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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: Gotcha...

IC: "Ah, Held! Just in time..." P-Sta coughed, holding his chest where a small hole, one of several, revealed some exposed wires as well as some blue blood leaking out. "Well...maybe you're a little late..." he stated, pulling himself back up. "But, no matter! Our foe's barrier is not unbreakable! We can apply pressure!" P-Sta leaned forward and swiped his arm. Knockback Wave!" he announced as six ki blasts, began to hone in on the commander, three on each side.

It raises its arms and charges at P-sta.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The commander she thought she was attacking decimals and slams a knife into her side, burying it deep. Another starts striking her
with the butt of a rifle at her head.

The restraints hold, though its close.

Sarada gritted her teeth and breathed in a ragged breath to keep from screaming out when she was stabbed in the side. Despite these efforts, a burning pain shot through her torso. "Fucking… cowards…!" she growled when the two started to attack her while she was helpless.

One of then stabbed her, meaning h had to get in close. Her tail suddenly lashed out, the katchin knife it was wrapped around seeking it stab into the things throat before retreating away to safety.

Two could play at this game.

She increased her power some and kept trying to break free.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

11,000 each.

The commander she thought she was attacking decimals and slams a knife into her side, burying it deep. Another starts striking her
with the butt of a rifle at her head.

The restraints hold, though its close.

Sarada gritted her teeth and breathed in a ragged breath to keep from screaming out when she was stabbed in the side. Despite these efforts, a burning pain shot through her torso. "Fucking… cowards…!" she growled when the two started to attack her while she was helpless.

One of then stabbed her, meaning h had to get in close. Her tail suddenly lashed out, the katchin knife it was wrapped around seeking it stab into the things throat before retreating away to safety.

Two could play at this game.

She increased her power some and kept trying to break free.

Nevanlinna, having seen enough of the male halfbreed for the time being, had wandered off to more closely observe the others. From afar, she'd witnessed Ishtar use that wondrous gravity spell of hers again, at a much grander intensity, as well as what transpired afterwards--namely, Sarada's attack being redirected and her subsequent... bondage. Seeing the Saiyan like that elicited a chuckle from the princess, though it... wouldn't do if such a potentially useful asset were to die here.

Drawing her sword, she assumed a high stance with it, charging ki into it, as well as drawing in ambient mana. Her sword began shining with a bright, blue-white light...



After a brief moment, she thrust her sword forward, and the gathered, compressed energy lanced out in the form of a thin blue beam, aimed squarely at the Nagadarr commander's head--the very same one currently distracted stabbing Sarada, as well as preparing to counter the Saiyan's own knife-strike.

[KingofPie]

It raises its arms and charges at P-sta.

P-Sta, leaps forward despite the pain he found himself in and activated his Katchin mode while extending his right arm. "Meteor Clothesline!" he shouted, blasting some ki from his feet to increase his acceleration as he aimed to tackle the commander onto the floor in a charge of his own.

[MrSandman]

Meagan holds up a hand to Asha'raha and then nods to Etrina, "Before considering Asah'rah's plan, Etrina, what did you have in mind?"

"........Blasting a hole in the hull will attract a lot of attention to our escape, we can't account for all possible counters once they know what we're trying to do. They only alternative would be to bypass the hull and shields entirely...." Etrina had a look on her face akin to one who had something very foul in her mouth that she was holding back from just spitting out to safe face. ".....My family is associated with someone who has access to planar shifting abilities that are....rather frighteningly powerful. We need not have to blow our way through the shields if we were to bypass the space all-together." She glanced to Asha'rah, then bit her lip with a downward glance. "....I have no guarantee that she's listening, though I have my suspicions. If she doesn't, we go to Asha'rahs plan. If she does....it won't be a free deal......but if it keeps these children from suffering, I can manage."

[MrSandman]

It's an understatement to surmise that this Nagadarr died a slow and agonizing death. With two bodies at the outer Blast Door, and two more near the inner one, Erosa made her kill. However, the inner blast door was sealed up, the control mechanism was damaged beyond repair, and the door its' self was designed to survive a nuclear blast. Even with a power boost, it is going to be difficult for her to get through on her own.

However, currently nothing stops her from trying if she wishes to.

Erosa did a quick scan of the blastdoor, then walls around the blast door too see if they were made of a more damageable material. Silly people sometimes tended to put all their effort in the doors and less so in the walls around them. The idea of clawing her way around the door was somewhat amusing, but highly unlikely.....by why not.

With no remaining options she'd have to brute force it.

Standing in front of the door, Erosa tapped into the power of her Magicite heart once more....pulling more charged magical energy from it then she had before. A pale white aura sprung forth from her body along with thin streams of steam, then...pulling back with her claw. She delivered a single strike to the center of the doorframe to see how well it took.

(Magicite Stage 2 - PL 18,000)

[Tami]

"........Blasting a hole in the hull will attract a lot of attention to our escape, we can't account for all possible counters once they know what we're trying to do. They only alternative would be to bypass the hull and shields entirely...." Etrina had a look on her face akin to one who had something very foul in her mouth that she was holding back from just spitting out to safe face. ".....My family is associated with someone who has access to planar shifting abilities that are....rather frighteningly powerful. We need not have to blow our way through the shields if we were to bypass the space all-together." She glanced to Asha'rah, then bit her lip with a downward glance. "....I have no guarantee that she's listening, though I have my suspicions. If she doesn't, we go to Asha'rahs plan. If she does....it won't be a free deal......but if it keeps these children from suffering, I can manage."

"Reminds me of my Mentor. Though I do not fear her, there other reasons why I can not call on her for help. I have already abused that privilege once too often. The decision has to be yours, Etrina, if you are the one who may pay a price for it. But we need to act quickly, I am sure that eventually our activities will be noticed. If the risk to yourself is too great, we will go with Asha'rah's plan and do our best to protect the children."

[Tami]

Erosa did a quick scan of the blastdoor, then walls around the blast door too see if they were made of a more damageable material. Silly people sometimes tended to put all their effort in the doors and less so in the walls around them. The idea of clawing her way around the door was somewhat amusing, but highly unlikely.....by why not.

With no remaining options she'd have to brute force it.

Standing in front of the door, Erosa tapped into the power of her Magicite heart once more....pulling more charged magical energy from it then she had before. A pale white aura sprung forth from her body along with thin streams of steam, then...pulling back with her claw. She delivered a single strike to the center of the doorframe to see how well it took.

(Magicite Stage 2 - PL 18,000)

The door, as well as it's frame and the wall around it, hold, but the metal shows signs of denting and buckling. From behind the door, she can hear movement, movement that seems to be getting louder and more urgent.

[rhyvurg]

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.

"You have chosen death. Very well. Beginning testing. I would appreciate it if you didn't try to foolishly cling to life, I would like to compare your results to others of your kind, you seem atypical. But I doubt my companions will allow me to kill prisoners. So it would be ideal if we can conclude this before the battle ends. Personal Gravity Manipulation Apparatus." Adam starts by reducing the Nagadarr's gravity, then reversing it, trying to make it fall into the ceiling.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Her face split into a satisfactory grin. "Good. Now get ready to witness really power."

Her aura flared and expanded. This son of a bitch thought he was so cool and tough from behind his barrier. Now he had the chance to test his ability against a real fighter.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Sarada increased her power just slightly to an even 40k, then she dashed toward the Commander at full speed. As she approached him, she checked his power level.

She fired off five energy blasts that veered off away from him at the last second, the threw a straight punch aimed at his chest.

Without a response, Sarada charges forward and gives in to the Commander's bait.

Understandable, really. That the Nagadarr had defied the Saiyan twice despite her overwhelming power was a seemingly slight- or an offering of defiance- and such could not be left alone without a response. It was however, something of a bother given Ishtar's current state. Wounded, and maintaining the stone wall that had been erected to stave off gunfire, there wasn't much that could be done by her; beyond what she was at currently. To say nothing of Ereshkigal, the young Oni who had opted to follow despite the nature of the current tasks.

At the least though, it afforded Ishtar a moment to sit back and consider the issue that was the ability to redirect Ki energy.

I wonder if I ...

Her fist goes right through him as his illusion fades.

Immediately, five harpoon clamps decloak and fire from hidden positions. One attaches to each limb, one around her neck, and then they magnetize and slam into each other, locking her in a hunched over ball. Needles inside the clamps pierce her skin and start injecting her with a strange chemical cocktail.

Damn it. She could feel the cocktail eating away at her inner ki pool. The more she powered up, the faster it ate away. Before long, she'd have nothing to draw from and would really be out of the fight.

Damn it.

She halted her power up and lowered her power level. I have to get out of this! She flexed her arms and tried to bust out the old-fashioned way.

The commander she thought she was attacking decimals and slams a knife into her side, burying it deep. Another starts striking her
with the butt of a rifle at her head.

The restraints hold, though its close.

As Ishtar quickly considered her options and began fashioning a spell, several things shook her concentration and added to the pain already suffered due to her damaged ribs. First, Sarada found herself entrapped, and while the Oni was unable to see what exactly it was, it was enough to know that the Commander had likely been attempting to bait one of them in for specifically that purpose. Then came the feeling of weakening energy.

Perhaps some countermeasure- another that had not been explained- and one that might explain the Nagadarr's ability to maintain a battle this long without lacking in precision Ki control themselves.

What was most jarring, however, was the definite feeling of a knife being shoved into Sarada's side. The third time something of this fashion had come to pass.

For a moment, Ishtar considered Aeshma Xeshm, a reflexive reaction to the familiar pangs that threatened to repeat a thing that had happened so long ago. Yet ... such would be foolish, losing control now- when there was more than simply her own body to worry over- was a fool's errand. Ereshkigal needed protecting, the offer of help with the liberation of Chroma needed to be fulfilled. To say nothing of what might happen if Ishtar died again ..

So instead, another hiss of pain was offered as Ishtar put the final touches on the spell she had been working toward. A blending of gravity, and binding magics ...

After a brief moment, she thrust her sword forward, and the gathered, compressed energy lanced out in the form of a thin blue beam, aimed squarely at the Nagadarr commander's head--the very same one currently distracted stabbing Sarada, as well as preparing to counter the Saiyan's own knife-strike.

Only for a ripple of energy from Nevanlinna to register to Ishtar's senses.

A thin lance of magically backed energy fired towards the Commander who made ready to put an end to Sarada's life. Respect for the strange woman rising slightly- both from the act itself, and the method used- Ishtar continued to put the finishing touches on the admittedly dangerous meshing of magic and Ki; before stepping into the fray herself. Ensuring that Ereshkigal will be perfectly safe for the few moments the Oni is distracted, the Oni drops the makeshift barrier wall she had erected and begins building up a massive charge of electricity ...

Sarada gritted her teeth and breathed in a ragged breath to keep from screaming out when she was stabbed in the side. Despite these efforts, a burning pain shot through her torso. "Fucking… cowards…!" she growled when the two started to attack her while she was helpless.

One of then stabbed her, meaning h had to get in close. Her tail suddenly lashed out, the katchin knife it was wrapped around seeking it stab into the things throat before retreating away to safety.

Two could play at this game.

She increased her power some and kept trying to break free.

Eyes aglow, and skin crackling with energy, Ishtar plants her feet firmly and extends her palms towards the Nagadarr Commander, then. With his back turned, and the beam of blended energies offered by Nevanlinna ... the golden-eyed Oni was quite sure this wouldn't miss ... and in the event that it did; Ishtar wasn't quite sure it would matter. Protected from manipulation, the Ki-Lightning would maintain its cohesion and striking power until the magic backing it failed- or was turned off- at which point the compressed energies would violently detonate enveloping the target, or target(s) before the lighting disappeared in a flash as it was wont to.

A means of protection both for the planet beneath, and the woman she loved ... and one that hopefully worked as intended.

So with a hiss of pain offered from Ishtar as the energy was forced into shape and discharged, the gravitationally-bound bolt of electricity split the battlefield.

"Vairyanãm Anghu Raocah."

[Cyke]

Held appears to help Charco, Zaofan, and P-sta. His spear ounche sthrough the Commander’s Barker, forcing him to dodge in alarm.

OOC: Gotcha...

IC: "Ah, Held! Just in time..." P-Sta coughed, holding his chest where a small hole, one of several, revealed some exposed wires as well as some blue blood leaking out. "Well...maybe you're a little late..." he stated, pulling himself back up. "But, no matter! Our foe's barrier is not unbreakable! We can apply pressure!" P-Sta leaned forward and swiped his arm. Knockback Wave!" he announced as six ki blasts, began to hone in on the commander, three on each side.

It raises its arms and charges at P-sta.

P-Sta, leaps forward despite the pain he found himself in and activated his Katchin mode while extending his right arm. "Meteor Clothesline!" he shouted, blasting some ki from his feet to increase his acceleration as he aimed to tackle the commander onto the floor in a charge of his own.

Groggily lifting himself from the ground after the explosion, Zaofan's knees feel weak. Still, the opening provided by his old pal Held could be just what they need. He wearily wipes the blood off the corner of his mouth.

Seeing P-Sta launching in katchin form, with additional ki both propelling and protecting his legs, Zaofan moves behind him. His sleeves flapping audibly with each motion, he crosses his arms into an X over his chest, pulls his arms back with his index and middle fingers up and thumbs out to frame the sides of his chest, thrusts his arms forward, and fires crimson from his eyes. "OPTIC BLAST!"

With his katchin shell and ki legs, P-Sta should be protected from Zaofan's beam. Rather, the concussive force adds to P-Sta's speed, accelerating the officer's momentum even more ino a giant battering ram, the force of the beam shoving P-Sta and combining energies for sheer impact.

"The P in P-Sta stands for Projectile!"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The improvised P-sta bartering ram slams into the commander they are fighting and bolls him over, specially propelled by Zaofan’s optic blast.

[Yun Lao]

Held appears to help Charco, Zaofan, and P-sta. His spear ounche sthrough the Commander’s Barker, forcing him to dodge in alarm.

Part of him had been hoping the commander had died in the blast, but such thoughts were too optimistic. Still, seeing the enemy's reaction to Held's spear was promising enough. Their shields were finite in strength, which meant that they just had to crack them open.

Groggily lifting himself from the ground after the explosion, Zaofan's knees feel weak. Still, the opening provided by his old pal Held could be just what they need. He wearily wipes the blood off the corner of his mouth.

Seeing P-Sta launching in katchin form, with additional ki both propelling and protecting his legs, Zaofan moves behind him. His sleeves flapping audibly with each motion, he crosses his arms into an X over his chest, pulls his arms back with his index fingers and thumbs out to frame the sides of his chest, thrusts his arms forward, and fires crimson from his eyes. "OPTIC BLAST!"

With his katchin shell and ki legs, P-Sta should be protected from Zaofan's beam. Rather, the concussive force adds to P-Sta's speed, accelerating the officer's momentum even more ino a giant battering ram, the force of the beam shoving P-Sta and combining energies for sheer impact.

"The P in P-Sta stands for Projectile!"

As Zaofan accelerated P-Sta towards the commander like a rocket, the police officer would find he had taken on a hitchhiker for his little trip. Resting on his shoulders, Charco quickly chose to add his own into the mix by powering up, the familiar bulking up his muscles, the rise of his power level, and the change of aura colors from green and orange indicating that he had tapped into the Thyreophora state.

Channeling the excess energy into his only available hand, the usually invisible Terrible Claws were dyed that bright, fiery orange only before extending out beyond their usual range, now resembling five Terrible Scythes. Pushing himself ahead of P-Sta with a Carnotaurus Charge, Charco slashes out at the commander before twisting aside to avoid his teammate's tackle.

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[Thyreophora, Second State Activated]
[PL of Attack: 12,750]
[Posts Until Detonation: None (Thyreophora energy used up in post via Terrible Scythes)]

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The commander that stabbed Sarada batted her tail knife strike away and kicked her, breaking two ribs. Just then, Neva and Ishtar launched attacks.



When the dust settles, only Sarada’s attested form lays on the ground.

In the distance, the Nagadarr commander struggles to his feet. At the last moment, seven of his soldiers had blocked the two blasts by jumping in front of their leader. All had been dusted and the commander blasted back.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Part of him had been hoping the commander had died in the blast, but such thoughts were too optimistic. Still, seeing the enemy's reaction to Held's spear was promising enough. Their shields were finite in strength, which meant that they just had to crack them open.



As Zaofan accelerated P-Sta towards the commander like a rocket, the police officer would find he had taken on a hitchhiker for his little trip. Resting on his shoulders, Charco quickly chose to add his own into the mix by powering up, the familiar bulking up his muscles, the rise of his power level, and the change of aura colors from green and orange indicating that he had tapped into the Thyreophora state.

Channeling the excess energy into his only available hand, the usually invisible Terrible Claws were dyed that bright, fiery orange only before extending out beyond their usual range, now resembling five Terrible Scythes. Pushing himself ahead of P-Sta with a Carnotaurus Charge, Charco slashes out at the commander before twisting aside to avoid his teammate's tackle.

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[Thyreophora, Second State Activated]
[PL of Attack: 12,750]
[Posts Until Detonation: None (Thyreophora energy used up in post via Terrible Scythes)]

Charco, in one move, takes his head off.