Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[MrSandman]

The sounds of weapons fire, energy bullets that are far more explosive, far more destructive than normal bullets, blast away at the 'Mouths' and echo through the corridor. There is no sign of panic or fear in the Nagadarr as they let their weapons rip through the attackers.

With their attention distracted, they do not notice anything, moving past them along the ceiling. Erosa makes her way into the guarded room. Once inside, she sees another corridor, a short one with a second Blast Door towards the back. The Door is closed, Two of the Devils are standing guard, their weapons drawn, the third Devil is missing, possibly behind the sealed door. At any hint of attack, the Devils will unleash their own barrage of weapons fire.

So far, however, they don't see Erosa.........

The maws weaved around the gunfire, rushing the two guards like missiles with teeth. Weither or not they reached their target, they detonated as soon as they either made contact or were hit.

....and with the explosion as her cue, Erosa leap into the open and let out a feral roar. Claws expending and igniting with a burst of fire, she dropped on all fours and shot down the hallway towards the two blastdoor guards in an animalistic display of power and speed.

[Tami]

The maws weaved around the gunfire, rushing the two guards like missiles with teeth. Weither or not they reached their target, they detonated as soon as they either made contact or were hit.

The two Ogres kept blasting, but ultimately were taken out by Erosa's pets.

....and with the explosion as her cue, Erosa leap into the open and let out a feral roar. Claws expending and igniting with a burst of fire, she dropped on all fours and shot down the hallway towards the two blastdoor guards in an animalistic display of power and speed.

The Nagadarr reacted just as quick, massive blasts of a techno-ki like energy shot out from their weapons. Erosa's agility dodged one blast, but the other clipped her arm. While the one on the left reloaded, the one on the right smashed his hand on the control panel for the door, disabling it and locking the door in place. Whatever was inside, they would rather die than have it fall into their enemies hands.

[Hazard]

Asha’rah, Meagan, Slak:

Down the hatch you go, and follow a series of maze like tunnels and passageways. They would start to feel lost until something tugs on Slak’s attention. As if being guided, he takes the lead and starts taking them down random paths. Finally, to their amazement, they locate a large door guarded by ten large Nagadarr. Beyond the door, faint weeping can be heard.

It is almost like someone is calling for him, and maybe it is so. Regardless, they are able to find their target. Slak hears weeping and his fists clench.

Thinking to herself, "Ten Ogres?" Meagan observed as her keen hearing could hear the children. She then spoke in her native tongue, in a pitch so low that the Nagadarr couldn't hear. If you could translate what she said, it would be, "Move back from door, huddle together and keep down."

From experience she knew that even a door that size woudln't keep the children from hearing her. Something the Nagadarr never quite learned about her people, a secret they kept.

She then tapped Slak and Asha'rah, a motion to indicate that its' time to get serious.

Slak nods and prepares himself.

[Lord Falcon]

Thinking to herself, "Ten Ogres?" Meagan observed as her keen hearing could hear the children. She then spoke in her native tongue, in a pitch so low that the Nagadarr couldn't hear. If you could translate what she said, it would be, "Move back from door, huddle together and keep down."

From experience she knew that even a door that size woudln't keep the children from hearing her. Something the Nagadarr never quite learned about her people, a secret they kept.

She then tapped Slak and Asha'rah, a motion to indicate that its' time to get serious.

Asha'rah was fairly certain this ship was meant to be one of a kind, at least among the Nagadaar forces on Chroma. Yet Meagan navigated through its inner corridors with, if not familiarity, at least confidence. She had grown up in war, her planet all but overwhelmed by this tide of demons. To have survived all these years, she'd needed to learn much about her enemy - their habits, their abilities, and evidently even the design philosophies behind their war engines. Now with the aid of the frankly either extremely late or recently-reorganized Galaxy Patrol, her species had finally pushed their long-time enemy back to a single bastion. Today was the culmination of a lifetime's worth of work.

There was more going on beneath Meagan's surface than she let on.

Before long, they found themselves at the room holding the children. Blocking their way were ten Nagadaar, each thickly built and dwarfing even the largest human. Meagan gave the signal, the look in her eyes unmistakable. It was time to fight.

Visions in the Desert

Asha'rah summoned illusions of eight bulky Nagadaar and marched them forth from behind a turn, accompanied to the sounds of her eight orbs clanging against the deck with each footfall. Over the months of training, she'd gradually mastered the creation of sounds as well - where once she could only form them in a single scenario, in replication of a single place, now she replicated the subtle slide of military uniforms against leather, the messy noises eight creatures breathing and occasionally grunting as they moved. Asha'rah travelled among them, floating noiselessly and invisibly till she was within range.

Pretending to slow to identify themselves to the guards, her illusions instead birthed her eight orbs, each aiming for a separate chin with all speed. If they survived, she would hope to have at least disoriented them enough for Meagan and Slak to follow up. Simultaneously, Asha'rah's hands shot forth, fingers extended as if fangs of a creature's maw. Meagan didn't really like this move. But perhaps against her most hated enemy, perhaps she'd look the other way.

Finding purchase in a demon's nether regions, she grasped with crushing force. Monkey Steals the Peach!

[Yun Lao]

Charco, P-sta, Zaofan:

This trio are engaged away from everyone else, having stumbled upon another of the commanders guarded by four much bigger Nagadarr. They were setting up a strange device when they found them.

"Outstanding work, Charco!" Zaofan feels more surer and more determined to face the Nagadarr. Zaofan flashes back to the amazing energy output that Charco demonstrated back at the Lookout, one that blew a hole through the roof and could very well have ended his sparring mates -- namely himself and Chou. Moreso, with great offense comes great defense in the nigh-indestructible GP officer. Between the three of them, they could perhaps take on the toughest of enemies.

And that's when the smoke clears, with the commander and four of the bigger Nagadarr. Zaofan sizes up the situation and reaches out, sensing their powerlevels. "Uh oh."

Scanning each one, and combined altogether, Zaofan's smile slowly fades away. "Guys... each one of those henchmen are comparable to us. And we're outnumbered. Never mind their leader...! We may have to put in some overtime here."

Zaofan takes up a fighting stance and sees the device that they had been working on. "Stop right there! Answer me this -- what's that machine you're working on over there?!" Cautiously, the chef raises his bo staff into a defensive measure while charging up his eyes in case of some much needed offense.

P-Sta narrows his eyes and attempt to see if he recognizes any of the technology the Nagadarr are utilizing.

Just like that, the storm of fury within him calmed with Zaofan's voice. He hadn't lost his way, but rather he had forgotten the reason he was here. This wasn't some playground for him to vent his aggression on; this world and its people, Meagan's people, needed saving.

Releasing the brutalized Nagadarr-dai to the peace he had denied it previously, Charco surveyed the area, quickly detecting the commander and his bodyguards. The chef was right; fighting these guys was going to be a bitch most likely. He smiled to himself at the thought. Wasn't
this what he had been seeking?

His smile turned into a chuckle as he heard Zaofan demanding for their enemy to identify the device they were installing, "Whatever that is, we're breaking it!"

[KingofPie]

Just like that, the storm of fury within him calmed with Zaofan's voice. He hadn't lost his way, but rather he had forgotten the reason he was here. This wasn't some playground for him to vent his aggression on; this world and its people, Meagan's people, needed saving.

Releasing the brutalized Nagadarr-dai to the peace he had denied it previously, Charco surveyed the area, quickly detecting the commander and his bodyguards. The chef was right; fighting these guys was going to be a bitch most likely. He smiled to himself at the thought. Wasn't
this what he had been seeking?

His smile turned into a chuckle as he heard Zaofan demanding for their enemy to identify the device they were installing, "Whatever that is, we're breaking it!"

"What if it's a bomb?! It could possibly blow us all to smithereens!" P-Sta noted quickly. "And depending on the grade of explosive, if it were to ignite, all of our teammates could be swept up in the blast as well as our enemies!" P-Sta exclaimed, hoping the team he'd found himself allied with would never take such a reckless course of action.

[Yun Lao]

"What if it's a bomb?! It could possibly blow us all to smithereens!" P-Sta noted quickly. "And depending on the grade of explosive, if it were to ignite, all of our teammates could be swept up in the blast as well as our enemies!" P-Sta exclaimed, hoping the team he'd found himself allied with would never take such a reckless course of action.

In most cases, P-Sta's logical objection would have been taken into consideration and they would devise a plan to disbatch the Nagadarr without damaging the device. Unfortunately for him, he had allied himself with Charco; a rather unwise decision he would soon discover.

"All the more reason to dismantle it before they get a chance to use it!" Charco replied.

[MrSandman]

The two Ogres kept blasting, but ultimately were taken out by Erosa's pets.


The Nagadarr reacted just as quick, massive blasts of a techno-ki like energy shot out from their weapons. Erosa's agility dodged one blast, but the other clipped her arm. While the one on the left reloaded, the one on the right smashed his hand on the control panel for the door, disabling it and locking the door in place. Whatever was inside, they would rather die than have it fall into their enemies hands.

A shot nicked the side of her left arm as she charged, but the effect was minimal enough to not throw off her sprint. It did however make it easy to decide who was the first one to target.

In mid run, Erosa activated Hunter/Killer, slipping into stealth while a fake version of herself took her place and continued charging towards the guard on the right. It would give the guard who was reloading on the left the false sense that he wouldn't be the initial target while the right guard wasted his ammo firing at a fake.

The moment the left guard finished reloading, hot metal claws would cleave into his armored neck and back, lifting him up and then flinging him forcefully at the remaining guard.

[Tami]

Asha'rah was fairly certain this ship was meant to be one of a kind, at least among the Nagadaar forces on Chroma. Yet Meagan navigated through its inner corridors with, if not familiarity, at least confidence. She had grown up in war, her planet all but overwhelmed by this tide of demons. To have survived all these years, she'd needed to learn much about her enemy - their habits, their abilities, and evidently even the design philosophies behind their war engines. Now with the aid of the frankly either extremely late or recently-reorganized Galaxy Patrol, her species had finally pushed their long-time enemy back to a single bastion. Today was the culmination of a lifetime's worth of work.

There was more going on beneath Meagan's surface than she let on.

Before long, they found themselves at the room holding the children. Blocking their way were ten Nagadaar, each thickly built and dwarfing even the largest human. Meagan gave the signal, the look in her eyes unmistakable. It was time to fight.

Visions in the Desert

Asha'rah summoned illusions of eight bulky Nagadaar and marched them forth from behind a turn, accompanied to the sounds of her eight orbs clanging against the deck with each footfall. Over the months of training, she'd gradually mastered the creation of sounds as well - where once she could only form them in a single scenario, in replication of a single place, now she replicated the subtle slide of military uniforms against leather, the messy noises eight creatures breathing and occasionally grunting as they moved. Asha'rah travelled among them, floating noiselessly and invisibly till she was within range.

Pretending to slow to identify themselves to the guards, her illusions instead birthed her eight orbs, each aiming for a separate chin with all speed. If they survived, she would hope to have at least disoriented them enough for Meagan and Slak to follow up. Simultaneously, Asha'rah's hands shot forth, fingers extended as if fangs of a creature's maw. Meagan didn't really like this move. But perhaps against her most hated enemy, perhaps she'd look the other way.

Finding purchase in a demon's nether regions, she grasped with crushing force. Monkey Steals the Peach!

Meagan couldn't follow Asha'rah's quick movements, or what her attack was that took out one of the Nagadarr-san, only that as soon as she did, the others hesitated in confusion, slowly raising their weapons.

In that moment of hesitation, Meagan, now invisible, cloned herself eight times. Each of the nine, Meagans slammed an Ogre, using Internal Combustion, exploding their armor apart and causing some to drop their weapons. As she did, she quickly moved back from the explosion.


Those that ddin't began firing at the rescue party.

Meagan's shield deflected the attacks aimed at her, back at the now unprotected Ogres. While that happened, two of the Ogres were gruesomely decapitated by her Mini-Kienzan.

[Tami]

A shot nicked the side of her left arm as she charged, but the effect was minimal enough to not throw off her sprint. It did however make it easy to decide who was the first one to target.

In mid run, Erosa activated Hunter/Killer, slipping into stealth while a fake version of herself took her place and continued charging towards the guard on the right. It would give the guard who was reloading on the left the false sense that he wouldn't be the initial target while the right guard wasted his ammo firing at a fake.

The moment the left guard finished reloading, hot metal claws would cleave into his armored neck and back, lifting him up and then flinging him forcefully at the remaining guard.

One of the Nagadarr-ni was skewered, Erosa's claws piecing through the armor and into his body. His body then lifted off the ground and flung at the other Devil.

As that happened, a blast rang out, not at Erosa, but at the Nagadarr-ni she had sent flying. The energy blast, coming from the Nagadarr-ni on tot eh right of the door. In doing this, he used the blast to send the body back into the other wall, avoiding a collision.

Without hesitation, the remaining Devil began blasting in a wide sweep of the whole corridor, seeking out the one who attacked them.

[Cyke]

"What if it's a bomb?! It could possibly blow us all to smithereens!" P-Sta noted quickly. "And depending on the grade of explosive, if it were to ignite, all of our teammates could be swept up in the blast as well as our enemies!" P-Sta exclaimed, hoping the team he'd found himself allied with would never take such a reckless course of action.

In most cases, P-Sta's logical objection would have been taken into consideration and they would devise a plan to disbatch the Nagadarr without damaging the device. Unfortunately for him, he had allied himself with Charco; a rather unwise decision he would soon discover.

"All the more reason to dismantle it before they get a chance to use it!" Charco replied.

Zaofan's eyes still cackle with energy as he offers a quick smirk to his teammates' back and forth. "It might be a bomb. It might not be. If it *is* a bomb, these fools are too close to use it. They're colonizers, conquerors, and slavedrivers, so they're big on the value of property -- if they wanted to blow us up, they would've forced a Chromakai to do it, I reckon. For a conqueror, there's no more valuable property than their own life."

"We need to determine if it's a bomb, and if it is, we need to disarm it, of course. But we need to do it fast. And the only way we'll have room to do it is to give ourselves some space!"

Turning smirk into grin, Zaofan mutters:

"Beat...

Zaofan stretches out his arms, brings his hands with palms facing outward to the center of his chest, and pulls through the air as he fades in the air through his classic Zanzoken. Fading back to visibility behind two of the Nagadarr henchmen, he drop-kicks them in the back, one foot each.

"Braise..."

While still hovering, Zaofan turns his head to fire his mighty "OPTIC BLAST!" at the other two henchmen to shove them away from the machine.

"Batter...!"

Turning his attention back to the first two henchmen he kicked, he engages them in earnest, seeking to push them away from the machine, firing a series of rapidfire punches and kicks.

Zaofan's efforts leave the Commander untouched but the four henchmen now in battle.

"We must hurry...! I doubt I can last very long against these basic brutes!"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Asha’rah, Meagan, and Slak take out the guards, leaving just the massive door between them and whomever is inside.

———

The massive Nagadarr taps his wrists, and strange nanomachines flow around his hands and upper forearms, creating alien looking copper guantlets. It smashes its hands together and a shockwave blows Miras and Adam backwards.

———

The commander Zaofan, Charco, and P-sta are with grunts and crouches, a Persia l shield around him and the device as he starts tapping away at its controls.

It looks like a very powerful bomb of some sort.

——-

The ground cracks and shatters, Ishtar’s spell crushes it, the shield, and the five Nagadarr inside.

Enraged, the other ground forces turn their massive turrets on her and begin blasting away instead of at Sarada.

[Cyke]

———

The commander Zaofan, Charco, and P-sta are with grunts and crouches, a Persia l shield around him and the device as he starts tapping away at its controls.

It looks like a very powerful bomb of some sort.

OOC: Are the four Nagadarr henchmen behind the shield, too?

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: Are the four Nagadarr henchmen behind the shield, too?

Not anymore. They left so it could be concentrated over the commander and the device.

[Cyke]

Not anymore. They left so it could be concentrated over the commander and the device.

Excellent. Now back to our scheduled programming...

———

The commander Zaofan, Charco, and P-sta are with grunts and crouches, a Persia l shield around him and the device as he starts tapping away at its controls.

It looks like a very powerful bomb of some sort.

——-

While exchanging a flurry of blows with two of the henchmen, the device's rate of beeping increases sufficiently for Zaofan to turn his head, seeing the Commander tapping away at its controls.

"Okay, that sound can't be good. Charco! Pasta! I can occupy these guards, but we need to deal with their boss and the device!"

If these Nagadarr are lacking anything, it's grace and agility. Zaofan fluidly leaps over one, with his head mere inches above a Nagadarr's head. Mid-flight, he grabs that one by the shoulders and, using his momentum and Chef Brutus' training, flips him onto his partner. The damage the two suffer certainly won't keep them down for even a few seconds, but it would give Zaofan just enough time to fly in a zip to the other two guards, unleashing a series of kicks to keep them busy as well.