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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

She pauses to asses the situation, then decides to act. Using Cytokinesis, Meagan creates 7 clones of herself, each one invisible as well. While she stays back, each of her clones moves in silently towards the guards. Using enhanced speed, each clone disarms a corresponding guard and breaks their necks before they have time to react.

Meagan waits to make sure no alarm has been sounded. Assuming she hears nothing, she approaches the door, opens it and steps inside. As she does, each of her seven clones carries the bodies of the Junjo guards into the Pen area, placing them where they would not be discovered so easily. Once done, the clones fade away.

It leads deep into the asteroid, and another locked door.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

“500,000 credits.”


A soft, female voice calls out. It comes from a shrouded humanoid.

[Tami]

It leads deep into the asteroid, and another locked door.

Continuing downward, Meagan made it to the second door. Attempting to open it, she found it locked. Examining the door, she found the source of the lock. She then held up two fingers and a small sphere of Ki formed at the tips. Pushing the small Ki grenade into the lock, she stepped back and detonated it, hoping to blow a hole in the lock and open the door.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

****.

Sarada forgot the link she shared with Ishtar in the heat of her conniption. The sudden fit of rage must have felt like getting hit in the face with a sledgehammer.

She breathed in deeply, and let it out slowly to calm herself down. Getting agitated over a laugh wasn't going to help their efforts on bit.

'Sorry. I'm fine. It's just... I just got triggered for a second. I thought my sister was here. She's not.'

Parsley?

Ishtar knew well enough who the girl was, and what she had done to understand why Sarada had reacted as she did. That it was still this much of an issue was ... concerning. Yet with the words that she was well and simply caught off guard, the Oni nodded slowly before offering some small comfort.

'Alright. Just making sure. And if she shows her face will will handle it, okay? I will always be here.'

If she did decide to show up here, given the individuals around however ... it would not be pretty.

“500,000 credits.”


A soft, female voice calls out. It comes from a shrouded humanoid.

Ishtar cocks her head slightly at the bid, before stepping away to see if she can discern the face hidden beneath the shroud.

[Tami]

“500,000 credits.”


A soft, female voice calls out. It comes from a shrouded humanoid.

The man growled in annoyance, but did not counter the bid.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

“500,000 credits.”


A soft, female voice calls out. It comes from a shrouded humanoid.

Between the mysterious man and mysterious woman, the price had jumped up to half a million credits in the blink of an eye. While the crates weren't what she was there for, she hated losing.

"750,000," she offered as her final bid.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Adam checks the area to see if there are other Junjo near by, then lowers a series of tendrils. Four envelop the devices to block attempts at using them, the rest gag and lift the aliens into the vent, where Adam quietly strangles them. It considers having the life choked out of you in the dark by something you can't see to be a merciful death for slavers. When their struggles cease, Adam twists their necks until they break, then examines the devices.

They die, no one notices. The devices seem to be portable neural stunners, but the tech is......strange. The energy cannot be absorbed by Adam, and the materials the weapon is made from is not known.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Uh... no. We don't have any 'master'." Shiro said, Midori adding "We're our own masters."

"But why didn't your master come them-self?"

“Own....masters.....”

The robot seems.....confused, his words hesitant at the very idea.

“My Master seemed it unsafe for his travel. I was sent instead. If something happens, I am a disposable asset.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Between the mysterious man and mysterious woman, the price had jumped up to half a million credits in the blink of an eye. While the crates weren't what she was there for, she hated losing.

"750,000," she offered as her final bid.

“5,000,000.”

The women’s voice shocks the room. No one says anything else, and after a moment, the Junjo nods.

“Sold.”

The cloaked women walks up, swipes a data hop and the Junjo’s eyes widen at the fact she just did the transaction then instead of waiting. She then effortlessly grabs the catchin crate and leaves.

Ishtar gets an image of a cybernetic limb, and that is all she can make out before the women leaves with her catchin.

“Next up, our slaves!”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Continuing downward, Meagan made it to the second door. Attempting to open it, she found it locked. Examining the door, she found the source of the lock. She then held up two fingers and a small sphere of Ki formed at the tips. Pushing the small Ki grenade into the lock, she stepped back and detonated it, hoping to blow a hole in the lock and open the door.

She does so, and once inside, sees multiple sealed off pens. Inside each one is a number of captured slaves. The rooms they are sealed in are secure and protected by shielding. Sound proof too, and the window in each one is one way, so she can see in but they cannot are out.

She sees hundreds of Chromaki too.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

“5,000,000.”

The women’s voice shocks the room. No one says anything else, and after a moment, the Junjo nods.

“Sold.”

The cloaked women walks up, swipes a data hop and the Junjo’s eyes widen at the fact she just did the transaction then instead of waiting. She then effortlessly grabs the catchin crate and leaves.

Ishtar gets an image of a cybernetic limb, and that is all she can make out before the women leaves with her catchin.

“Next up, our slaves!”

Five million?

From the response by everyone in the room, Ishtar realized that must have been a considerable amount of money. Yet as the woman strode forward and paid, before departing quickly, the glimpse of a cybernetic arm gave her pause, followed by a simple acknowledgement that what she knew of the woman who purchased a crate of nigh-indestructible metal was ...

Not good enough.

After a second's hesitation, the Oni slips into the Druj, leaving behind a near perfect ice-imitation of herself nearby a wall, as she stalks off invisibly after. If she catches sight of the woman again, the Oni will attempt to bridge a link with her mind via telepathy.

[Tami]

She does so, and once inside, sees multiple sealed off pens. Inside each one is a number of captured slaves. The rooms they are sealed in are secure and protected by shielding. Sound proof too, and the window in each one is one way, so she can see in but they cannot are out.

She sees hundreds of Chromaki too.

Her anger in check, an emotion she will save for later use, Meagan lifts off the ground to examine the room. Still invisible, she tries to determine how the shielding works and how the captives are moved from the room. If she can not disable the shields, she will wait fro the Junjo to do it for her. One way or another, she swore she would free them all and take her revenge on the Junjo.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Five million?

From the response by everyone in the room, Ishtar realized that must have been a considerable amount of money. Yet as the woman strode forward and paid, before departing quickly, the glimpse of a cybernetic arm gave her pause, followed by a simple acknowledgement that what she knew of the woman who purchased a crate of nigh-indestructible metal was ...

Not good enough.

After a second's hesitation, the Oni slips into the Druj, leaving behind a near perfect ice-imitation of herself nearby a wall, as she stalks off invisibly after. If she catches sight of the woman again, the Oni will attempt to bridge a link with her mind via telepathy.

Four words echoes back across when their nods meet.

Seek.

Find.

Power.

Genesis.

And this image (insert image of Genesis from the sign-up page herw, as I cannot find it) pops into her head, alongside a well of power that actually leaves Ishtar staggered and frightened in place.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Parsley?

Ishtar knew well enough who the girl was, and what she had done to understand why Sarada had reacted as she did. That it was still this much of an issue was ... concerning. Yet with the words that she was well and simply caught off guard, the Oni nodded slowly before offering some small comfort.

'Alright. Just making sure. And if she shows her face will will handle it, okay? I will always be here.'

If she did decide to show up here, given the individuals around however ... it would not be pretty.

Sarada nodded. 'Thanks, Ishtar. I appreciate it.'

She highly doubted Parsley would show up here. While this was her kind of event – buying people for indentured servitude – she was far too refined to step foot in a seedy place like this.

At best, she'd send a member of her team as a proxy.

“5,000,000.”

The women’s voice shocks the room. No one says anything else, and after a moment, the Junjo nods.

“Sold.”

The cloaked women walks up, swipes a data hop and the Junjo’s eyes widen at the fact she just did the transaction then instead of waiting. She then effortlessly grabs the catchin crate and leaves.

Ishtar gets an image of a cybernetic limb, and that is all she can make out before the women leaves with her catchin.

“Next up, our slaves!”

Sarada figured the woman would offer a counter, but not 5 million. It was so steep and sudden that she didn't have a chance to consider a counter of her own before the crate was sold, purchased, and the woman was on her way out with crate in hand.

"What the hell?" was all she could muster.

"Whatever. The slaves are next." She noticed that several of her teammates were missing. She hoped that was because they had slipped away to figure out how to free the prisoners. Hurry up, guys.

[Miburo]

The Nevadian glanced at the auction hall, before shaking his head.

There was potential at an auction, true. If the audience had no true grasp of value, it might have allowed someone to buy something at a price well below it's value, and well above their means. But, more often than not, it was the auctioneer who was truly victorious, and it was for that reason that the Nevadian had sworn to avoid auctions outside of the utmost necessity.

It was also for that reason that Held preferred to sell his own items via the same manner, or at least via bargaining.

Still, at such a large, illicit bazzar, there was bound to be something of interest. The others had already wondered off, some with greed in their eyes, others with vengeance and a goal that would most assuredly end in bloodshed.

It was an old tale to the Nevadian. Things hardly got that violent on his planet, and the others protected by the Merchants Guild, but the hustle and bustle, beings from all over the galaxy searching for something; Something that they needed, something they perhaps desired, something to honor a loved one, or simply something to spend their money on.

And in the seedier parts, where the eyes of the guild were not....It was more of the same, albeit with a bit more taking, or trying to take, and failing, before paying in blood.

Perhaps it was the energy of this place itself, or simply odd nostalgia, but the Nevadian couldn't help but smirk slightly to himself.

"I wonder if they have anything good to drink in a place like this." He mused to himself, as he searched for a cantina.