Dragonball M, Chapter 3: In Blood, Bone, and Ash! The Way Forward Unlocked!

[grampagen]

A figure of ancient power lay upon its face. A visage of a djinn.

Perhaps the Doctor thought one could grant a wish for her. Far less powerful than the Eternal Dragons, djinn are tricky creatures who only once can grant a wish.

From the power to create a reality, to the power to twist it if it could not stand on its own. How many other methods of creating that perfect world of erased time cleansed of the knowledge of sin did the architect of so many miseries bring? How many countless others died for lesser desires? The Doctor he knew, the one who held others slave to their hearts desires was a victim of her own. But this was not enough. All of Time itself, was not enough.

Now the relics of her scheme was all that remained. Fragments of a manufactured future lost. The pain, fear, and above all else, desire to make it right.

The test of her resolve had failed the moment she tread upon the dreams of others to realize hers. To supplant the will of another in such a manner was something he would not compromise upon. And yet, with he power to grant a single wish, at the moment there was only one thing he could call to mind.

Gritting his teeth, Ochazuke's shoulders slumped forward, and his heavy hands fell upon the desk, and a bitter, choking sound left him as he trembled. Not here. Not while we have yet...

How could somebody who understand this with the utmost clarity still determine this was the necessary course for some greater good? The essence of gods, the will of enslaved spirits, how would the moments wrought by these ill-gotten gains make recompense of those who died to hold them? Another trinket to hold in custody.

Blinking hard, he brushed the stinging droplets from his eyes he looked at the last series of items of a more mundane make. Bracers and a silver circlet. He blinked away the bleariness in his vision to examine the strikingly familiar regalia closer. Not only the Doctor's legacy...but those who had fallen.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

" Dash, I been saving this. It's time to bring out the big gun, Althena hand me that tube!" Praxat said.

Althena tosses Praxat the tube which Praxat grabs. This tube is an energy stabilizer that Praxat modifier into a ( Power) energy amplifier.

Praxat puts the energy amplifier into an empty slot in her power armor. The amplifier overclocks the armor, and it starts to glow red hot. Praxat then surges her bioelectricity through the armor and cups her hands.

Charging up the heat energy that is gathering between her hands. Praxat faces Althena. ( Okay I bank this all on Aoem's greatest technique Rebound Flash Boost Counter!) Praxat thought.

Althena gets in a Vear stance. ( Huh why is Praxat facing me and not one of those giant creatures? )




Once Fully charge Praxat unleashes a charged highly concentrated heat beam at Althena. Just before the heat beam reaches Althena. Her right-hand begins to glow with golden light. Althena times her movement and swipes her right hand like a sword at the heat beam.



Althena successfully pulls off the Rebound Flash Boost Counter. The heat beam is reflected back at Praxat at more than double it's original power. Praxat quickly moves out of the way so that the beam can hit one of the giantesses.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

From the power to create a reality, to the power to twist it if it could not stand on its own. How many other methods of creating that perfect world of erased time cleansed of the knowledge of sin did the architect of so many miseries bring? How many countless others died for lesser desires? The Doctor he knew, the one who held others slave to their hearts desires was a victim of her own. But this was not enough. All of Time itself, was not enough.

Now the relics of her scheme was all that remained. Fragments of a manufactured future lost. The pain, fear, and above all else, desire to make it right.

The test of her resolve had failed the moment she tread upon the dreams of others to realize hers. To supplant the will of another in such a manner was something he would not compromise upon. And yet, with he power to grant a single wish, at the moment there was only one thing he could call to mind.

Gritting his teeth, Ochazuke's shoulders slumped forward, and his heavy hands fell upon the desk, and a bitter, choking sound left him as he trembled. Not here. Not while we have yet...

How could somebody who understand this with the utmost clarity still determine this was the necessary course for some greater good? The essence of gods, the will of enslaved spirits, how would the moments wrought by these ill-gotten gains make recompense of those who died to hold them? Another trinket to hold in custody.

Blinking hard, he brushed the stinging droplets from his eyes he looked at the last series of items of a more mundane make. Bracers and a silver circlet. He blinked away the bleariness in his vision to examine the strikingly familiar regalia closer. Not only the Doctor's legacy...but those who had fallen.

Each seems to contain some sort of ki enhancement upon them. With further research, Ochazuke can see the familiar pattern of Zxu'ro in the items.

Items he must have worn once upon a time.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

A twinge of power drew Rex's attention, causing the saurian to turn to face it. There were several of them, in fact, their ki signatures were nearly identical.

"Three? Perfect. One for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..."

Energy crackled between his fingers as he raised a hand in the general directions of the giants. It didn't matter if there were walls separating him from them, the Strongest made his own path. Firing a blast of the poisonous ghost hakai, the Tyrant King would be inserting himself into this fight.

"It's time to hunt..."

The walls vanish under his blast and eventually tunnels into the docking bay, breaking against one giant and....not doing any real damage.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

What Parsley found out was horrifying. Midori had combined her own DNA with that of the First Race. The result? This... unholy abomination the likes of which dwarfed all the other abominable hybrid travesty she had had the misfortune of encountering during this mission.

She swallowed and stepped away from the computer. What have you done?

"That creature in the tube," she spoke in a shaky voice to Ishtar, "is a combination of Midori's DNA and that of the First Race." The need to hypothesize about how powerful such a being would be was negligible. It wouldn't matter, because she intended on destroying it. "I need to destroy this before it grows to full strength." She walked toward it and placed her hands on the jar. Then, she unleashed a tremendous blast, intent on killing it before it could do any harm.

The glass container remains intact.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Ishtar was trying her best to not focus on the obstruction to the view of the floor. When Parsley told her what she'd found however, the Oni's focus shifted and she let slip a shaky sigh.

"For the ... best."

Assuming it didn't die outright from the attack Ishtar felt not a moment later, a few scribbles on Parsley's back later; and a spell to burn away the target -- which in this case was the clone-hybrid -- was added to the mix.

"I am sorry for ... using your back as a ... canvas."

The glass container seems intact still, clearly a byproduct of the new katchin turned transparent somehow.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem phases through the ship's walls and delivers a diving Katchin headbutt to one.;

One of the giants stumbles back, and falls, only to lance Sasheem with spear like fingers.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sarada sighed. Is it too much to ask that I can just go home? Vocado was looking very good at the moment. Far better than this dingy, piece of crap shithole Midori called a base. Sighing heavily, Sarada rose to her feet and jabbed Nevanlinna on the arm. "Thanks, for the second time, Neva. Don't know where I'd be without you." With a respectful nod at P-Sta, she quickly transformed into a Super Saiyan and flew at speed to the docks where all the action was.

She arrived quickly and beheld... three giants, one of which was fighting some woman in some kind of armor? "The **** is going on around here?"

Whatever. There were bodies that needed to be bodied and the woman to do it had just hit the scene. She picked a target -- the one that Sasheem didn't attack -- and blitzed toward them at full speed. "Konichiwa, fuckface!" she bellowed as she spiraled up its body, then pelted it with blast after blast once she was above it.

The blasts push it back, but like with Dash, don’t seem to show actual damage.

Sarada does get the sense these aren’t First Race members themselves, but golems created by them.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Four against three, now that's more like it." Dash,relieved at the help, now focused on the Giantess who began this unwanted delay. With her hand planted firmly against the one hand of the Giant lady, she channeled her ki through them. First they glowed, then she pushed the ki outward as a blast, trying to push her away from the Coldlight.

And does so, pushing the giant golem into the wall. After a while, it slowly starts fighting itself and pushing through the blast towards Dash.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

" Dash, I been saving this. It's time to bring out the big gun, Althena hand me that tube!" Praxat said.

Althena tosses Praxat the tube which Praxat grabs. This tube is an energy stabilizer that Praxat modifier into a ( Power) energy amplifier.

Praxat puts the energy amplifier into an empty slot in her power armor. The amplifier overclocks the armor, and it starts to glow red hot. Praxat then surges her bioelectricity through the armor and cups her hands.

Charging up the heat energy that is gathering between her hands. Praxat faces Althena. ( Okay I bank this all on Aoem's greatest technique Rebound Flash Boost Counter!) Praxat thought.

Althena gets in a Vear stance. ( Huh why is Praxat facing me and not one of those giant creatures? )




Once Fully charge Praxat unleashes a charged highly concentrated heat beam at Althena. Just before the heat beam reaches Althena. Her right-hand begins to glow with golden light. Althena times her movement and swipes her right hand like a sword at the heat beam.



Althena successfully pulls off the Rebound Flash Boost Counter. The heat beam is reflected back at Praxat at more than double it's original power. Praxat quickly moves out of the way so that the beam can hit one of the giantesses.

The one pushing against Dash’s attack is side clipped by this beam and slammed into the wall. It slowly melts into it and disappears.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"It might be easier to show you..."

Extending her hand out, a holographic image appeared, floating above her palm. It was a map of sorts, displaying a universe, from which a massive maelstrom of sorts upended solar systems and destroyed stars and planets.

"Twelve years ago, a monster appeared on Earth. Growing in power from those it defeated, it eventually became as you see here. The doctor theorizes that, if left unchecked, the beast might soon gain the power needed to tear his way into other universes."

Closing her hand, the image vanished, "I was the only one who could successfully use our time machine, so I was sent to this time to seek a means to stop it."


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A coward? A curious insult considering he had always been rather upfront about his intentions. Glancing to the Doctor, or rather Midori, Rex found his anger deflating at the sight of the brutality she had endured from the others.

"What a disappointment... I suppose I should thank Charco for distracting me. I would have hated for my first meal to be so... unappetizing..."

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Fracking Time Travel......”

Evan cocks her head.

“How long into the future is this incident?”

[Tami]

The one pushing against Dash’s attack is side clipped by this beam and slammed into the wall. It slowly melts into it and disappears.

Dash uses that moment to activate her Comm and reach out to Jinzi, "Hey, Jin, get the Coldlight outta here. These, whatever they are, are gunnin for you an the ship."

Giving Praxat a thumbs up, she prepares herself for round two while seeing if the others need help.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

The glass container remains intact.

The glass container seems intact still, clearly a byproduct of the new katchin turned transparent somehow.

Too tired to find the words, the Oni simply says "... damn."

After a moment of struggling to use her senses however, she does realize what the tube is composed of. "... transparent Katchin." A clever trick, really. For all her arrogance and naivete, Midori was certainly intelligent. Assuming of course she had not simply repurposed more First Race technology.

"If you do that thing ... again. Might be able to manipulate it ... but more of those ... things are coming. Need to go soon." As she waited on Parsley's response then, Ishtar began to notice that her body, most notably the hole in her torso, was beginning to itch. A rather curious thing, really. Though for the moment she simply took it to mean that she was begging to regain feeling.

... and that would be a fun level of pain, surely.

[KingofPie]

One of the giants stumbles back, and falls, only to lance Sasheem with spear like fingers.

Sasheem let's the fingers pierce his shoulders before grabbing both arms and sinking beneath the floor, fingers still within him. He then swims beneath the giant and emerges on the opposite end still holding it's arms with him before he suddenly backwards over the creatures head, twisting it's arms in the complete opposite directions with the intent to snap them off.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Sasheem, you actually manage to snap the fingers off. The giant golem doesn’t say anything as it slowly merged back into the wall.