities appear to become known." Asumar advised as he turned away from the viewpower of the bridge, with Kazuko turning his head in question "Come Kazuko, we better not keep the locals waiting." Asumar smiled, his brother quickly following after him. If the Dynasty was to make a friendly impression with the Earthlings, they might as well be the ones to greet SHIELD directly and without guards accompanying them.

After reaching the starboard hangar, there stood Asumar and Kazuko, accompanied with two Genesis-Class Masaki Guardians that fell into formation behind their Head of State and their Commander-In-Chief respectively, the Masaki Worldship hovering at the altitude of the SHIELD Helicarrier, which was also flanked by the likes of Iron Man, Thor, Superman, and other notable superheroes that were ready to attack as soon as the Masaki Brothers made any hostile moved. At the moment, the Director of SHIELD had yet to make an appearance or even reach out to the Masaki Brothers and it appeared as if a stalemate had been established between the two sides, that is before Asumar walked forward and ordered the Masaki Guardians protecting him to fall into formation with the Grand Warlord's own guards "Stay here, I'll go first, when it is safe I'll gesture for you to join me brother." With that, Asumar flew out of the Hanger bay and towards the SHIELD Helicarrier, finding that as he approached the Helicarrier, the Earth's Superheroes did nothing to impede his progress, landing onto the Helicarrier without much of a problem.

Now the only thing there was to do was to wait for the Director of SHIELD to reciprocate Asumar's olive branch of peace.
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Postby The Republic of Atria » Wed Oct 25, 2017 5:51 am

Nick waited for a few minutes until he could see the telltale signs of home: The continent shapes he was familiar with. The blue ocean. The crappy Nevada desert, and Vegas! Which he believed was supremely overrated. The casinos got mad at him for counting cards. Which made no sense to him. It was a skill that had to be learned. It wasn't cheating. It was math. "Finally. Home sweet home. Ooooh boy." Nick said when he spotted the helicarrier. "Give me like, two minutes to tell him that you're not one of the shitty aliens we've been dealing with for the past 30 years." Nick said and teleported himself down to the helicarrier where he met with director Fury. Who he shared the same first name with. For simplicity's sake, they were on a last name basis. Nick took off his hood and the mask turned invisible so that the heroes could see his face. "Hey Fury."

"Why am I not surprised? Of course you're involved. Is this something you made or is there another alien invasion on our doorstep?" Fury asked.

"Actually you're, and by extension , everyone else, in luck. Long story short, we got kidnapped by the Kree. PTO shot us down over a planet that Frieza prick was being Frieza on. After about an hour, Frieza was killed and those dudes up there were nice enough to give us a taxi service all the way back home. That and helping us fight Frieza cause Frieza is a huge asshole. Anyways, they're pretty cool. Taller one with straight hair is Kazuko. One with hair straight out of an anime is Asumar." Nick explained. "I hacked their stuff. Got lotsa data."

"So. Your first instinct when facing an unknown alien threat is to hack into their technology and steal their information? And then tell me about it in broad daylight?"

"Yes and yes. They were actually cool with it because I actually told them I was doing it." Nick thought Fury was going to have a stroke when he mentioned that his espionage wasn't exactly covert. "One of them thought he was smarter than me. I couldn't let that stand. We made a bet and so far I'm winning. Anyways. Based on the information I cleaned from their servers, they're actually one of the few extra terrestrial races that isn't full of it and needing a good smack upside the space ship. They get a pass from me, and if they prove otherwise, I made sure they know that I will go from being that dude who steals their food, to the dude who'll burn them all down if the fuck me and/or us over."

"Hmmm. Alright then. Let's meet them."

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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Thu Oct 26, 2017 3:37 am

The Republic of Atria wrote:"Hmmm. Alright then. Let's meet them."


Asumar Masaki | Kazuko Masaki


Asumar landed gracefully upon the Helicarrier, his hands clasped behind his back with a neutral expression on his face as he approached both Nick and the Director of SHIELD. While the Cataclysm Collective was unable to gather much information on some of the high level dealings that SHIELD was involved in due to their Biometric Systems, Asumar had discovered that Nick Fury was considered to be perhaps one of the most powerful Humans on Earth and perhaps one of the handful of those who were to be feared. The Vice Warlord was no fool, he knew that Fury's actions and his position as the Director of SHIELD meant that he was determined to protect the Earth from any kind of threat, including the Old Masaki Dynasty if it ever came to that. Asumar smiled slightly as he approached Nick and Director Fury "Director Nick Fury I presume?" Asumar asked, his hands now resting passively by his sides as he continued to speak

"I'm sure that our mutual friend Nick here has already told you my name, but it is customary in my home galaxy to introduce myself, so allow me to do as such. My name is Asumar Masaki and I am the Vice Warlord of the Old Masaki Dynasty and the Supreme Commander of the Dynastic Armed Forces, and this..." Asumar gestured to his right side, in which there was literally no one standing there, but in a matter of seconds would Kazuko appear by Asumar's side, a warm smile on the Grand Warlord's features "This is my brother Kazuko Masaki, Grand Warlord of the Old Masaki Dynasty and is essentially my superior in terms of rank."

"It is nice to meet you Director Fury." Kazuko nodded, his smile remaining ever present on his face "I do apologize for intruding like this with my Worldship, but from what I believe that Nick has explained to you is that we have people who have suffered injuries during the battle on Namek, some of them are severe and some are minor injuries." Kazuko glanced back to the Masaki Worldship that hovered to the side of the Helicarrier, the size difference being ever prevalent "I will transfer custody of those who have suffered injuries to your people, but only when I receive confirmation that they are stable enough to be moved. But while we are waiting, I would like to discuss the possibility of establishing diplomatic relations with the people of Earth, if this is possible of course."

From behind the Grand Warlord, Asumar stood silently and astutely observed the proceedings with a watchful eye, It had never been the Vice Warlord's strong point to engage in diplomatic talks but rather his expertise was in the art of warfare. thus the roles of diplomacy and officially representing the Old Masaki Dynasty fell to Kazuko, and protecting the Dynasty from outside and even inside threats that may lurk.
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby The Republic of Atria » Thu Oct 26, 2017 1:12 pm

"It's a pleasure to meet you both as well." Fury replied. "But dealing with extraterrestrials isn't actually my job. You need to speak to Abigail Brand. In that large space station. IT's in orbit and it's pretty damn big. You can't miss it."

"Oh yeah. Brand. She's... Fun." Nick said as[url]she[/url]walked in behind him. "Hey Abby. You won't believe the day I've had. First-"

"Quiet." She ordered, interrupting Nick. "As much as I'd love to hear you prattle on about whatever nonsense you've got today. I have too much to do and not enough time to do it."

Ncik put his hands up innocently and shrugged. "Okay, fair. But this time it's not about the declining quality of cheeseburgers. I actually do have a space update to bring. Frieza is dead. I mean unless he can survive having his head and arms ripped off along with a planet blowing up in his no longer attached face-"

"YOU BLEW UP A PLANET?!" She snapped, which caused Nick to back up a step and keep his hands up.

"Noooo. Frieza did. Abby, I know you think I'm irresponsible... which is not an inaccurate feeling to have, but I'm not THAT irresponsible. Frieza did it cause he's a dick." Nick explained. "Though I did get my arm blown off. That was an experience. Building a new one with my not dominant hand was awkward. I also went ahead and made own uniform. See? Same colors." He said letting his cloak flow in the wind. Abigail was clearly not impressed.

"Alright. Go do that 50 feet over there." She said waving her hand to get him to go away. Nick complied and she turned to face the brothers. "I'm sorry about him. He doesn't like following rules, doesn't respect boundaries, never shuts up, but he's the one who designed a lot of our stuff and make it efficient to make, repair, and doesn't give us lip about how to use it. So kicking him out isn't easy or smart. I'm sure you've had your fill of him for awhile. But enough about our mutual pain in the ass." She said.

"I am Abigail Brand. Director of SWORD." She greeted them. "And it's nice to finally meet some people from space who don't want our heads on a platter for the crime of existing. If you want we can head back up to the station and start getting the paperwork and boring nonsense out of the way."

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Postby New Neros » Mon Oct 30, 2017 7:47 pm

Communion


A palace that sits high above the clouds, towering over an equally large and technologically advanced city below, carved an impressive skyline for capital of Parahumanity, Mad City, but her true fearsome power came from the beings that rested within her. Affectionately and with honor, the populace and even the very nobles who inhabited the palace called it Cathedral Terra, for it was equally a seat for a King and a God, and their worship of him extended across the globe. Within the central and dominating chamber of the palace, an impressive throne surrounded by sunlight and empty space on all sides lay occupied by a man in gleaming metallic armor, fit only for the grandest of Parahuman Royalty.

A messenger gracefully walked into the throne room, bowing low and with respect to his Lord, yet never breaking stride as the courier marched onward onto the steps leading to the throne itself. The man who sat upon Parahumanity's highest throne was Maxwell Morningstar, a sovereign who prides himself on power and ego, with sharp wit and sound, strategic mind. He makes arrogant boasts but has the rare distinction of being able to back-up every word of his chest thumping and saber rattling, but here, in this setting, he would play the dutiful King rather than the hardened warrior prince he likened himself as. "Speak, messenger," Maxwell declared, his powerful voice shattering the silence throughout the room and echoing slightly. "Tell me things that I already know in troves."

"Majesty," The courier began, reciting his message by memory. "Rip Valentine has defeated the space tyrant known as Frieza and is due back on Earth some time soon. You have instructed us to monitor the situation at hand and give you updates as they progressed, from his initial kidnapping aboard the Kree Ship to the events of Namek. But Namek is no more, my Lord, and Rip Valentine is ultimately successful." The words hung in the air slightly, Maxwell soaking them in and thinking them over. "How would you like to proceed, my King?"

Maxwell straightened up from his relaxed position. "We will greet him with open arms, but we will arrange for his escort back to Madworld with utter haste. How is he returning to Earth in such short notice?"

"An extra-galactic force known as the Masaki Dynasty, my King." The messenger replied, "We have kept some small observation of them as instructed, but little is known of the faction, it's origins, motives, or anything of major use to us."

Maxwell thought for a moment, "This is there any indication that they understand the magnitude of what he truly is?"

"Signs point to no, Lord. They believe him to be an abnormally strong Parahuman."

"Regardless, we must move with haste. Secure him and return him to the fatherland."

"Yes, your Majesty."


Jump Man | Rocket Girl


Masaki Worldship Serenity

There is something unsettling about feeling complete and utter despair, the sheer feeling of loss and of powerlessness that overwhelms all senses and somehow gets hijacked into unfathomable rage. Well, when that anger subsides, what more is there left? Nothing, an empty shell, which is what Rip Valentine woke up to as he sat upright in his hospital bed. His injuries were major, but physical pain had long ago left him numb, and despite the advanced machinery that was healing his injuries, Rip had never felt the way he did now.

It was sadness that didn't even call for tears. His expression was blank, motionless, mute, without any indication of a living soul behind the face. On a whim, he glanced down at his hand, and saw it armed with a faint green ring. "The Green Lantern girl..." He said softly, barely prying apart his lips to make the noise. It pulsated sightly, dimly lit as it struggled to even match a glow stick. Jump Man swung his legs from the bed and stood up on the metallic floor, ripping off the assortment of monitors and wires he was plugged into. With no regards to the cadre of robotic nurses urging him to return to his bed, Rip shrugged them off and exited his room, walking down the medical wing and carefully opening each door, one by one, until he found a room with familiar faces.

Injuries ranged from minor to major, and Rip wondered why he was in a separate room entirely, but didn't think much of it as he walked in front of Alex Wright, the team's Green Lantern, who Rip vividly remembered fending off Frieza in one of his forms, despite her fears and shortcomings, it was a battle Rip desperately wanted to intervene on, but he and Rocket Girl understood that Rip needed to leech every aspect of Frieza's ability to prepare himself for the final battle. "Hey there, Alexis. I'm Rip Valentine. Er, Jump Man." He started out with, getting the girl's attention, "I, uh, I don't know if you know this, but I'm the man who killed Frieza."

"I'm not bragging about it, but I found this on his finger, so I rightfully took it back for you." He continued, placing the Green Lantern Ring onto her bedside table. "You did so well in your fight. You overcame so much internal adversity to put forth as much effort as possible. I don't know what you were fighting against inside, but I've seen that kind of struggle before, many times. You have a bright future ahead of you, I'd be happy to work along side you any time. Just, get well soon. I need to rest for a little bit longer, I wanted to return what's rightfully yours."

He turned to walk away, unaware that just one room over, a large vat of biochemicals and healing tanks contained a sole woman, who was initially barely clinging to life when she was teleported off the dying world, but was now stabilized and showing remarkable progress towards healing. The source of Rip's grief was unfounded, Rocket Girl had survived, and through the medical science available to the Masaki Dynasty, he would yet see her again, but it wouldn't be until the Serenity landed back on Earth. While she healed, however, Rocket Girl dreamt of Jump Man's goofy face turning abysmally grim and dark, struggling to come to terms with her partner having dealt such a heavy blow against Frieza, somehow aware that the tyrant was dead and Rip was to blame.
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Postby The Knockout Gun Gals » Wed Nov 01, 2017 9:19 pm

Hannah Jackson

The fight with Zarbon was quick, she couldn't remember much because after his...superior, Frieza, came, she was knocked unconscious. When she woke up, they were on Earth. Back again, she guessed. Perhaps they could be somewhere else right now, but they landed on helicarrier instead. Great, SHIELD. Better them than the AIM, though. The AIM would hunt her down. SHIELD? Jail is the best option they have. And no matter how militaristic they are, they are better than AIM. At least they are on the good side...

It's a good thing no SHIELD staff had noticed her. They probably thought she is another fighter or a stranger who got involved, but there's no way that could be the best cover story for them. So in any case she would do something first in order to escape them. Questioned by the SHIELD was not an option, and this short adventure has been fun.

She excused herself for the toilet, "Nick, gonna go find the toilet," she said to Nick, and hurriedly to the toilet, but instead she is looking for some kind of hangar or exit bay. Jumping down is dangerous, but her suit could stand stronger than jumping down.
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TriStates wrote:Covenant declare a crusade, and wage jihad against the UNSC and Insurrectionists for 30 years.

So Covenant declare a crusade and then wage jihad? :p

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Ex-Nation

Postby The Rebel Alliances » Fri Nov 03, 2017 3:11 pm

Green Lantern Alexis Wright-Aboard Serenity, Above Nevada

One thing I didn't expect was a visiter. As I sat amongst the wounded nott moving so much as I awaited whatever fait befell me I was approached by a vaugely familiar but illusive figure. I couldn't quite pin where I had seen him, which was odd considering the guy seemed to be carved out of a damn mountain and must have possessed a perfect set of abs. He seemed to be among the various prisoners present on Namek but it wasn't until he introduced himsel as I sat upon the bed that I realized why he looked so familiar. This was the man who defeated Frieza...why the hell is he talking to me of all people then? That thought was quickly followed by a giggle when he introduced me to his alias. Jump Man. What sort of heroic name was that? Well, whatever it was it didn't seem to be an accurate description of his abilities or perhaps it was once a nickname that just stuck.

However, the man seemed to have a purpose in speaking with me. And as he opened his palm and placed a feint green ring upon my bedside I knew why he was here. The man seemed polite but as I glanced into his eyes just before he turned to leave I saw something in him, something that didn't seem to belong to a renowned hero. Pain. It was something that I had experienced myself many times. But despite his amazing feat, he seemed more wounded than victorious. He didn't walk with any air of superiority and ccertainly wasn't throwing his victory in my face after I had failed.

As a matter of fact, he was kind. Saying things that I wasn't certain I deserved and then leaving me alone with his words next to my thoughts. Telling me how brave I was and how well I had done in that battle. Was it sarcasm perhaps? No, I thought flatly. He seemed one hundred percent genuine. Even so, if he wasn't on Namek and I was the last one to battle Frieza...then we would all be dead. My mind flashed back to the battle, I actually srprised myself more than a little. Hell, at one moment I had even believed that I had won. But my best effort was still a failure. Was it the fault of the ring? Was it because it was not at 100%? I pressed my fingers to my temples. No, the fault was mine. If I had been a better Green Lantern, perhaps Namek would have been spared.

So, I just sat there...staring at the ring for many long minutes. Never making a move to grasp it. Trying to decide if the Ring had chosen wrong. The more I thought about it, the more I reasoned that it should be someone like Rip wielding the emerald light. After all, he defeated Frieza even without one, what could be more worthy then that?

More than that...the man said those things and left me no time to process it nor respond. How do you do that? Regardless of the ring, I needed to speak with him. Scooping the ring into my right palm but not placing it upon my finger I slid myself from the bed and started to search up and down the halls and peep into various rooms to find him. It didn't take long, and I was surprised to see that he had somehow acquired a private mediccal room. Perks of being the one to off Frieza I suppose.

I slowly stepped into the room, but he seemed distant, as if his mind was somewhere else and seemed quite oblivious to me. So, I announced myself by knocking upon the wall as I poked into the room. "Sorry to disturb you Rip...,,or Jump Man, not sure which one you prefer." Taking several tiny steps, easing myself into his spacee with both hands folded behind my back I eyed his quarters as I attempted to make small talk. "Nice space you have, must be neat to have your own room for the trip home..." I sighed deeply, stoping my efforts at small talk. I really did need to ask a few big questions, well...big for me.

"Look, I wanted to talk to you about this..." I confessed as I opened the palm of my right hand revealing the LAntern Ring. "I am sure you meant well, but I was thinking...after you admitted to being the one to defeat Frieza I had to wonder...why didn't you keep this?" I asked as I held the ring up to illustrate the point. I then sunk down into a chair oppposite of him, allowing myself to sloppily sink into the chair. "I get you were being polite but I'll square with you. I am really new at this galactic space cop gig. And if I was alone in that battle with Frieza, then I would be dead along with the Namekians and the Galaxy would still have a transforming alien tyrant with a Napoleon complex flying around. It was you who ended his reign of terror. So, didn't the thought of you being better suited for this ring ever occur to you before returning this to me? You never once considered using this yourself? As a couple moments awkwardly passed by some insecurity surfaced in my voice just a bit.

"Because the thought occured to me."
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