RPG A Saiya-jin's Redemption [M-LVS]

[Chaos]

Steady footsteps tramped through the spacious hallway, coming to a stop before the large, polished doors. A simple tap served for a knock, and the gold, diamond-encrusted handle lurched in its wide arc. The slab pushed inward, and exposed the enormous room to the visitor.

The Prince glanced slowly from his small computer terminal, a decidedly apathetic look crossing his face. His studies always seemed to be interrupted just when he got fully immersed in his work. But, however, this time was worth the disruption.

Arano stepped into Prince Vegita?s personal office, leaving the posted guard outside to close the door behind him. He walked with a casual swagger; a man on task has no time for gloating.

Vegita stood slowly, and walked with the same type of steady pace to the small mini-bar he kept fully stocked along the far side of the room.

?Ah, Arano, glad to see you are as punctual as ever.?

?My Prince,? was the only thing Arano said, nodding his head in a somewhat formal-yet-familiar bow.

Vegita poured a solid brown liquid into a small drinking glass, with two chunks of ice clattering about as the drink swished around. He then made another, with the exact same results, a practiced effort among men. He handed Arano his glass, then took his own, and made way back to his chair, offering Arano the one in front of his desk.

?So, my good man, what can I do for you?? asked the Prince after a swallow of liqueur left a slight tingle in the back of his throat.

?I have come on business, I am afraid, Prince Vegita,? Arano said, twirling his glass within his left hand, staring hard at the ice as the cubes gently clinked against the sides. ?I got a report yesterday that my half-brother was to be sent on a conquest mission. To a planet far beyond the normal stomping grounds.?

?Yes, Burori had sent in a request to capture Yanoliak as a training and housing base,? said Vegita. ?I obliged him.?

?Hmm,? was the grunted response.

Prince Vegita placed his glass on a small, marble coaster on his desk, and leaned forward to the point where he sat erect and his hands rested on the edge of his keyboard.

?What? Do you not agree with that?? Vegita asked, a hint of aggravation in his voice.

?Honestly, my Prince?? Arano said after a moment, still rotating his drink. ?Yes. Yes, I do disagree. Have you not read my report??

Vegita stood quickly, but calmly. He paced from behind his desk to look out the large window that overlooked the skyline of the Saiya-jin capitol city, Varnga. His arms crossed, in that trademark stance, and he focused at the now-common civil life below.

?I received your report a few days ago, Arano, the same day I approved your requests for wartime priority command,? Prince Vegita said quietly. ?I fully understand the threat above us. We do not need that magnitude of assistance for such a task. We survived Furiza?s presence??

Vegita looked over his shoulder, smirking slightly at Arano.

?With gracious help from dedicated Saiya-jins.?

His head turned back into the tinted pane before him, the harsh noon sunlight not bothering him slightly.

?And we will surely survive this.?

Vegita turned back from the window and sat back in his office chair, already focusing back on his management of the civil budget.

?It was good to see you again, Arano. We haven?t really had the chance to catch up lately, and, unfortunately, we are both very busy right now.?

Arano nodded, sucking on his cheek for a split second before gulping his drink. He stood up, placed the glass on a similar coaster as before, the two ice blocks protesting against the friction with the round instrument with a few clicks. He turned towards the door, walking just as he did before.

He did, however, stop short.

?Six days, Sire. Six days. They chanced the gravitational pull of the Gemti?s star. They want us badly enough to forfeit twenty-two percent of their numbers.?

Vegita looked up to see Arano continue walking, and quietly slip through the door. He leaned back in his chair, tented his fingers in front of his face, and sighed.

--

The neon-green sign above the small, concrete building shone brightly in the dead of night. In the light smog, it cast odd and oblong shadows against the other structures nearby, vibrating with every flicker of the electrons that ran through the tubes. The dulled music, a slow, steady pounding of synthesized drums, seeped into the cool air each time the door opened to make way for a laughing warrior or drunken fool.

Inside the large room was simplistic in the respect that it followed the general consensus of every bar ever. The main bar was chest high, with mounted stools and a foot rail. Beyond that, towards the door, were circular tables, enough to fit three or four people on small metal chairs that scraped the floor with every movement of the seated. It was dark, with toned-down lights and hazy smoke to buffer the rays for the hung-over. The speaker system was nothing booming, but was enough to be heard over conversations.

To the left, about fifteen feet away, there was a primitive and quasi-alien pool table, with different patterns making up similarities between solid and stripe. Some were mesh, some torn, some flame designed, but the basics of the game remained.

At the far end of the bar, though, he sat, not drinking, but a frothy beer waiting to be downed in a single gulp. He hunched over, his tail actively swinging to the beat of the music, but otherwise, he was completely preoccupied by his dilemma and that was obvious.

?What did that mug ever do to you??

Arano looked up sharply, unsure of just exactly who addressed him. He was greeted to a familiar face, one he had seen in many situations, often at night and with vivid shadows to cover a cringe of a mixture of pain and pleasure.

She stood only three inches over five feet, and was thinly muscled to the point where she was vastly underestimated in terms of strength. With full curves and an exotic scent, she was dressed in a simple outfit consisting of a light blue shirt that fit tightly against her well-formed torso, and black combat pants. She wore no scouter, no gloves or gauntlets, and simple boots, more akin to shoes than anything combat worthy.

Most noticeably of all was her hair. The length of it came to her shoulder blades, but the top was flung back in dainty spikes. It was also striped, much like a tiger?s coat, but black and honeydew blond as opposed to orange or white. Her tail wagged playfully behind her, but it was the common brown, not following the radical change of pace as her mane.

Her name was Bianya, and she was known as Arano?s mistress.

?What??

Bianya chuckled, ?Are you deaf now, Arano? I said, ?What did that mug ever do to you???

Arano merely looked in a questioning manner, as if she was speaking in prose.

?You were staring at it hard enough to break it, Pet.?

Arano?s eyes darkened slightly at the nickname he loathed and refused to acknowledge his self by.

?I?ve got a lot on my mind right now,? he simply said, resuming his glare at his drink.

?No kidding??

Arano looked up again, his hard stare softening slightly at Bianya?s playful smile. She took one of his hands, which was limply resting against the countertop and began kissing his open palm softly.

?Listen, I?m off in an hour and a half. Right now I gotta make some more rounds,? she said, looking over his shoulder at one of the groups of battle worn Saiya-jins calling for more beers. ?But just wait a little, and we?ll?discuss?this further.?

She winked, and let go of his hand. He pulled it back slowly from its suspended position and brought it back to its original spot. He hardly noticed her and other barmaids running about, laughing, cheering, and breaking up the occasion scuffle. He continued to delve into his mind, thinking more and more of the current threat just over his head.

He did not notice the lights go off, he did not notice the music die out, and he did not notice his woman sigh as she rested on the stool next to him. He did not notice her calling his name several time.

He did, however, notice her tail, which suddenly seemed to appear, as it slowly slithered up the inside of his thigh, going back and forth in a very slow and light manner. He shook his head strongly, almost violently, coming out of his daze to find Bianya nibbling on his left ear.

?Not right now, girl.?

Bianya stopped, pulled back slightly to look at the side of his face, and for the first time, saw the worry in his eyes. Furthermore, he addressed her by the common reference he gave when she was out of earshot, so he was certainly serious.

?Oh, hey now, Arano,? she whispered, starting to get a little anxious herself. ?What is it??

He halfway chuckled once, more of a body spasm than a laugh, if even that much.

?I wish I could tell you. But, like more than most of the shit I tell you, it?s classified.?

?Well, if it?s like all the rest,? she said, coming closer, sliding her hand along the width of his chest. ?Then why can?t you just tell me??

He turned, a sad, almost sympathetic look in his eyes, and smiled gently.

?This one?s straight from the top,? he said, an almost happy tone in his voice. ?No bullshittin around with this one.?

Arano stood up, and took Bianya?s hand in his own, the hard gauntlet clicking against various bracelets and her nails.

?Ready to go?? he said, in a much cheerier voice that was obviously forced.

?Yeah, finished all the cleaning and booking,? she replied, playing along.

They exited the building, and stepped out into harsh, golden light. Arano looked up, issued a mighty ?Holy shit?, and threw Bianya on the ground, standing over her with his arms spread wide?

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?It appears as if the energy tide came from deep within outer space, from a previously undetected source. Officials say that the blast was a tactical strike to test the effectiveness of a large offensive against Vegetasei. Most of Varnga?s Red Light district is without power, and there is a large crater two miles wide in the center. We also received a report that Leading General Arano Karakkaze, the famous war hero of many deeds including the Resistance of Furiza, blunted the attack with a ki shield. We are told he was in fair condition and at his personal residence with no serious injuries.?

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?I can?t believe we didn?t pick up on it before,? Bardock said, at his mansion just outside of the capitol city, overlooking his vast hunting fields.

?That?s the problem,? Orin said, cross-armed and staring at the screen displaying the damage reports on the news. ?The scans at the National Army Headquarters were running, and fully.?

Bardock turned swiftly to his oldest son, a harsh look in his eyes.

?You mean to tell me someone conjured enough energy and launched it quickly enough to not only get past our deep-space sensors but to also break through a shield Arano himself put up??

Orin only nodded. ?Had to have. We would have detected it. For that much energy to be amassed, we could have gathered information on it from hundreds of thousands of miles away. This was either done faster than we can fire off a random energy wave, or gathered very slowly.?

?Okay, let?s assume it was gathered slowly, Orin,? Bardock said, now pacing in front of the sliding glass door that lead to the open air garden. ?Where was it stored? How did they gather it? How did they launch it so fast??

?I don?t know,? Orin said, shaking his head. ?But the fact of the matter remains, it was done with almost no charge time.?

??Jesus.?

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Well, there we go. The public at least now has some inkling of the danger at hand, but no specifics. I did this to give some of you who were not exactly resting at the head of a military committee could have something to base your next few actions on.

Enjoy.

[Raiha]

[font=times][COLOR=Purple][i]Evrada Cuidad knelt on the hardwood floor of her sparsely furnished room, hands nestled in her lap, resting between the curves of her thighs. Her eyes were tightly shut, and upon closer inespection, she wasn't merely resting. She was meditating. Her thick purple hair was pulled tightly back into a severe chignon and her breathing was so slow, a light glance at her would make you believe she wasn't doing any breathing at all.

Her clothing was dark, most of her body covered in a long cloak, and the only visible flesh was the skin of her face. A circular scar, a burn mark, etched into the center of her forehead, pulsed ever so slightly with her respiration. Anyone using a scanner would've found her power level resting at 500 on the dot. This unsightly and intensely low level was one of the reaons she had been employed in Master Karakkaze's house. Nothing about her hinted at threat, everything from her face to her body language seemingly exuded subservience.

But she didn't mind. Doormats lived much longer than the heros. Most heros anyway. And her current state was more stable than anything else she'd ever known. With her lower power levels, she was an easy target. Her mother blamed it on the fact that her deadbeat father wasn't a Saiya-jin like her. As well as she could guess, Evrada's father was a magic user of søme kind. The only explination for her thick purple hair and flat expressionless eyes. At least she had inherited the tail. It was her saving grace, the only thing that kept her from being totally pathetic.

She lowered her head ever so slightly and her power level shifted upwards slowly. It rose and fell in curves, measured curves, that she checked as part of muscle control. Her inner eye visualized the first time she had actually fought.[/i]

"Hey. Look what I found."

"What?"

"A hot little pussy."

[i]She was incessed, and fought like someone posessed. With steady movements, she evaded every blow from the two men attempting to rape her. Two knocks to the base of the skull with a knifeblade hand and one went down. The remaining man charged her only to be thrown off balance and into the alley wall. She picked him up once more and threw him again, this time out into the street. He didn't get up. Her mother was proud.[/i]

"But I killed them."

"That's good for you." [i]Maise Cuidad was overjoyed at her daughter's first kill. Evrada was indifferent.

And now, she rarely had to kill. She waited on Arano, her lord and master. Nothing exciting ever happened to her, and she liked it that way.[/i]

............

[i]Her eyes opened and her powe rlevel surged like her blood pressure, 300 volts, minimum. She had felt something, and it had snapped her out of her thoughts. Evrada stood, her robes swirling around her body. Then she climbed the staircase to what Arano and others called the "battlements." There she looked up with pupiless eyes.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[Yoda]

"The Planet isn't prepared for this enemy, son."

"Mentally..."

"What?"

"Mentally, we're not prepared. How can we be? We know so little of them. But every creature bleeds..."

"And you're certain of that Orin? You've taken a blade to their flesh and checked have you? Because if you have, please share any other findings you have with me, because I thought we were out on our asses here!"

Orin's eyes narrowed. Respect was something he had for his father, patience was not.

"Whatever it is... We can overcome it. You, of all people, should believe that father."

Orin took a step back and turned, lowering crossed arms to his sides. A strange tension hung in the air of Vegetasei, pungent in every room, and on every street. Almost... a fear, perhaps of the mystery of the threat, or the strength of it's first impression. Even his father had been sapped of confidence.

"Where are you going now?"

Orin gripped the door's metal handle, the chill of cool metal seeping through his glove. He raised his head slightly, inclining it to the right, though not so much as to make any direct contact towards his father.

"...For a drink."

He gently twisted the handle and opened the door. He stared into the hallway before him, crimson carpet centred between white panes of marble. Torches dotted the pristine white walls, allowing an acceptable degree of illumination.

"Orin..."

Orin stopped, halfway through the door. He turned, facing his father, and flicked his chin up, acknowledging him. Orin allowed himself a small sense of surprise, greeted by a grin on his father's face.

"You're going to war with your Dad soon... Make sure you're ready to kick some ass."

Orin returned the smirk.

"I was born ready."

Orin left the room completely, closing the door behind him as he did so. Bardock's grin faded, and he turned back towards the telescreen. He crossed an arm, placing his right hand on left bicep, and his left hand rested across his chin. The burden of responsibility had a way of dampening the most fiery of spirits.

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Mannix

[b]Age:[/b] 29

[b]Nickname:[/b] N/A

[b]Height:[/b] 5'7

[b]Weight:[/b] 162 lbs.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22158]Click Here[/url]

[b]Biography/History:[/b] Mannix's resemblance to the Saiya-jin Prince himself is no coincedence. It surely cannot be expected that a King with his own harem at his fingertips only ever produced a single spawn. Though carrying the Royal Blood, he is not treated as a Prince. On the contrary, he was raised by hired hands, living within the confines of the Royal Palace, and knowing he was the bastardized son of the King and half-brother of the Prince.

His relationship with the King, his true father, and the Prince are both fairly distant, but differ. His father was always busy, if not with work, then with the Prince. Once he was old enough to comprehend it, he gathered he was nothing but a third wheel in his father's life, if that. Everything he did for Mannix was indirect. He was fatherly enough to keep Mannix on the silver platter, but he was nothing but trimming for the main course. The Prince and he, on the other hand, have a more underlying respect for one another, having known each other since they were young.

He was raised around technicians, the best and the few. As such, his specialty came in here. It was not until his early twenties that he was able to secure a position in the said department, before then there was hardly any use for them. Saiya-jins were never known for their abundant technology. Up until then he did what any other Saiya-jin did: conquered and destroyed. As the Saiya-jin race gathered more technology, however, higher demand came for those who knew how to work with it. Mannix was a shoe-in. He started off merely in repairs, but soon worked up to research assisstant, tagging along on missions to negotiate with various races. During this stage he spent much of his time in space, and little of it on Vegetasei. He quickly became more of a consultant, in which his time was split fairly evenly between home and space. He was just as likely to send someone out to do the negotiating as he was to lead a small team himself. However, in the last few years he constantly proposed to his true father, the King of Vegetasei, to be head of Research & Development and to be appointed within the council of the Department of Technology. With the changing tides of the Saiya-jin race, and the plans Mannix had in store, he was eventually given the position.

Mannix is a strict and powerful warrior with complementary charisma. He leads his department with an iron fist, expecting nothing but the best from those under him, and with little tolerancy for those who fail.

[b]Signature Attacks:[/b]
? METEOR ASSAULT - Mannix releases a rapid, machine-gun-like succession of ki blasts each causing a concussive blast rather than an explosive. These can either be focused on one area, or randomly scattered. This is often followed up with a significantly weaker form of Meteorite that takes no where near as long to create, and travels much faster. It is formed the same way as a Meteorite, but he pretty much just throws the initial ball as opposed to feeding it a lot more energy.

? MARIONETTE - This technique first requires that Mannix be touching his opponent, but shortly thereafter the victim finds themselves encased in a spherical barrier of ki. Mannix can then pull "strings" of energy out and use them to whip his opponent around and beat him mercilessly. With each hit and force of strain the barrier takes, unstable ki builds within the barrier and clings to the victim. The more unstable energy that builds up, the more it hurts the victim when the barrier is struck. When Mannix wills it, the unstable ki is explodes as the barrier implodes, and the victim feels a torturous pain as though he is being both pulled apart and crushed simultaneously. This technique can also be a team effort. If an ally, or friend of the victim in a saving attempt, pulls in the opposite direction, the victim also feels as though he is being pulled in various directions. With enough effort, the stress of being pulled in either direction can trigger the explosion as well.

? FOREVER ZERO - Forever Zero is original in that it strikes from below, and is Mannix's fastest technique in terms of attack speed (regarded as instantaneous, though it just moves and happens faster than most can follow), though it requires some charge time. It is created as a ball of ki no bigger than an average marble at the end of Mannix's fingertip. Then, in an instant, an area spanning miles in diameter erupts in a pillar of flash and blaze. Those caught within suffer its incinerating power, and those who survive it would be buried in rubble. He has never really used this in combat, but originally used it for levelling cities while conquering planets. Instead of blowing everything up, he would let it burn and crumble. So it is relatively weak in comparison to other techniques since it was only ever meant to destroy large areas of land. (similar to the move Nappa uses when he first lands on earth, except over a much wider area)

? METEORITE - Mannix's most powerful attack, and as such, it is the only one capable of destroying a planet if he wishes to take the time putting that much energy into it. Its formation begins closing his hands into the prayer position where a furious aura engulfs him and his hands are pushed shoulder-width apart as a ball of energy forms between them. During this time the ball throbs, trying to grow bigger, but Mannix presses it to its more compact size for easier control. At the end of all this, he holds it to his side (like a Kamehameha), letting go with one hand shortly before thrusting the ball forward where it instantly increases 100-fold in size and begins its descent. It is very slow moving, but causes devastating damage. Its first contact with the ground sends a powerful, planetary shockwave; causing earthquakes and tidal all across the lands. It then detonates in a gargantuan, exponentially expanding dome, leaving nothing but a crater.

[b]Weapon:[/b] N/A

[b]Power Level:[/b] 50,000[/size]

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Two towering doors slid open to a deep command room lined with many Saiya-jin adamantly working at various stations. They were all rather frantic given the recent event that struck part of Vernga, but as Mannix stormed in everything hushed; all attention was on him.

"The moment I found out who let that pass our sensors, our defences, and into our city: I'll have his tail!" he declared, his voice blasting clearly throughout the room.

Not a second later, all scurried back to their work, now at a faster, more panicked, pace. While they knew Mannix would not literally claim the tail of any Saiya-jin under him, he was infamous for being quite harsh to those who failed him. Without another word, Mannix gave one more look around the room, and left.

He strode through the hallways with an enraged presence as he began making his way to the lowest levels of the facility. A research assisstant came his way, stopping as he passed by expecting Mannix to acknowledge, but only embarrassed himself. He scurried to catch up with the furious commander.

"Sir, I've received word from Defense that several of our deep-space sensors within the area of the blast are out of commision," he said, "and others were knocked out of their strategic position."

Mannix turned sharply, pressing the bottom of two buttons on the adjacent wall. He made no eye contact with the assisstant.

"I was on my way to inform my superior, but I saw you here on the way."

Mannix sighed, irritated.

"And what do you expect me to do about it? Hmm?" he snidely inquired. "You've wasted time here, and offended me with your presence." A single door slid open to an elevator in which Mannix then entered, still barely acknowledging the underling. "Go report this to your damned superior. It is his job to take care of that."

The elevator door closed. Mannix slid open a side panel and punched in a code, and he began his descent. He stood unmoving the entire trip.

The elevator stopped, the door slid open and Mannix strode out, now with a calmer pace. He made his way through the corridors, these ones darker than usual. He stopped in front of a large, garage-like door. Behind it was one of many generator rooms, in which powered most Vernga. He turned, approaching a normal door to his left, knocked once, and entered. The room was the size of a large office, with one large computer terminal, recording the current condition of every generator in the aforementioned room. For Saiya-jin technicians stood in front of the screen. Some pointing towards a certain area on the wall-monitor on which a line of icons were blinking, others were discussing. Mannix stood just inside the doorway for a few seconds until one took notice.

"Oh! Sir." This caught the attention of the others. "Four generators are down. I sent some men to try and activate back-up power for the affected district, and there is a repair crew in there now trying to figure out how exactly to get these main generators in working order again." He motioned to the four blinking icons on the screen. "Other than that, I am not sure what to think of any of this."

"Good work." Mannix nodded. "Send five teams out to the affected area of the Red Light District. I want a full report on the effects this energy wave had on us. Meanwhile, the people upstairs are trying to figure out where the hell that thing came from, and who the hell sent it here."

The technicians nodded in acknowledgement.

"And tell the teams I will be there shortly. I have to make a stop before I head over there myself."

---

The latch of the large, polished doors clicked before being pushed open. The guard motioned Mannix inside, and closed the door behind him. At the far end of the room, the Prince of all Saiya-jins stood facing away, staring out his wall-wide window. There was a brief moment of silence, both stood in wait for the other.

"Mannix ..." Vegita lowered his head a bit, but kept his gaze outside.

Mannix stepped further into the room and placed his fingertips firmly on the flat of Vegita's desk, leaning only slightly forward. Vegita released a sigh as he turned from the window, taking a small step away from it and facing his half-brother. They stood sturdy, looking at each other eye-to-eye. After a moment, Mannix took a seat in the guest chair.

"Four generators are down, with a repair team already working on them," Mannix reported. "We have men out to get back-up power activated for the Red Light District. I sent several teams out to the district for a full damage report -- I will be going there myself shortly. And we just received word from Defense that several of our deep-space sensors are either out of commision and/or knocked out of their strategic locations. There should be men working on remedying that as we speak, as well."

Vegita paced forward, placing one hand on the back of his chair for a moment before taking a seat himself.

"You know you don't have to report directly to me," he informed.

"I hardly have to report anything to you. I seize my chances when I get them," Mannix responded.

Vegita leaned in to his computer and continued about his work for a few seconds, entering a figure here and there, before leaning back in his chair once more casting a lethargic eye at Mannix.

"What's [i]really[/i] going on here?" Mannix asked as he folded his arms across his chest. "Our sensors have picked up nothing abnormal since Furiza, but apparently someone out there still wants us destroyed and seems to already have a far more efficient way of doing than Furiza ever did. I do not always know know what is going on, but I [i]do[/i] know of anyone on this planet, there is no other person who would know except you."

"And Father," Vegita responded, almost as though it were reflex.

Mannix rose abruptly from his chair, placing his fingers firmly on the flat of the desk, leaning in only slightly. Vegita just looked up at him straight-faced.

"The Technology Department and the Defense Department are probably the most intertwined of any two areas under the reformations," Vegita stated. "If you are going down to the Red Light District, you will most likely run into Arano Karakkaze. Let him tell you if he chooses, but good luck."

Mannix stood upright, taking his hands of the desk. Vegita rose from his head and faced his half-brother. He nodded. Mannix pivoted 180 degrees and walked directly out the door.

[Chaos]

In the dark, early hours of the new day, the residence that easily took up a standard city block on the outskirts of Varnga and overlooked a dense forest complete with a small waterfall running into a manmade river. Nary a light was on, and all was quiet. On the third floor, the main rooming floor, a figure could be seen within, shuffling back and forth, making with precise, practiced movements of somewhat ritual acts.

Arano moved in complete silence, dressing himself like he always did. He already had his combat pants and boots on, and he was not tightening his grip within his left gauntlet when the one spot outside his door creaked. He had asked specifically for that when the floorboards were laid, so that he would always have some form of notice if someone were creeping about. But today was no exception to the norm; he hurried over, though, and opened the swinging door easily. There stood Evrada, still as ever, but in a manner, like always, that seemed lithe.

She carried an elegant tray, platinum and silver carvings depicting a scene of battle, with various foods arranged neatly and orderly on crystal plates. A large steak, scrambled bird's eggs, milk of an alien version of a cow, assorted fruits...

Arano took a step back, not beckoning her to enter but not dismissing her right away. Instead, he talked, while still getting dressed in his standard armor.

"I don't have time for breakfast today, Evrada," he said quietly, glancing at his large four-post canopy bed briefly before affixing his right gauntlet. "Why don't you have it? You took the time to cook it, so why not enjoy it for once?"

She said nothing in response, only looked at him through the gray morning. He had several large cuts going down his back, and many burns along his arms and shoulders. The backs of Arano?s hands were scraped raw from when he had to push debris from over himself and Bianya. There was also a noticeable gash along the ridge of the right side of his jaw. Yet he moved and acted like there was nothing to complain about. Just more scars with more stories to explain them.

"Also, I'd like for you to look after Bianya. I don't expect her to be wandering around much, but if you could just help her out if she needs it that would be a big help," he said, quietly, remaining a respectful tone, regardless that he did not need to ask his handmaiden to fulfill a request. "But don't spoil her or anything. I'll leave it to your good judgment."

As he finished slipping his armor over his chest, and attached the waist guards to the bottom ridge, he turned to walk around to the far side of his bed.

"That will be all, Evrada. I am needed in the city."

She bowed her head slightly, and disappeared as silently as she arrived, closing the door in her wake.

Arano looked at his mate as she slept, and could not help but smile and notice that she barely had but a few scratches all over. Arano had focused most of the energy of his shield directly over himself, and when the blast exploded, he scooped up Bianya in his arms to act as a barrier. Still, the shockwave from the explosion took a lot out of her. He raised the silken covers to above her shoulders, and she mumbled something while lost in a dream.

With a serious manner about him down, he opened the doorway, a thin door with a frosted glass pane, to the balcony and took off into the air, a blazing red aura forming over his body and leaving a comparatively sparse trail as he headed for Varnga.

--

[center][b]Six hours after initial explosion.[/b][/center]

Wretched ruins reached up with burnt steel fingers into the morning air, begging for one last glimpse of the suns, the previous glory of seedy urban life vanished to a mere memory. Craggy cement littered the dipped crater, twisted metal scattered like leaves in the wind, and bodies were unceremoniously buried under heaps of slag.

The cries and moans of the living served as a siren to their presence; though most were far too gone to do anything but wither. Fires still raged, sending thick black smoke into the heavens. The destruction encompassed ten miles, the shockwave going five times further than the actual dome of pure, uncontrolled energy that vaporized most resistance on contact.

The power supply had been cut to the downtown sector of Varnga, to prevent any mass shortages in the areas whose stability was not confirmed. Bare wires hung in the air, subject to any passing object or the wind. Underground cables were fried, and many household appliances and networked systems went with them inside the affected area.

"Goddammit."

Arano sighed as he tromped along the edge of the crater, looking at the devastation that encircled him. A line of city officials followed him be some paces, with their own hoards of lackeys relaying and blasting off with information about certain disruptions.

One, however, seemed above the rest, walking past at a rate not uncommon for one who busied himself with his own work. The crowd parted for him, his facial expression enough to make most warriors flinch. It was Mannix, making good on his word about visiting the site personally.

Arano turned, hearing the change in steps behind him, and allowed a small smirk to come onto his face.

"Mannix, my good man, how are you on this fucking lovely day?" Arano asked, flashing a very fake smile that did not belie his fury.

"Arano," was the only response he got.

The Leading General turned to continue his walk, and Mannix seemed to instantly be along side him, arms behind his back, in an almost stately manner.

"To what honor do I owe this conversation, Mannix? Surely, it can't be because I didn't invite you out for a beer last night?" Arano muttered, not bothering to make with the formalities.

"I came to supervise the replacement and repair of several deep space scanners, and to talk with you as well," Mannix replied, calmly laying out the bait.

"To me? What could you possibly want with me, of all people?" was the obviously false coy retort.

"I understand you must be enraged right now, Arano, but do not make this difficult," Mannix warned, eyes darkening with limited patience. "I want certain answers, and you can tell me."

"Like what?" Arano snapped.

"Like what did this. Like what's forcing me to be out here at this time in the morning. Like what killed thousands of Saiya-jins at approximately nine past midnight," Mannix growled, his voice growing in intensity as he continued.

Arano just sighed. He stopped soon after, causing everyone behind him to as well, as to not impose on the obviously ill tempered Leading General. He stared outward over the destruction, shaking his head slowly and clenching his fists to the point his gauntlets creaking in protest. He gently relaxed his squeeze, and turned back to Mannix, a calmer air overcoming him. He looked down at his fellow Saiya-jin, being almost a foot taller.

"There will be a meeting at my personal residence tonight, at six. Others will be invited. Call it a press conference if you wish. I will answer any questions you have then. But for right now, I have to check in with the Defense Department."

Arano extended his right hand towards Mannix, who repeated the gesture. They shook once, a casual salute if anything, before Arano slowly ascended into the air. After gaining a bit of altitude, he shuttled off into the sky above.

[Yoda]

Orin's eyes flicked open, the intensity of the Sun's glare coursing through the Eastern wall of Orin's chambers, which were made entirely of glass, immediately forced him to squint and raise an arm in a dreary protection. Grunting, he tossed his blanket from his form, and slowly sat up. His head thumped like the skin of a drum, nauseating his vision. Responsibility for that was the bottle of empty spirits that now lay in pieces on the floor beside him.

Orin stood up, and moves to the South East corner of his room. Both the South and East walls of his room were made entirely of glass, and looked out over an expanse of his grounds. He approached, wearing nothing more than a pair of scruffy shorts, and pressed a button next to one of the glass panes. They parted at the middle, allowing him to walk out onto the balcony.

He stepped onto the thick oak floor on the balcony, and was immediately struck be a crisp wind that flicked through his grounds, subtled by the radiance of the sun, which warmed his being, and numbed the severity of his hangover. He placed both hands down, gripping the banister at the balcony's edge, leaning on it, as he stared out over the field below. The grass swayed like a mild sea under the influence of the wind, and the meandering stream at the centre gleamed and glistened below the Sun. Closing his eyes, he let the sweet scent of the morning fill his nostrils. Normally Orin enjoyed mornings like this, it seemed to make everything glorious. Now, however, it just seemed like the calm before the impending storm.

[CENTER]---------------------------------------------[/CENTER]

Orin, now fully dressed, moved into the kitchen. He was greeted by the smell of warm bread and meat. Several chefs shuffled about busily, one or two acknowledging Orin with a nod if they crossed his path. Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his shoulder. He turned, and saw his father, with his hand pressed on Orin's shoulder guard. With a flick of his head, Bardock beckoned Orin to follow him in to the other room.

Orin followed into his father in to a small lounge. The room was very simply designed. There was a window at the far wall, hung with elegant scarlet curtains, matching the rug in the centre of the room. On the rug was a simple oaken table, on which was a decanter filled with a deep brown liquid, and several small crystal glasses, all on a silver tray. Parallel to the table on both sides were large leather couches, deep brown in colour.

Bardock took a seat on the far couch that faced the door. Orin took a seat on the one opposite. Bardock raised the decanter, and slowly poured a drink into one of the glasses. He held the drink out towards his son, who, with a slight flinch and a memory of the night before, raised his hand in refusal. Bardock shrugged, and downed the drink in one fluent movement. As he poured another, he began to speak.

"Arano has called for a meeting..."

"Took him long enough. When?"

"6 o'clock tonight. His place."

"Okay. What time is it now?"

"Just past midday..."

"Damn."

That meant Orin had slept late again. When Orin was caught up in spaces of peace, he seemed to turn to drink. It was the void of battle that he was trying to fill, and it was becoming increasingly worse.

"Orin?"

"Yeah..."

"Go get some training in... Get you over that hangover. You look like a fucking mess."

Orin smirked, and released a snigger. Bardock stood up, and tapped his son on the shoulder guard as he left. Orin admired the room for a second, then stood, and moved back towards the kitchen. A chef moved past him as he entered, and Orin placed a firm grip on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Bring some food to my room."

The chef nodded, a slight terror in his eyes. Many of these chef's had been with Bardock's family since Orin was a young boy, who had always found great pleasure in terrorizing the servants. Now, as an adult, he engulfed the tiny framed servants, who now feared his size, and his power.

He walked from the kitchen, and past him walked a young woman, clad only in a thin gown. Orin watched her as she passed, hair messed from what must have happened the night before, and she smiled awkwardly at him as she passed. There always seemed to be some women in the mansion. Young, powerful, wealthy young men such as the son's of Bardock were never seemed to have trouble finding women. This one must have belonged to Raditz. Orin shrugged it off, and made his way back towards his chambers.

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The breakfast was dispersed to hungry servants who rarely were allowed such a treat. Evrada ate her customary breakfast of fruit and a glass of milk. Nothing more was required. Her metabolism was so slow, all she needed was one meal a day. So eating heavy solid food like her master had suggested, would slow her down for a week, and she prefered to be constantly able to move quickly when asked to.

Bianya woke some time later and requested a lunch. Evrada complied quietly enough, putting together a slightly lighter version of Arano's breakfast. The handmaiden, and quite frankly, the servant's director stood to attention while the lady ate, her face empty of any expression. It was as if she had no emotion in her.

She took the tray when Bianya signaled she was done and returned quietly with ointment and light bandages. Bianya waved them away dissmisively.[/i]

"I'm fine. Nothing on me needs attention."

"Arano told me to take care of you."

"I'm not a child, I'll be just fine. Now go. Do something else."

"Yes Ma'am."

[i]Evrada, thus dismissed, left the room and returned the medical supplies. Mission thus fufilled, she returned to her room and removed her outer cloak. Then she slid off her boots, her earrings, and the chain at her waist. Her spare, form fitting shirt and pants followed. Once suitably naked, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the bath house. As soon as she was there, Evrada cranked on the hot water to an almost unberable temperature.

Once the steam was filling the room, she imersed herself in water and closed her eyes. The steam followed the motions of her hands, tracing themselves in whatever patterns she chose. Once done, she stepped out and dried herself off very slowly. Warm water always slowed her down.

In her room, she picked out a slightly more formal outfit. Flared black pants, a slender blouse that clung to her curves, and the chain was flipped around to show the decorative pattern along th e small rings. Her cloak was exchanged for something lighter and easily pinned at the shoulder. Thus attired, she sat and waited for Arano to return. The meeting tonight would require her to serve dinner or desert at the very least.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Chaos]

[QUOTE=maki_hitokiri]Well, I was wondering if it is not to late to join the party, of course a bio would be helpful please look over it and tell me what you think.

The only problem that may occur is that Burdock( Japanese name setting) was killed shortly after Frieza's attack along with King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta was on another planet doing grunt work..However seeing that this is probally alternate from the orginal works I will have my own created character somewhat adjecent to the orginal.

Name- Ryoko
Gender- Female
Relation- One of the kings royal guards, Ryoko was the older and far more elite of her brother Broli. However after reaching an amazing potential Ryoko was cast aside rather than killed for her help in assisting the King and Prince. Landing on Planet Yarjdrad ( Where Goku learned Instant Transmission) Ryoko took over awaiting the call to be at her beloved Prince's side when he needed her.

Power level- Ryoko has a standerd Sayi-jinn power level at starting, however she can reach to that of 120,000,000,000 like that of her brother.

Fullest reached form- Ryoko has reached the form of True Super Sayi-jinn level two surpassing her Brother and those around her.

Special Moves- Hikari So Nan ( Light Of death) A standered Ki attack to that of the Galic Gun

Hitokiri sho ten- (Dark Assassin Wave)- A more heavy ki attack consisting of two large Tiger heads forming of energy at the tip of each palm and then cascading down onto the opponet like a Spirt Bomb

Fininshing Move- Bi Hiten Ryu sho ton-(Onyx Heaven Dragon from Darkness)- Quite like the big bang of Final Flash this move is alomost life consuming, It takes an opponets anger as well as her own, and combines it with energy of hate and despair and sends it forth upon the opponet with her whole body acting as the conduit for i\the move itself enabling Ryoko to attack with agility strength and power

Appearence- Ryoko is 5'6 with short spiky hair that
is tinted brown almost like Vegeta's, She has violet eyes that look almost black, Two scars are quite visiable one on her left cheek like a cross, this was given to her by Prince Vegeta in a formal battle of wits and power. On her left arms are another pair of scars quite like an x as well which also were given to her by Vegeta. Her outfit is a tight black body suit except for the sayin shoes and the scouter which she wears at her waste broken by the velocity of her might. Around her neck is a single chain that was given to her by the royal family showing her rank and her power.[/QUOTE]


*clears throat*

Does the term 'logic' mean anything to you?

If you had taken more than five seconds to be familiar with the system of RPGs, you would have looked in the Adventure Inn for the sign-up thread before even formulating that poor sheet. Then you would also find that I had requested that people post their applications there, and then, if I felt they had put forth enough effort, I would allow them to join my workings.

If you had made it that far on your own, you would then understand that RPGs have limits, boundaries, and that you pretty much destroyed the ones implimented here.

Yes, this is an alternate universe of the Dragonball/Z manga. No, you are not welcome. You have wasted not only my time, but yours as well.

There were no power levels stated after Trunks' appearance on Earth. Akira Toriyama felt they limited his ability to let the fights flow. And if Burori, or Brol[b]l[/b]i, can be defeated [read, defeated, not killed], by three Super Saiya-jins [again, read, [b]Saiya-jins[/b], not Sayi-jinns or Sayin], I don't think he has a power level of one hundred twenty billion.

Not to mention females can't go Super Saiya-jin at all, not even to speak of the "true" Super Saiya-jin Two level.

How did your character suddenly surpass the Legendary Super Saiya-jin with no real fights?

Oh, and just so you know, Bardock's Japanese name is "Baadakku."

Please, do not post again within anything I create. That last message of yours was a mockery of any form of intelligent writing.

[Guest Skye Strife]

OOC: Sorry for the delayed entrance, been a little busy with school along with a few things back on another board. As for the italics, they're all lyrics to a song. I feel that including them helps me to organize my thoughts and the creativity to flow a LOT easier, but that's just me >.>

Song: Slipknot- Three Nil

IC:

[i]Chaos, is just the beginning[/i]

Descending light, a flare of white hues to evanesce and reveal the bulk of the meteorite concealed within: a large scale energy wave fixated on The Red Light District in Varnga: a compilation of gathered energies thrown into a singular ki wave and directed towards Vegetasai by an unknown force.

This force, the veiled monstrosities within the depths of space's refuge, sent the attack; the lust and greed for battle apparent in the sudden attack that now beat its way into the planet, devestating miles of the once suburban metropolis of Varnga. These creatures, for all their inabilities with ki, had been underestimated.

[i]Every promise I made I'm rescinding[/i]

Rising cries. A mournful outbreak; an epidemic of sobbing desperation as the victims struggled to regain their senses and cope with the damages. Even now, hours after the initial collision, the horror continued: disoriented Saiya-jin's assembled around leveled structures, orphaned children running amuck in a futile search for parents that were sure to be dead: why else did they not converge on their offspring's power signatures?

Skye descended slowly, wind whipping what little hair he kept violently as he neared the closest clearing. What was once a prominent hotel was now reduced to mere rubble, a pile of steel and stones still smoldering from the blast: a panic stricken neighborhood of muddled residents and would-be emergency workers.

[i]Stab the knives in the middle of the monster [/i]

Quiet approach. Muffled footsteps: feet padding softly along the scorched grass and razed pavements. A torrent of readings flooded the small green window of his scouter; tendrils of ki rising to evaporate in the atmosphere. Weary emerald eyes absorbed the sight for what it was- the first acts of war, a new dawn for killing and bloodlust that could quite possibly spell the end of the Saiya-jin race.

If the Royal Family had yet to consider these aliens a formidable force, then this surely would uncloud their judgement. A pre-emptive strike of this magnitude would alert the humblest of strategists, let alone a band of the strongest warriors on the planet, if not the universe.

[i]I'm getting tired of drowning in concern[/i]

Charred landscape, smoking rubble, carbon ashes the only remains of once powerful fighters. Something must be done. The hand of power must be uplifted and taken under their wing for surely something capable of amassing such a large amount of ki, let alone without it being detected, was worthy of notation.

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The silver clock on the mantel chimmed twice, and Evrada descended down the stairs, her clock floating behind her as if on a cloud. The servants followed behind. Serving women, nakai, she had hand picked for this job, all were competent, at least somewhat good looking, and all uniform. All had the same brand on their forehead, the mark of the servant, all had their hair tightly pulled back into a severe knot. Their clothes mimiced hers, all that was lacking were the guaze cloak.

Evrada signalled and each of them went out into the dinning room. A flurry of cleaning and dusting broke out, one that would make any house keeper glow with pride. Featherduster in hand, Oima, one of the best nakai approached Evrada.[/i]

"What's on the agenda for this evening? Just so everyone knows."

[i]Evrada didn't reply at first, running through the whole scenario in her head. Arano had told her before, but she wanted it to be perfect this evening. Any fault would fall on her head. After all, she was the supervisor responsible for the 15 nakai that would serve the 20 odd guests, heads of state, and such. Their beloved Prince, Vegeta, would be present.[/i]

"We will be serving at least 20 guests, Prince Vegeta included. We're going to do a full course meal and dessert. Dinner's menu has been handed to the chef."

"Which is?"

"Sirloin steak, ribs, potatoes, sugar snap peas, asparagus, broccoli, mustard greens. Fresh bread, gouda, cheddar, plums, honeyed strawberries, cherries, and probably some dates if they're still in season. I've told the cellarkeeper to broach a barrel of ale. The wine will be opened to breathe at 5, and the beer is on tap in the kitchen. Water, tea, and coffee are there, but I doubt that'll be in much demand."

"And our dessert? Something that's probably going to be flashy right?"

"Cherries jubilee. It's always a crowd pleaser."

"What in Kami's name are we going to do with all the leftovers?"

"Feed the hungry. As if they won't dissapear if Arano gets hungry in the later evening. I predict at least one of the guests will show up or ask me for anything left over later."

"True that. I'll pass it on."

"Good then. Tell the girls to remain calm please. I'll handle both our master and the Prince."

[i]Oima nodded and glided away, her functional shoes barely making a noise on the hardwood floor. Evrada opened a drawer on the credenza and pulled out a linen and damask table cloth, something old and grand. She stood at the head of the table and opened it wide with a loud snap. Another nakai caught it at the foot of the table and the two centered it. Oima and her attendents entered from the kitchen door with utensils, napery, and plates. Another two followed with goblets and center pieces.

Evrada supervised it all, nodding quietly. The scribe came down with the name cards and she directed where each guest was to sit as well, Arano at the head, Vegeta to his right, and so on and so forth. Once everything was in place, the nakai all retired to the main kitchen. There the cooks served a light dinner of rice and fresh vegtables to everyone. Tea and water were served, but nothing heavy. Evrada forbade the eating of anything that would slow the staff down.[/i]

"Ladies, as you know our Prince will be present tonight. You don't need to be told this twice, but I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. Remember the training, and for Kami's sake, please don't do anything to embarrass me. If you do, I promise you won't eat for a month. Any questions?"

[i]The nakai responded with a negative. Evrada smiled and dismissed them to wait in various places. Some with platters of apetizers and drinks were waiting in the living room, others stood at entrances to doors, waiting to give directions when the guests arrived. Evrada checked her reflection in a mirror, then looked at the clock and waited patiently.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[PiroMunkie]

Mannix looked down upon the Red Light District - or, more so, what [i]was[/i] the Red Light District of Varnga - from his lofty position above the city, arms folded firmly across his chest. He had stabilized himself up there for the last couple hours, keeping himself in one spot after finding Arano Karakkaze so that the teams he sent out could find him for their reports. All had come by him by this time. His initial reports of the blast did not include such a massive shockwave. What he originally thought was a matter of two miles had quickly become realized as ten. There were so many rescue squads and volunteers scouting the area for any form of life, putting out fires, and grounding the live wires. Who or whatever did this sure got Vegetasei in a dither.

"I have never seen our people in such a weak state," Mannix muttered to himself. "I am sure Defense is having the time of their lives right now."

Mannix checked his scouter for the time. He still had a few hours before he would attend Karakkaze's meeting, which he was actually looking forward to for more purposes than just learning of what has caused this mayhem. There is always a meal more than fitting for any Saiya-jin.

Apparently someone was closing in on his position, as well, but of negligible power in comparison to his own. He removed his scouter and clipped it to the belt of his armor as a Technical Assisstant (TA) showed up at his side.

"Sir, I have further report about the conditions of our deep-space sensors," stated the TA. He was ignored, it took a while before it sunk in as to why. He lowered his head briefly, and moved around to the front of Mannix.

"When you talk to me ..." started Mannix.

"... talk to me eye-to-eye," finished the TA. "I apologize, I forgot."

Mannix switched his attention to the TA, who was now abiding by the 'golden rule' Mannix forced upon those under him. Only those he feels he can trust does he ever allow to stand at his side, those he sees as equals.

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to tell me why you are here?" Mannix sternly inquired.

"Right," responded the TA, "the sensors of deep-space that were knocked out of their strategic position are now back in place. Getting all of the ones which were knocked out of commission back in order, however, is going to be a more difficult task."

Mannix sighed. "Enlighten me as to why."

"Simply put, the damage done cannot be fixed from here," informed the TA, "we need to send people out to fix them by hand."

Disgust came across Mannix's face. He really felt like tearing that TA apart at this moment, or anyone for that matter. "How many are out of commission?"

"Fourteen."

"Send teams of three out to each one," Mannix ordered. "... Go!"

The TA took off. Mannix remained, furious, but keeping his cool in front of those under him has always been an ethic of his. He clenched his fists tightly, and unfolded his arms. His chest expanded as he took in all the air he could, and held it for a moment, arching his back ...

A primal scream bellowed over the Red Light District. Mannix erupted in a chaotic, white aura. He held it for a few seconds then let it disperse, immediately rocketing off to his own establishment until it was time to give Karakkaze a visit at his conference.

[Yoda]

[CENTER][B]National Army HQ, Eron Base: Outskirts of Varnga
Three house prior to meeting.[/B][/CENTER]

Orin stared out over a concrete field; one of the many drill areas within the compound. Before him, hundreds of Saiya-jin soldiers stood in rows, braced in a fixed vertical position, awaiting his orders. Orin's demeanour was harsh, disciplinary, one who was on a mission that required no slacking, or it would certainly fail.

"Pair off!" Orin boomed.

Instantly, every Saiya-jin turned respectively to their left of right, so that every man or woman now directly faced another. Their beings suddenly oozed a tense excitement. They all knew what was coming...

"Assume levels!"

Now, the soldiers took off with their partners into different levels of the sky, allowing them more room for the task. The floor alone would certainly have been too crowded. A sergeant was assigned to observe each level, making sure no-one slacked.

"Assume battle stances!"

A vast array of hand gestures and arm/leg positions was adopted by each solider. Cocky or focused faces stared back at their oncoming opponents. Orin looked over them, feeling as the Ki in the area began to swell.

"Begin!"

Instantaneously, bodies collided in a mesh of fists and feet thrown at their mirror being. Orin watched, arms folded over his chest, eyes flicked constantly among the combatants. One of his sergeants remained at his side. He keyed in a few buttons on the data pad in his hand, then looked towards Orin.

"How long are they going for?"

"...Until midnight."

"Midnight?! But, that's nine hours!"

Orin turned his head towards his Sergeant with a scowl, signalling that questioning his orders was something he should not try again. The Sergeant?s concerned demeanour quickly changed to one of reservation.

"Ugh... are we allowing them any breaks?"

"No. If they stop, it will be because they're dead."

The Sergeant nodded once, then took in a deep breath as he turned back towards the sparring. He noted that the Saiya-jins were going all out already, expending tremendous amounts of energy. If they knew how long they were fighting for, they would not be so wasteful with their energy reserves. Still glancing up at his soldiers, Orin commented:

"Prepare the recuperation chambers... We'll need them."

"Umm... If I may ask Sir, why are we pushing them so hard? Has it anything to do with the attack on the Red Light District?"

Orin turned his head again, imitating the same scowl he had displayed earlier.

"That it not for you to know, Sergeant."

"Apologies, Sir."

Orin turned back towards the fighting. Already the combatants had kicked up a healthy amount of debris and dust, which whipped about the training area, dampening fields of vision. Already, the concrete floor they had previously been standing on had been reduced almost to rubble.

From the dust, a screaming yellow beam of Ki emerged, heading straight for Orin's being. Otherwise motionless, he swatted the beam away into the sky behind him. He looked at his glove, which now was slightly scorched. Such accidents were to be expected when you stood around in a spar such as this.

Satisfied now, a rich blue aura sparked and ignited around Orin, and shortly there after he cannoned off without a word to his Sergeant?s. His orders had been issued, and they would be carried out, he need say no more.

[Chaos]

Hushed voices mingled as jumbled conversations wandered the air. Within the estate's parlor, taking up a good portion of the second floor, a collection of some of the most important men in power awaited. Those most noted among the gathering were apart from the larger groups; Vegita and Mannix stood close enough to be seen together, but not necessarily literally so; Bardock, Orin, and Raditz held a conversation within their loose triangle, each holding a stem glass of wine, keeping with the image of orderly appearance.

In detail, the parlor was large, the ceiling some fifteen feet high, with luxurious black leather couches and easy chairs dotted around the perimeter of the thirty by fifty room. There were extensively stocked bars on the north and south walls. Seven servants walked silently around, will full, platinum platters of either appetizers or pure crystal stem glasses of various liquor.

The hardwood floor was covered by an extensive and exquisite rug that came within ten feet to all of the walls; it was an oval shaped, handwoven masterpiece. On the west wall, there was a fireplace large enough to roast a bear within, and it roared with vigor.

There was a total of twenty-four men in the room, mostly high officials in the National Army and Defense Department. The actual War and Defense Council members themselves were not present, as they were busy with duties to ensure the progress of the preparations for invasion.

Vegita was the only noble present, and he wore the customary armor; long, flowing crimson cape with an Elite's armor bearing the Royal Emblem on the left pectoral cover. The members of the National Army were distinguished by their First Class status armor, no markings, and a navy blue shawl over the left shoulder. The Defense Department officials were similarly dressed, but with black shawls over their right shoulders.

Over the fireplace's mantle, a lush oaken clock chimed six times, a soft gong akin to a grandfather clock. Upon the last ring, the French double doors leading to the dining hall opened to reveal Arano with Bianya at his side.

He wore his traditional armor, with the battle flag shawl of the Defense Department over his right shoulder, but with blood red tribal scrolls imprinted as opposed to the solid black. His scouter was nowhere to be seen.

Bianya was radically different than what her work outfit portrayed her as. She wore a tight-formed spaghetti strap dress, a brilliant sky blue, with a side-split up the left leg. Her hair was tied back in a much more refined way than her teased, feathered look. Her ears were adorned by dangling sapphires, two gems, the free-hanging portion larger than the stud and suspended by a diamond-cased gold chain. Around her neck was a heavenly necklace of large diamonds and jades, in a web pattern that almost covered her shoulders.

"Gentlemen, good evening. I hope you are all well, considering the circumstances."

Arano looked around the room all eyes pointed decidedly at him and listen to the few that answered respectfully.

"Well, as you can plainly see, I am doing fine, so whatever rumors you may have heard, forget them," he said with a warm smile that seemed foreign. "I am here to tell the truth about the past night's incident. I welcome you all to my estate, and hope you will enjoy the dinner. I have been told it will be something to tell tales about by my staff. So, if you all would kindly follow me, you will find reserved seats for the each of you."

As he walked to the far end of the huge banquet table, he sat himself at the far crest, after easing Bianya to the seat to his left.

---

Just so we're clear, the shawls are to be thought of Raziel's before Kain tossed himinto the Abyss, not some fruity scarf. If you've never played the Soul Reaver series, do a Google image search for "Raziel" and you should be set.

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]As soon as the guests were seated, each nakai moved forward with pitchers, bottles, and platters. While the chefs, all four of them, laid out the meal, still covered in large silver platters, Oima, Evrada, and the rest of the staff saw to it that everyone had the drink they desired.

Evrada glided to Arano's place setting with a bottle of merlot in one hand and a pitcher of beer in the other. She raised one eyebrow in question, then watched her master's verbal signal. Accordingly she poured him a beer, then turned to Vegeta. He indicated and she poured again. Not a word was spoken. Merely a nod, a change in position. She worked quietly, setting everything out.

As soon as everyone's glass was filled, Evrada gave the signal to the nakai. They fanned out and opened the trays, the delightful scent of food wafting upwards, tantalizing each and every guest lucky enough to be attending. As if on wheels, they served each person accordingly, ample portions, and no skimping. Evrada handled her serving spoons dexterously, never faltering in her sure and steady movements.

Arano caught her eye later and asked a single question. She flashed a swift smile, then ducked into the kitchen to make sure her answer was right. The cooks greeted her with a customary hail, then went back to stirring various bubbling pots and pans. The head nekaban nodded, overseeing the final racks of ribs.[/i]

"How do they like the food? Did the steaks turn out alright?"

"They're eating like it's a famine. I've never known you to make a mistake."

"Good good. Does Master wish to know if we'll run out?"

"Yes, but I told him that was impossible. His hospitality is as lavish as his taste in servants."

"Good answer."

"I knew you wouldn't let me down. How's dessert coming along?"

"The congac is flaming nicely, but we're still filling trays."

"No rush. I get the feeling dinner is going to drag on uncomfortably long for our nakai."

"They're made of strong stuff, they'll live."

"Of course. Carry on, and excellent work."

[i]Evrada exited and re-entered the main dinning room. Nakai were skillfully passing platters around, shuffling places, refilling glasses, and adding to already well filled plates. Quiet conversation was sprinkled among everyone, although more were interested in eating than talking. She glided silently to her master's side and he shook his head ever so slightly. Prince Vegeta and Bianya were likewise in no need of extra service. Thus dismissed, she fell back and waited by the credenza quietly.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Chaos]

A faint smile came to my face when you replied.

Actually, in both the manga and anime it is explained that females cannot transform to any degree of Super Saiya-jin.

No, a name's a name. The Romanji literally comes out "Baadakku," so you're, again, wrong.

I never said power levels never existed, I said that none were ever stated after Trunks arrived and hacked Furiza apart. In either case, the movies were made and produced by Toei, so Akira Toriyama wouldn't really have control over Burori's power level. In fact, Toei producers themselves said Burori's power level was less than that of a USSJ2, but they contridict themselves in movie 10 when Gohan says Burori is just as strong as he was, but Gohan was more than twice as strong as he was before transforming to Super Saiya-jin 2.

Movie 13 was the Hildegarn, or, "Super Explosive Dragonfist! If Gokou can't do it, nobody can!!", 12 was the appearance of Gojita, "Rebirth of the Fusion! Gokou and Vejita!!". And the fact of the matter remains that Burori didn't die, since we did not see him in Hell, but we saw all of the other evil spirits roaming free on Earth. Burori was supposedly killed in 10, "Dangerous Partners! Super Warriors Never Rest!!", and we did not see him in 12. Thus, he did not die.

The Kanji spells out in Romanji as "Saiya-jin."

You fail. Do not post in this topic again, or I can promise you it will be the last time. If you want to continue to push your incorrect views, do so in a PM. Either way, I am, if for the only time in our argument, asking you nicely to please not post in this topic again. That's as simple as I can put it.

PS. I did not use a single curse word in my post dealing with you, so how did I "curse" you "out for" your "indifferences?" If my country is so hated, then why does your country and just about every other country look to us for help in a crisis? Please, just stop while you're ahead. And practice what you preach, as well. Keep YOUR mouth and SHOW some respect. If you want to yell at me, do it all you like, but not here.

As for everyone else, I apologize for taking up this space. I'll continue on the story later on, maybe tonight if I get the chance.

[Burori]

The wind started to breeze into the room causing the child within it to shiver while it attacked his naked skin. He was in a state of self consciousness. He was deep within a memory in the form of a dream. He was standing there looking up to a towering individual who more or less was one of the greatest Saiya-jins of their time. He was not only a powerful warrior or his idol but he was also his own brother. He looked at the man with a show of worry shining off his face. He spoke to the Saiya-jin with a soft and sad tone.

[B] ?Why do you have to go right now brother? Why go to a planet for from here??

?Gaul you know as well as I do if I go we can establish a strong base of operations further in the galaxy. With it the Saiya-jin race will span and become the greatest race in the universe.?

?But brother? What if something goes wrong? What if you are overwhelmed by the opponent? I don?t want you to go. You still haven?t taught me everything that you know.?[/B]

The man chuckled softly and placed his large palm on the child?s head. He smiled and spoke with reassurance.[B] ?Don?t worry Gaul. You are turning into a worthy fighter. I have taught you enough to learn how to improve all you have to do is believe and never I repeat ever give your opponent a chance. But if anything happens look for Arano he will help you out if anything seems dangerous?.?[/B]

[B]?What do you mean brother??

?I can?t say.?[/B]

The child then looked at him with a smile in return. [B]?Thank you Burori.? [/B] The image of his brother began to fade as he felt another gust of wind freezing his left shoulder. He awoke with an angered growl and looked at the window which was opened an inch enough to let the air in. Without thinking he aimed his inner pal towards the window and fired a ki blast at it creating a large hole to where the window once was. After the smoke subsided footsteps began to walk towards his chambers. A man entered wearing a white rope which covered his entire left side of his body. He looked at the child and smiled with a voice of authority.

[B]?Gaul. How many times have I told you to not blow up your walls??

?Sorry father?I don?t know what I was thinking.? [/B]

Gaul then gets up and reaches over for the suit of armor that his brother Burori gave him on his 16th birthday. He liked it the most since in it he was light and very flexible. On it was his insignia that he himself crafted on it which meant in their ancient writing meant ?Victory?. He put it on with no second thought and turned to pick up a black cloak which laid on his floor. He slipped that to cover his armor then placed the hood over his face. He turned to his father and spoke softly. [B]?I?m going out.?[/B]

His father nodded with approval and spoke softly before letting him go. [B]?Stay out of trouble.?[/B]

Gaul then left his chamber and entered the hall. It reached far down the path to the door but Gaul was fine with walking through it. As he did he looked at the portraits that resembled his family and Burori. He was proud to hold his title as his brother but he hated the people from bothering him when he turned at each corner all asking for an autograph. That is why he wore the hood to conceal his identity. He was unhappy with the lusts and cravings of his brother?s fans, as was their father.

[B]?Would the young master wish to have something to eat before leaving?? [/B] Asked a man who was standing nearby the door to the living room.

[B]?No thank you Grake I will just go out for a stroll.? [/B]
[B]
?Very well sir. Have a pleasant evening.?[/B]

Gaul then took a step into the dying world. The sun was on its course to set for the night but its rays blinded him only for a moment. He looked about to see many of the Saiya-jins out and about busy getting things done as fast as they could. He was quite the distance from his half brother?s home so he decided to take the faster way to travel, flight. He took off into the sky feeling the cool air on his cheeks and face. He looked about at the buildings and noticed one of the estates as Arano?s due to the reason it was one of the largest buildings on their planet other than that of Prince Vegeta?s and the King?s. He landed nearby the entrance but a guard stood out to block him.

[B]?Sorry kid but no one else is allowed.?

?What?s going on in there?? [/B] Gaul asked in curiosity.

[B]?Top secret.?[/B]

Gaul then let out a growl of disgust. No matter he knew other ways of getting into the house. When he was little he was constantly trying to listen in on what his two brothers would talk about in private so in doing so without either of them knowing he dug a hole that led into the cellar. Of course now it seemed that the passage was worn throughout years of not being used. But it seemed still accessible so he ventured into it. He crawled through the hole and entered the Cellar. From there he saw no problems so he decided to open the cellar door softly to creep in. he looked around to find the coast was clear. He walked into the hallway and started to hear voices coming from the dining hall which was the third door not far from him. He crept towards the door passing the softly lit, wall mounted lights which the tops and bottom caps were covered with diamonds. He placed his left ear against the door to try to hear in on the conversation. As he did so he heard a cough behind him. He just responded with a ?bless you? without paying much attention to what was going on nearby. He then realized what it was and turned to see a guard staring at him with an angry look. The man grabbed him by the cloak and carried him into the room. He called out to Arano and placed him between them. He pulled the hood down to expose his face which looked upon Arano with a smile on his face. Gaul looked at him with a nervous smile and spoke in a raspy voice, [B]?Heh. Hi big brother.?[/B]

[Chaos]

There was a quiet chuckle from most of the gathering at the boy?s arrival. Arano smiled, somewhat embarrassed that his half-brother would choose now to snoop around in his home, but also somewhat expected it. He put down the large rib bone he had been modestly gnawing on while simultaneously telling a story from one of his conquests to the ten nearest Saiya-jins and wiped his hands and mouth with the uniform ruby-colored cloth napkins that dotted the table. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the tabletop and stared directly at Gaul, half-mad and half in hysterics.

?Gaul, why do you choose tonight, of all nights, to come breaking into my home??
Arano asked, a stern tone in his voice and a slight smile on his face.

?Well I needed to talk to you, brother,? Gaul said, nervous and still in the grip of the patrolman that kept watch over Arano?s estate, one of dozens of personally-trained Saiya-jins with ire for rule-breaking.

?Oh, is that so,? Arano said wryly, his eyes narrowing as his become more annoyed than bemused. ?About what??

?Um,? Gaul stammered, but could make no real progress.

?Lighten up, Arano,? Bianya said, giving him that emphasizing eye that most females give whenever they want to stress their point. She turned to look over her shoulder and glanced from the boy to the guard. She said, ?Let go of the poor child, you?re scaring him half to death.?

The guard obeyed, and slightly jumped as Arano slammed his fist down on the top of the table, causing all of the plates and glasses to jump significantly in the air. It was at this time that the conversations died down, and all eyes were on Arano, with the exception of Orin who cursed once, and reached for the servant making her rounds to refill his spilled mug of beer. Arano glared hard at the guard, breathing a notch higher than he was a moment ago.

?Just who exactly keeps you well fed and sheltered, Kurna?? the Leading General. ?I don?t see this woman here paying for your physical upkeep, now do I??

The guard was now shaking, not so much as to be having a spasm, but enough to be jittery.

?Now, now, Arano,? Bianya coyly said, daintily forking a small square of steak and bringing it up to her mouth. Before she chewed it briefly and swallowed, she continued with ?Behave, or otherwise you?ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.?

The entire gathering of guests roared into sudden laughter as the tension lifted in the room, and Arano himself could not help but guffaw at the plainly-said comment. As the boisterous noise calmed, he turned back to Gaul, still chuckling slightly.

?Very well, Gaul,? he said, a broad grin plastered on his lips. ?I?ll speak with you later tonight. But I am very busy right now, being the butt of one too many good jokes.?

He looked to his right, and looked Evrada right in the eyes.

?Make sure he is well-taken care of. Send him elsewhere in the homestead with someone trustworthy enough to make sure he doesn?t wreck havoc,? he said, seriously, but with a twinkle in his eyes. ?After all, he is my brother.?

?

After a few more minutes of eating, the table was cleared of the piles of plates and discarded bones, but there were ample drinks left. The congregation now all turned to look to Arano as he sat upright in his chair. He pressed a button on a remote control panel near the corner of the table?s edge, and small plasma screen monitors rotated into place, originally under the table?s top. Six monitors were unused, as the table accommodated for thirty persons.

A slide show began, showing various energy readings and space/time graphs.

?Gentlemen, most of you are no doubt very eager to understand what exactly is going on, and why our military is on maximum alert. Why we?ve been scanning with the deep-space sensors more often.?

Arano paused, nodded once at Mannix, who did similarly.

?Why we?re being attacked by an unseen force.?

There was a slight murmur from the gathering.

?Why there has been a major marshalling of our armies.?

On the screens, a very primal animal appeared, and it showed a small, six-legged herbivore that looked much like a common white tail deer getting ripped to shreds by this tan beast.

?They are called the Takrei. A swarm of insect-like monsters. They go planet to planet, feeding on the natural habitats and absorbing the nutrients from the soil, leaving behind a withered husk. They are lotuses with the ability to regenerate limbs. They are rats with the ability to fight like a humanoid. They are viruses that can use energy freely like you or me.?

Arano looked around the room, from face to face, slowly.

?They are creatures, bent on destruction, headed here.?

The sudden uproar of bewildered yells seemed harsh in contrast to Arano?s quiet, refined tone. He called for silence once, not quite shouting but making sure he could be heard.

?They will arrive here in...?

He paused, looking at the wall clock, which read seven minutes after nine.

?Four days, fifteen hours, and fifty-three minutes.?

This time, the crowd did not whisper a word. Orin crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Mannix stared hard at the video of the creature decimating the fawn, replaying the video over and over again.

?They have hundreds of millions of these beasts. They all have the power level of, on average, two thousand. They are roughly twice as intelligent as a Saibaman, and can stand erect to fight in hand-to-hand combat, but they are limited in the arts. A child past the age of ten could easily defeat one if he had the same power level.

?The can use ki freely, as I said before, instinctually, so don?t be expecting some form of charged or refined energy blast. They can regenerate lost limbs, cuts, gashes, holes, and burns fairly easily. The only real way to kill them are to either bleed them or sever the nervous system. The brain is the deciding factor, or so we can best tell, that forces their regenerative powers.

?They are extremely tough. They can handle vast, polar opposite temperature changes. They can survive the vacuum of space, the heat of reentering a planet?s atmosphere at full flight velocity. Their bones are about as strong as carbonized steel.?

Arano sighed, long and fully, and looked at Bianya, who stared at the screen uncomprehending the horror she saw when the slide changed to show the energy scan of the swarm. It covered the same area as a star did. He took her hand, slowly caressing her fingers with his thumb. She just continued to stare.

?This is why I have called for our forces to be pushed so hard in the last two months. This is why training has been so harsh. Only the strong must fight, and the weak will just take up rations and medical resources. As damnable as it is to say, the means will justify the end in this case.?

He looked up from his mistress? face, and prepared himself for the onslaught of questions.

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Evrada bowed to the audience and opened a door leading out to the main hall. Gaul didn't move until she looked him straight in the eye and gave him a knock in the mind. It was invisible to most people, but she had charged a mix of her own ki and phermones that struck him a glancing blow that instantly made him go weak in the knees. People watching them laughed quietly to themselves. Only a very few recognized that glassy look in his eyes.

Evrada held up one hand, and flicked her fingers in a "come here" gesture. Gaul followed like a puppy on a leash, walking with her into the foyer. One of the guards by t he door made eye contact with her and she gave him a non verbal signal, one that she had rehearsed with the entire staff since her employment years ago. He bobbed his head in defference and exited, going to the garrison to pick a man worthy of the job.

Gaul looked at Evrada, a vaccant expression on his face. She smiled ever so slightly, her eyelids half closing over the whiteness of her eyes. He didn't move until the armed guard and the doorman arrived again. She looked over the guard and nodded, giving her silent approval. Once the doorman was in place again, Evrada signaled both and they followed her up the staircase. As they walked down the hail, she spoke the guard's assignment to him.[/i]

"You will watch him until you're relieved of duty."

"Yes Ma'am."

"If there are problems, you will find me and let me deal with it personally."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good then."

[i]She unlocked the door with one of the key's at her waist. It swung open easily, revealling a room with no windows. Gaul was led in and sat down in one of the chairs. She checked the whole room over and, thus satisfied, exited and locked the door. The guard took his position and Evrada returned downstairs.

Once there, she checked Vegeta, Bianya, and Arano's places, then leaned back again.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Andrew]

OOC: I've been approved by Neil so here's my final Sign-up:-

Name: Raspout

Age: 17

Nickname: N/A

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 202 lbs

Appearance: Raspout’s body and mind are almost complete opposites of the regular Saiya-jin mould. Where as the average Saiya-jin is more inclined to have tanned skin, Raspout is very pale in comparison. His skin is so pale in most places that his veins show through and his eyes have a dirty black colour underneath them, making them stand out in a hostile looking way. Not only that, but his pupils have a distinct red tinge to their blackness.

His stature is average for a Saiya-jin but his hair is far to uniform. Where as most other Saiya-jin’s hair sticks up or down in some pattern of disarray Raspout’s hair sticks completely up and is perfectly symmetrical in everyway. It is very short on the back and sides and sticks upwards on top adding 2” to his height.

His body overall is sculptured to that of above average Saiya-jin standard; each muscle is toned and clearly defined through his uniform. Raspout wears a black jumpsuit along with grey gloves and boots. He only wears his armour when it is required for a social situation or he is placed in a battle situation.

I may be able to get a pic up soon as well.

Biography/History: A Saiya-jin child like Raspout could not have been born at a better time. Having been born one week before the event that sent the Saiya-jin’s would-be-destroyer fleeing Raspout was a child perfectly suited for the new Empire. His father was destroyed in the battle and Raspout was rated with a sickly low power level but was spared destruction with the new law that all Saiya-jins could become greatly powerful. It so happened that there was an opening for an assistant in the newly opened Tech sector of the Empire and Raspout was sent there because of his lack of fighting power.

Although he had very little in the department of actual fighting power, Raspout’s mind worked on a far higher level than an average Saiya-jin and he became a key figure in the R&D sector. At the age of 9, Raspout put forward many of the ideas that have been developed into facilities now used for everyday life and training.

As he got older and with very little training to encourage it, Raspout’s power grew as if it were being controlled by some foreign force. Taking this to be some kind of gift from higher beings Raspout began training and became quite powerful. Obviously he was nothing compared to those Saiya-jin who have trained their entire lives but his power was a cause of interest to many.

As he got older and with many yeas of success and technical experience behind him Raspout brought himself higher and higher in the Development Sector and eventually became one of main thinkers and brought even more advancements in the society to light. Although he initially worked closely with Mannix at one point, Raspout preferred to stay on his home world while the older Saiya-jin would go away off world to learn all that he could of new technology.

Now almost 18, Raspout works as one of the head researchers and has recently been working on a further development of the training rooms he designed years previously. These days Raspout works harder than ever in his training and has earned the power he now possesses and wields freely.

Signature Attacks:

Exodus Energy:-

An attack based on using pure light as a tool for destruction. Raspout channels energy into his palms and shapes it in to a blade like shape which is blisteringly hot to anyone else and gives off almost blinding light.

Light Dash:-

A technique developed by Raspout to incredibly augment his speed at any given moment for a period as short as a nano-second or as long as roughly 10 seconds. Although not very strong, if Raspout puts enough of this speed behind his agile attacks this technique can pack a punch and can be extremely deadly when combined with Exodus Energy.

Galactic Smash:-

This technique is an invisible wave of energy that Raspout can hurl quickly or charge up with massive amounts of energy if it is necessary. Although it can be sensed by those with the ability, this attack rarely misses because most combatants rely too heavily on their eyes. However when this attack is charged up greatly it loses it’s edge of being invisible.

Weapons: N/A

Power Level: 22,000

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IC: Here we go then!

The black liquid sprayed from the innards like blood from an artery. Raspout slammed down the screwdriver like tool and began to wipe his face with his overalls. His adjustments to the training chamber were going a lot smoother than his other technical endeavours but today there was just something completely wrong with his technical skills altogether. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that he had very little sleep the night previous compared with most nights or perhaps it was the large blast of energy that had come crashing through their ceilings the night previous.

Needless to say when Raspout had spoken with Mannix briefly earlier that day he didn’t sound happy. He was literally fuming about the fact that this large wave could have made it past their early warning systems without being tampered with by someone on the inside prior to the event. Mannix had also said that he would learn more about the attack upon consulting with Arano later that evening. Of course Raspout had not yet been informed of the fate of their planet yet and so it was constantly at the forefront in his mind preventing him from continuing with his latest designs.

However, The prototype Chamber that Raspout had already completed was ready for it’s trial phase, which he was about to start. A good work out sounded good after all the mechanical work he’d done today.

Raspout shed himself of his overalls and stared at the chamber. It was dome shaped like all the other chambers he’d crafted but this one was obviously not completely covered. Many of the wires still hung freely and there were many cables going along the floors and walls. After the removal of his overalls Raspout was left with a small pair of shorts and nothing else. Opening a small compartment on the outside wall of the chamber revealed his training jump suit. Raspout pulled the jet black garment from the cupboard and pulled it over his legs and rather than pulling it up over the top half of his body he tied the arms around his waist and then wrapped his tail around the arms. He pulled on his dull grey boots from another compartment and then entered the chamber.

From the inside it was hard to tell that it was the same dome. The metal that served as the walls was so shiny that a reflection could be seen in it from across the other side of the chamber and covered every inch of the room. There was a light humming resonating in the room and a small control panel on the left side of the door came to life with lights and various coloured buttons. Raspout hit a red coloured button that activated the panel and then keyed in several commands and then made his way to the centre of the room and braced himself.

"SGS activated. Searching for sufficient power. Power source found. Simulation will begin in 10 seconds..."

The dull female monotone echoed loudly through out the room and the humming grew louder as the power to the chamber was enabled. Raspout bent his knees to a 45-degree angle and pulled his arms to his side in preparation for the simulation. There were a few beeping sounds before the voice returned.

"Simulated gravity will now activate at 6 times Vegetasei’s normal gravity."

As the simulation kicked an immense pressure found it’s way to Raspout’s body and began forcing him to the floor. In theory 6 times the planet’s normal gravity shouldn’t have been this hard but then again maybe it reflected Raspout’s training sessions of late, or lack of. Perhaps more thought was required before attempting this or perhaps it required a higher power to test it. Raspout immediately forced his power upward to his limit and found it slightly easier to stand and even moved slightly.

"Emergency deactivation protocol priority 1."

The central computer of the chamber reacted almost instantaneously to Raspout’s command and the simulation terminated. Raspout’s power instinctively dropped to resting level as his breathing became slightly laboured.

After catching his breath and wiping his body of the sweat it had developed Raspout left the chamber and took his scouter from the same compartment which he had taken his training uniform and attached it to his left ear and activated it’s communication system.

"Greetings Mannix. I hope that the consultation has gone well and I’m anxious to hear of your findings. I’ll be in the lab when you return hopefully for you to explain the situation to me and I’d like to show you some of the new designs I’ve been working on that may be of interest to you."

The scouter recorded and then relayed the message to Mannix’s current scouter ready for when he activated it. Raspout did this so as not to interrupt his senior officer while in his meeting and then hopefully stay on the older Saiya-jin’s better side.

Raspout then picked up a small box of tools and entered one of the naked walls of the chamber and began tampered with wires and readjusting various circuit boards. Whatever news Mannix brought back, this night was about to get a whole lot longer than it already was.

[Guest Skye Strife]

[i]Shit, late again![/i] Skye cursed himself mentally as he dashed toward the training facilities within the compound, taking flight only seconds after the internal assault. Down the hallways he sped, flying only inches above the flood of heads and even scraping some of the taller ones.

[i]C'mon, c'mon!![/i] he continued, pushing his speeds to the max, or at least what was possible within the confines of the facility. One door passed, and another, then, finally, he came upon the door to the combat and training domes; two large doors composed of polished metal and painted white, bearing Vegetasei's flag in a prominent display of hues and shades.

Once inside he found everyone to be commencing with their training, sparring with their allocated counterparts. He too would take part in this, even if he was late, after interrupting his partner's session with a combat hologram.
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[b]Thirty Minutes Later[/b]

Pain, a quick paroxysm coursing throughout his body as his partner landed a solid kick to his torso. Skye tensed, taking in a deep breath before phasing behind his assailant. A series of late appearances and consequential late training sessions proved quite useful in his power levels, what peaked around 37,000 in most circumstances but was known to leap to 41,500. All this was directly reflected in his attack, an elbow that traveled towards its destination in his partner's head at a speed to transcend the laws of visibility.

It was a pleasureable feeling, battle. An absolute rapture from his surroundings, so much so that he'd forgotten about being late and the possibility of yet another late night session with Orin.

[Yoda]

The stench of unease in the room became almost instantly overpowering. Every being in the room could more than hold their own in battle, but their fear was still evident. Many had become lazy and arrogant in times of peace, and found themselves now caught napping by a force demented and driven by war.

Arano sat silently at the head of the table, his head rested on clasped hands, his eyes moving about the room, anticipating any questions that may arise. Orin watched Arano, his calmness similar to that of his father, who sat on Orin?s left, with a look of indifference across his face as he watched the tension build. Arano met Orin?s eyes, and they exchanged a brief nod of understanding, before Orin?s attention was taken.

Ares, a man of statuesque build, and a face lined with the creases of stress and war, stood up suddenly, baring down upon Bardock? apparently unhappy with the degree of control with which he approached the situation. Orin, who only now found himself concentrating on the man, had caught him in the middle of his rant, and so found himself slightly out of place.

?And what makes you so confident Bardock??

?Sit down old man, you?ve had a little too much to drink.?

Orin now raised his own mug of beer to his lips, smiling behind frosted glass as he did so. One of the many qualities his father had was that he treated everyone equally? as if they were about three levels below him.

?Don?t joke about with me? Not at a time like this. Are your armies ready? Can they withstand this attack??

?Ares, just settle down.? Arano commented, his face a pure expression that read ?Here we go again?.

?Why are you concerned? Afraid that you might actually have to fight if they fail?? Bardock added.

Orin heard a snigger come from Raditz, who sat the other side of his father. Bardock alone was more than a match for anyone in the room, but it took a brave man indeed? or a stupid one, to pick fights with him when both his sons were present.

?How dare you boy. I was conquering planets when you were sucking on your mother?s tit in the nursery!?

?Too bad you?ve let yourself go old man, your nothing more than cannon fodder now.?

Ares, now furious, lurched forward with a raised hand in an attempt to strike Orin?s father. Bardock sat motionless, as inches before the gloved fist reached his nose, it was caught at the wrist by Orin, who had shot to his feet, knocking his chair over as he did so. Raditz was also at his feet, staring at Ares? counterparts.

Orin pulled at Ares? wrist, wrenching his face to within inches of Orin?s. Alcohol fuelled aggression conflicted with base logic as Ares contemplated aggression against a man younger, healthier and stronger than he was.

?Put your arm down old man? Before you lose it.?

?Orin, release him!? Arano bellowed.

Arano had now risen to his feet, and had planted both fists on the table, a look of frustrated anger upon his face. This meeting had been designed to inform and prepare, not enrage. Again, Arano and Orin?s eyes met, but now they shared a look of respectful anger. Arano maintained his stance, as did Orin remain his grip on the old man?s arm. Distress now spread across the room, as silent terrors spread of two of Vegetasei?s youngest and most prominent figures breaking into conflict only days before the Planet was to be invaded. The tension broke as Bardock rested a hand on the shoulder guard of his son, and with a flick of his head, told him to let it go.

Orin complied by throwing the man?s arm downwards, a motion that forced Ares crashing into the table with a demented crash. Arano?s persona instantly calmed, and Orin clasped his pitcher of beer, and drunk it in a single effort. This seemed to calm him significantly, and immediately there after he apologised to Arano for a lack of respect to his hospitality.

?Apology accepted Orin. Gentlemen, this is not the time to bicker amongst ourselves. You are the most gifted and respected military minds upon the Planet, which is why you are here now. I have no doubt each of you will be instrumental in the defence of Vegetasei, and as such, your cooperation is essential. We all need to be on the same page here??

Orin took his seat, and glanced over at Ares, who was recovering from the shot his pride had taken. The dedication and admiration Bardock?s sons had for him often emerged in situations like this? Indeed the young children whom many of the respected powers in the room had once loved as restless youths, were now loathed as they made the transition to arrogant and powerful young men. A shift in dominance was something old warlords found very hard to swallow.

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Bah I intended to post here sooner, apologies for my absence.

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[I]Kane's ship heated up as it began re-entry in Vegetasei's upper atmosphere, he'd returned from a particularly enjoyable planet-clearing, not really much to write home about but fun none the less. He sat back as the auto-pilot guided the vessel into one of Varnga's smaller military bases, his mind replayed over the carnage he?d inflicted on an unsuspecting planet, he liked it better when they knew he was coming, the stench of fear made every breath taste so much sweeter. Oncier, that was the planet?s name, at least that had been it?s name, most customers renamed a planet for colonisation, but pointlessness involved in renaming a planet was none of his concern, he got his money at that?s all that mattered to him.

He remembered stepping out onto the grassy terrain of the planet, it seemed peaceful enough, probably used for agricultural purposes. The air was crisp and fresh, if he didn?t have to clear it he might have stayed and enjoyed the view... or not, Kane's appetite for not only destruction, but for a vicious and efficient variety of devastation was what made him so popular as a mercenary, or Black Ops as he was now employed for. The military had guaranteed him a career in which he would have all the opportunities for bloodshed that he could look for, an offer like that wasn?t something he?d turn down. Funnily enough the military?s planet-clearing missions were indirectly funded by many of the same people who had employed him when he worked for hire, he supposed something like that should have been expected, after all money was as big a commodity on Vegetasei as a high power-level. In particular military missions had proved to be much more challenging than the average mercenary ones, more variety to them as well, apart from planet-clearing he?d also done the odd bounty-hunting job, a few political assassinations and some other off-the-books jobs that earned him his keep.

The people of Oncier were humanoid, oxygen breathers too, which made the job that bit easier. Some mercs would have been happy to level the planet with heavy weapons, Kane preferred to get his hands dirty and make sure a job was done thoroughly, any planet-clearing he did had a 100% fatality rate. The gravity of the planet was also a bit heavier than most, although Kane could deal with gravity many, many times that of a normal world. From orbit he?d seen no signs of battle scarring, which meant that either they weren?t in possession of heavy weaponry, or they simply didn?t use it against their own. His own battle gear was designed differently to the usual style of Saiya-Jin combat gear, the archetypical warrior?s armour, unchanged from decades of relative peace. However Kane?s line of work brought him into situations in which a normal suit of armour would simply not do the job, some of the worlds he?d cleared had even put up a decent fight before he annihilated them, kinetic missiles and heavy beam weaponry tended to rip through normal armour without great difficulty.

His armour was designed more so to last and be appreciated by Kane than for actual defence, killing an Elite Saiya-Jin was not a task that any intelligent being would undertake. His arrival on Oncier had triggered the scrambling of some form of military force, most beings knew of the Saiya-Jin, and most beings were smart enough to be scared witless if one came calling to their planet on business. He watched with a bemused expression as an entire legion of men descended on his position, aircraft battered the area with fire, artillery levels small mountains in the hopes of stopping this unnatural disaster from space. Kane was left completely unharmed from their barrage, merely wiping off the dust with one gloved hand, warriors advanced in their droves, but Kane no longer had any time for amusement, he had a job to get done, and some serious pay to collect...

The aftermath of the battle was typical, charred and smoking corpses littered the area, their aircraft were nothing but scrap metal, and their artillery had been blasted from existence, their capital was his next target, it?s destruction would allow him to wipe out the rest of Oncier?s people with little effort. Entering the city the smell of fear was invigorating, fools were leaving in their thousands, but it was too little, too late, ki energy crackled around his hands, like a viper waiting to strike. With little effort it was all over, the screams of thousands was turned into a deathly silence, within days he?d wiped out the rest of their pathetic civilisation, another people added to the volumes of Saiya-Jin history for those who no longer existed. His return to Vegetasei would allow him to indulge his pleasures, the Red-Light district was often his first stop after a mission, it helped him unwind, or at least admire how beautiful the women of his race were.

Upon landing Kane sensed something different about the mood, before he could investigate any further however he presence was required by the military command, he knew it was going to be a while yet until he could kick back and relax...[/I][/SIZE]

[PiroMunkie]

Mannix rubbed his teeth with his tongue in a subtle motion of disgust. He cast an unnoticed demeaning glare at Ares for being the drunken, belligerent fool he was; breaking the civility of the conference with jealous rabble. He then chuckled with what sounded more like a short grunt, amused by the condescending manner of Orin. He hated it as much as he loved it. After all, he was the same way, which always made it interesting to bicker with them. It often would go nowhere. It would be constant verbal battles, constantly trying to trump the other.

The group sat in an uncomfortable silence. Mannix dragged his mug toward him, and downed the last bit that remained at the bottom. After setting it solidly back on the table before him, he reached one arm up and behind him, making a motion like he was trying to snap his fingers. One of Arano's servants quickly retreated to the kitchen area, and brought out another mug of beer for Mannix, placing it before him and removing the other mug. He took a sip of his refreshed drink, glancing around the table while doing so. Arano still sat patiently at the head of the table, awaiting any other responses to answer, or outbreaks to snuff.

Mannix shifted his position, now leaning forward onto the table, interlocking his fingers, and resting his jaw snug against them. He contemplated briefly, imagining a single one of these Takrei mauling a Saiya-jin soldier. Then, as though he was counting sheep, rapidly increased their numbers until they were not only annihilating their opponent, but their enemy's resources as well. Mannix sneered behind his hands. If there was one kind of foe he despised the most, it would have to be the swarm. In this respect, however, it will be all the more pleasing to kill them. And with their regenerative powers, it seemed like the main option for the coup de grace was hand-to-hand.

The gutteral rasp of clearing a throat broke the silence as Mannix lifted his mouth from his hands, which then laid themselves down on the table.

"You have our soldiers rigorously training, but for what? They spar against another single Saiya-jin soldier in preparation to battle a mob? I hate to say this, but if that is how we are preparing our people, I can see the annihilation of our race," Mannix predicted. An uneasy motion carried in one wave around the table. Eveyone sat back in their chair if they were not already, to give Mannix and Arano a clear view of each other.

"I shall bring into play my experience with the domination of the Insetto planet many, many years ago:

I had by that time taken control of my fair share of planets, but on each one it was always one of two things: its inhabitants would cower, or they would defend themselves in a very one-on-one fashion. The Insetto planet, however, was different. Its inhabitants were, non-literally, machines; mindless drones in a mass-cooperative group: a swarm. They also were very territorial, so my arrival was unwelcome. They fought back.

Now, while these creatures were by no means strong, they have a hive mind, and fight extremely well in groups. It would never cross what little mind they had to come at me one at a time. If you are fighting a swarm of a thousand, they should not be thought of as individuals, but rather one being with a thousand ways to hurt you.

Perhaps the most irritating trait of any swarm, however, is their persistance. The mindless have the most morale. You can slaughter however many you want before the eyes of others, but their mood will not sway. They are barbaric, with no concept of any other emotion than what they have lived with.

So tell me, how exactly are we preparing our soldiers by having them fight a solitary enemy? Because that is not what they are up against. You use different tactics when fighing a mob than you do when fighting a single being."

The room sat silent. Mannix raised his hands back up to their folded position and leaned his jaw against it once more, awaiting Arano's answer.

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Evrada halted the servants pushing the cart loaded with dessert. Individual plates with vanilla ice cream topped with dark cherries sauteed in sugar and liqueur, still flaming mind you...because she'd instructed the chefs to go heavy on the cognac........all waiting in the wings very patiently. Arano turned and motioned her to come in.

She obeyed of course, the nakai exiting their posts to serve. Dessert stimulated conversation at best, although flambé sometimes toned things down. She set three dishes at Arano, Bianya, and Vegeta's places, quiet, calm, ever efficient. Utensils were replaced and taken away, like clockwork.

The cart wheeled back out, aided by many hands, and people set themseles down to dinner. Once in the kitchen, Evrada whispered orders hastily into Oima's ear.[/i]

"Send yourself in my place and have another nakai take yours. I'm going to give Gaul his meal. I'm sure he's hungry."

"Even if he isn't, he'll eat. They always eat."

"No kidding."

[i]The nakai thus ordered entered the main dinning room and stood next to the credenza, waiting patiently for one of her three charges to ask for something. Then she took down a tray and loaded it with leftovers. Now burdened, she exited the kitchen and headed up the stairs to Gaul's room. At a nod, the guard opened the door and she found Gual pacing in front of the fireplace. She set down the tray and waited patiently.

He noticed it and sat down at the table, digging in without ceremony. Evrada poured a beer for him and then stood back. She took from his silence that he was enjoying his meal. Thus gratified, she left his room and let the guard lock it tightly again.

Oima noticed her presence and the two switched places.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Burori]

[i]You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. ~Franklin P. Jones [/i]

Gaul looked upon the liquid that foamed in his cup while the half-breed looked upon him with a hint of satisfaction in her work. She seemed determined to keep his brother happy. Little did she know that his performance with her gaze was only a deception that he took every second to enjoy in to make her believe she had a power over him. He smiled at this thought and knew she was going to fail. He was known as many things in his family and he knew Arano well. Arano was testing to see if Gaul would follow orders which he never did unless it came out of only Burori?s mouth. Rules were not of Gaul?s cup of tea nor did he care for any of them. Once Evrada disappeared from the room Gaul put together his plan. He knew what to do and he grew tired of waiting for a reason of this meeting. He smirked and waited a couple of minutes before he set his plan into motion.
[B]
?Guard I need you in here quick.?[/B] He called out with an effort in not laughing. The guard walked in as casually as he could.

[B]?What?s the problem?? [/B] The guard asked with a calm voice.

[B]?I can't move my leg. It seems to be frozen. Can you come in here and take a look?? [/B]

The guard looked upon the child then smirked.[B] ?Fine kid.? [/B] He then walked over to Gaul and bent down to see what the matter was. Gaul then silently raised both hands and striked the man in the back of his head rendering him unconscious. He then searched his body for any tools and found a key. He smiled and left the room in silence. He looked to both sides which was clear and crept towards the living room. He heard people talking but mostly it was quiet?too quiet.

He then turned and went up the stairs. He knew his half brother kept a journal. Maybe the answers he was looking for was in it. He inched his way into Arano?s room and took the journal off his nightstand. The lock on it seemed tough but he knew of ways to open a book. He took a thin metal needle out of his cloak?s pocket and began to fiddle with the lock. After a long time of picking it he opened it and searched for his resent findings. In it he read about some sort of new race which motives were that of a virus, to absorb and annihilate all in it?s path then move to a different location.

Gaul then stopped to wonder if this was what this meeting was all about. Then he heard the sound of a person coughing to get his attention. He turned to face Arano?s head guard.

[B]?I guess you caught me in the act huh buddy?? [/B] Gaul said with a sigh.

[B]?I guess I did. Come on Gaul we have to see Arano about this.? [/B]

Gaul sighed again and followed the man with a sigh. He returned the book which was closed and locked again. Though the guard was surprised that Gaul had the courage to steal into his master's chamber to read a book that not ever he doesn't know what it contained. But then again he knew the family that Gaul was was from and he held the title as Arono's brother with great satisfaction. They turned the corner and walked into the room where Arano was disappointed in seeing him enter again. Only this time in Gaul?s eyes he saw a look that he had only seen in his other brother. Gaul was determined to help and kill these things.