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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    He banishes the black hole.

    “Well, let’s start this way: what are ya both looking fer in particular? A particular type of magic or spell?”
    For Parsley, it was simple. "Something to make me more versatile in battle," she responded.

    There was already a great deal she could do with Blood magic, but that required a high cost and not one that she wanted to keep paying over and over again just so she could have some versatility. Learning other forms of magic - ones that could be cast without having to cut herself open over and over again - would have been a big advantage.

    "Something like a transmutation magic." Turning one thing into another thing could be quite useful, she figured.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    He banishes the black hole.

    “Well, let’s start this way: what are ya both looking fer in particular? A particular type of magic or spell?”
    "....Sealing Magic." Etrina finally spoke. "Something that can weaken or stop a foe stronger then myself. Something to stop an enemy that I don't wish to harm...even if that enemy were a god. Would you know anything along those lines?"

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    Quote Originally Posted by MrSandman View Post
    "....Sealing Magic." Etrina finally spoke. "Something that can weaken or stop a foe stronger then myself. Something to stop an enemy that I don't wish to harm...even if that enemy were a god. Would you know anything along those lines?"
    Parsley glanced at Etrina, but said nothing. So, it's come to this. Preparing ahead of time for the inevitable conflict. She had been hoping it wouldn't come to that, that certain parties would come to their senses. But, she feared that beliefs were too deeply entrenched for reason to have any affect. She only hoped that the others, like her and Etrina, shared that desire to not harm her.

    There was no doubt that they would have to fight Inanna eventually. Her only worry was if they would have to fight Sarada along with her. Saiyans were loyal to a fault and only turned on their mates in the most extreme of circumstances. Well, it was the worst-case scenario, but one worth preparing for.

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    "They let humans in the GP now?" Sasheem scoffed, folding his arms. He looked over the cliffside, as the breeze blasted his antennae back. "And an old one at that? They must be gettin' depserate."

    "Buddy, let me be the first to tell you, they let anybody in the GP now," the Old Man chuckled. "But I'm not just anybody. I was hired for very speific talents. My ability to perfectly analyze a situation and figure out what needs to be done to put an end to said situation."

    "Right, some kinda spy grandpa," Sasheem muttered. It had been at least a week since he decided to take the Old Man up on his offer of a mission. HE had no interest in such, things. The Snake School had just re-opened...but in the following days the only "prospects" that bothered to show up was that persistent woman and her brat son. Sasheem shoulda left them to perish a couple years ago but now he was definitely suffering the consequences of misguided notions such as heroism or mercy.

    He got fed up eventually and now here he was...forced to play the hero of Earth yet again. As usual. "So, you gonna tell me just what the hell is going on now?"

    "Time is unraveling by the seams," the Old Man answered.

    "Don't we have people for that now?" Sasheem raised a brow. "Who's screwed up this time, anyway?"

    "We do have people, yes...but they're all more than a little tied up right now," the agent responded. "We don't know who's pulling the strings, but we've identified a key figure. A familiar face to you."

    "Familiar..?" Sasheem asked, his face scrunching up. "Most of Sasheem's enemies end up dead. Someone break outta the afterlife or somethin'?"

    "Not quite...look below you," the agent pointed down below the cliff. At a city now colored in gleaming yellow and orange with pearly spots of white. A veritable cheddary metropolis.

    "It's....it's made of cheese," Sasheem said in surprise, his head cocking to the side. Only one capable of this to his knowledge would be a Majin. It wasn't Auroc was it?!

    "It's not Auroc," the Old Man smirked.

    "Hey, how did y-"

    "But they were once related, I suppose. He and our current target," the agent continued. "Code Named....Bio-Jagam."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    Jinzi grimaces.

    “Meagan heard about what happened, she’s actually in talks with the Namekian’s and helping them right now. Still, all that in such a short period of time.......”

    He nods and then walks out into the rebuilt Geofront once more.

    “Wilhelm’s been moved down here with Karis’ pod. Once Ochazuke is available we had planned on opening it, Wilhelm insisted since he helped solve the problem of its kicking g mechanism. Anyways, he’s been doing research for me down here and trust me, we both want to see what you brought us.”
    Pat-pat-pat...

    "Hah! Well that's good to hear," he said, "I keep forgetting it's usually the exception that Guardians talk to one another. Glad she's got that covered while we're all a little spread thin."

    As he listened to Jinzi outlining the situation, Zaofan's fingers rummaged around in the breastpocket of his jacket. Ah there they are.

    "Really now? That's fantastic news! I'll be sure to let Ochazuke know about Karis. Right now he's uh...well, he went back into space," Zaofan said, "Who'd have figured, huh?"

    These were indeed strange times they were all living in. One thing after another, it seemed that as the days ticked down to the next year, they had a fixed amount of time to get these affairs in order.

    Crossing the regenerative green under the Geofront's artificial sky, it was a pang of regret that he couldn't take the time to take the familiar sight in, for all of them had work to do.

    "...so I gotta be honest. I'm not sure what sort of condition this guy is in, but we should probably quarantine him or...something," he said, "Though worst comes to worst, well, that's why I'm here."

    In his hand Zaofan produced two capsules. He opened the first, containing the Judge's Rifle, and passed it to Wilhelm to inspect.

    "This is the weapon that took down Held, Evangeline, the Namekian Elder, and who knows who else. He did it under orders from this Forger fellow, and somehow he managed to pull off a simultaneous strike across the universe."

    The other capsule, he passed to Jinzi.

    "This one, we'll have to be careful with. Inside here are the remains of The Judge himself."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sub-Zero MKA View Post
    Sarada took a deep sigh. "I wish everyone shared that sentiment." She tried, but she couldn't hold it back anymore. "I don't think Inanna's coming back." She hadn't spoken to her much on that day before she disappeared, but she could see it in her body language. She could feel it. She was hurt, deeply. "We're supposed to be her friends and hardly no one tried to understand why she did what she did." Sarada was the only one that she could remember. She was angry at first, but knew that Inanna usually didn't do things for no reason. Even if they were reasons conjured from her own knotted mind. Sarada knew that if her wife kept something from her, it was for a reason. She didn't like it and wanted it to stop, but it was what it was.

    "And Parsley was in the same boat she was in and she threw her under the fucking bus! She just stood there and let her take the blame for everything!"

    Her fingers sunk into the table.

    "People not being around anymore goes beyond them dying or disappearing. We pushed away one of the people who's been here since the beginning, been reliable and always had our backs. For what? A mistake? A lapse in judgment? Being too proud to apologize?"

    Hearing her say that made her realize that they may have done the same to Asha'rah. She kept that to herself until she could think about it more, but it did make her question her feelings on the fallen goddess.

    She sighed again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it seem like you had done those things. I don't think you were even there when it all went down." He may have been helping "Totoma" at the time. "I guess I'm biased," she muttered, her eyes drifting to the floor. "I don't know."
    Zaofan's lips parted and his teeth pressed together when Sarada's fingers dug into the table. I'll make a note to Kai to patch that up...

    "Hey, now, I was there, you know," he said, "Though uh...yeah I kinda wiped out after pulling Totoma out from the brink, but still, that's no excuse for standing by and saying nothing. We're all involved in this together, we motley mortals."

    Pressing his lips together, he thought very carefully about his next words. Sarada was talking it out, trying to understand and process all these pent-up feelings, and he'd listen.

    "We're all in this together. All the same, you'll have to refresh my memory about what everyone else seems to be missing, because all I remember is some guff that, from all indications, we can't change the outcome the way things are going."

    Now, he'd had his misgivings when anyone put him off with open, hostile disrespect, but ever since the day he faced down The Sherriff in a quickdraw, he'd had ample time to reflect on sacrifice, and how far he'd be willing to go.

    "Now I'm not sure if she was necessarily telling us that, as a friend, so to speak," he said, "But she had to have known that we wouldn't stand by to bear her problems in silence. You least of all."

    Of course, the mention of Parsley withholding things as well was entirely new to him, especially on the heels of her whisking off to...some place just a moment ago. Lotta secrets being hushed up...

    "Ah, we're of a kind. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure to be surrounded by this many folks who respond so poorly to being told they can't do something," he smiled, "But if it's us against the universe, we need to be able to lean on each other all the more, you know what I mean? And that means we don't give up on each other."

    When Zaofan started to reminisce about Master Balon and his new Dragon School students, Sarada felt a smile tug on her lips. She had only met him once - twice if she decided to include his alt-timeline self during the tournament - but he was a good man. What Battersea did to him years ago was vile and only provided another piece of evidence on an already insurmountable mountain of evidence on what an unrepentant piece of literal shit Battersea was. He was gone and Balon was able to rebuild, it seemed.

    "No worries. I'm glad things are progressing nicely with those ten schools of yours." She had heard encountered them briefly when she took Mais to see the Bedlam brothers months ago. Whatever she knew, she heard from Zaofan and Ochazuke. It sounded interesting, but she already had her own fighting style and really had no time to learn another one.

    "I'll have to take some time off when she gets back," she said. "There's no telling how long she'll be at nerd boot camp with that creation god."
    "Heh, well, if these are going to be our last few months to do anything-," Zaofan started, then corrected his course, "-and assuredly they won't be, Ochazuke and I are going to leave the Earth in a better place than it was. Been a few thousand years coming, really, when That Man showed up."

    Zaofan raised his eyebrows with a small grin.

    "But with Alakazah out of the picture, we're finally able to rebuild. We've got the tools, and we've got the talent!"

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    Quote Originally Posted by grampagen View Post
    Zaofan's lips parted and his teeth pressed together when Sarada's fingers dug into the table. I'll make a note to Kai to patch that up...

    "Hey, now, I was there, you know," he said, "Though uh...yeah I kinda wiped out after pulling Totoma out from the brink, but still, that's no excuse for standing by and saying nothing. We're all involved in this together, we motley mortals."

    Pressing his lips together, he thought very carefully about his next words. Sarada was talking it out, trying to understand and process all these pent-up feelings, and he'd listen.

    "We're all in this together. All the same, you'll have to refresh my memory about what everyone else seems to be missing, because all I remember is some guff that, from all indications, we can't change the outcome the way things are going."

    Now, he'd had his misgivings when anyone put him off with open, hostile disrespect, but ever since the day he faced down The Sherriff in a quickdraw, he'd had ample time to reflect on sacrifice, and how far he'd be willing to go.

    "Now I'm not sure if she was necessarily telling us that, as a friend, so to speak," he said, "But she had to have known that we wouldn't stand by to bear her problems in silence. You least of all."

    Of course, the mention of Parsley withholding things as well was entirely new to him, especially on the heels of her whisking off to...some place just a moment ago. Lotta secrets being hushed up...

    "Ah, we're of a kind. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure to be surrounded by this many folks who respond so poorly to being told they can't do something," he smiled, "But if it's us against the universe, we need to be able to lean on each other all the more, you know what I mean? And that means we don't give up on each other."
    Zaofan did more listening than talking and Sarada was grateful. She had been rambling with loads of incoherent thoughts. She was sure she didn't really make sense and sounded overly emotional. Well, she was. She had talked to Maiz about it, but all she could off was general advice. The main thing was to talk to Inanna when she got back and see where they could go from there. That was three months ago and she hadn't heard even a single peep from her glamazon. Training must be intense. I guess it'd have to be if it's for Genesis.

    "I don't want to admit it and I still don't like it, but I understand why she didn't tell me about the Ulthan. If I had found out there was someone gunning for my wife, that would have been all I could focus on." With as many responsibilities as she had, she couldn't afford to have something else direly important rob her of her attention.

    "I don't know. She always has so much on her plate and keeps some of it to herself. A lot of what she knows can't tell anyone about, like the location of the Palentines or that Ossuary thing she's so scared of. I don't sweat it because I trusted her, and I still do. I think the problem is that people think they're entitled to know everything everyone else knows. Like the first thing I mentioned. We know that Eldfen is looking for the Palentine. So far, only one person knows where they all are. Imagine if she told us their locations right away. That's, what, a dozen other options he has to get the information?"

    That may not have made any sense, but the concept was simple. The less people that knew something, the less chance there was of that something getting to the wrong person. It was called compartmentalization and the government exercised it all the time. People knew what they needed to know, no more and no less. The reasons varied, but the main one was there was nothing to gain from everyone knowing everything and quite a bit to lose. Sarada was an open and honest person, so she didn't like keeping things from people, but she understood that sometimes, she needed to.

    "Not everyone needs to know everything. Information is dangerous; even more than all these powers we can throw around. The wrong person knows the wrong thing and it can... no, it will lead to a lot of trouble." She was sure Zaofan understood. There were probably secrets of Zxu'ro's that he and Ochazuke would never tell anyone else that it didn't pertain to. Like Fusion, probably. She frowned pensively.

    "Heh, well, if these are going to be our last few months to do anything-," Zaofan started, then corrected his course, "-and assuredly they won't be, Ochazuke and I are going to leave the Earth in a better place than it was. Been a few thousand years coming, really, when That Man showed up."

    Zaofan raised his eyebrows with a small grin.

    "But with Alakazah out of the picture, we're finally able to rebuild. We've got the tools, and we've got the talent!"
    The humans had their work cut out for them. Eldfen had been bound to their world for thousands of years; there was really no way to tell how deeply his influence ran even back then until they really took the time to look and investigate. But, regardless, Sarada knew they had it in them. The people she had been talking to - which weren't many, sadly - were optimistic and in good spirits. She had confidence they could turn themselves around and realize their potential.

    "I have confidence you can do it," she said with a broad smile. "People up in the North Continent are in good spirits, or they were when I visited them a few months ago. Same with Brutus and his family. If the rest of your race is anything like them, they'll be fine!" There was no possible way to know for sure; a planet was a tapestry of different outlooks, world views, backgrounds, and mindsets. No two people were completely alike, even if they had one or a few shared interests.

    "Oh! That reminds me. I need to speak with Jinzi before I go. There are some things I want to share with him that may help your world in the future."

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    The heat of Sadala was swelter, to the point of being nearly unbearable. The moment Parsley and Maiz arrived, their foreheads were drenched with sweat that was steadily running down their faces. They were wearing very little layers, but that did little to help.

    "Ugh. How can they live in this?" Maiz wondered.

    "Specialized bodies would be my guess."

    Sarada told them to repair the damage done to the planet during her battle with Tundra months ago. If they could fix it themselves, then they wouldn't need to waste a wish and could use it for something more practical and necessary. She was all about maximizing their wishes to keep from having to summon their new dragon over and over again. When they wished back those slain during the invasion, Parsley offered to travel to Otherworld to send them all to their respective worlds. Maiz wasn't sure how many wishes she was going to have the dragon be capable of, so just having one necessary wish was good.

    The damage was extensive, but thankfully isolated to one general area. The moon, however, noticeably absent. "Guess that's another wish," Maiz muttered. The tides had been out of control since its destruction, forcing the natives further inland to avoid their wrath. "We have our work cut out for us."

    Maiz would be doing much of the heavy lifting, with Parsley there to replenish her energy when she got tired.

    They started with the forest first. Growing trees from scratch was far easier, but the most time-consuming. They stepped into the center of the destroyed forest; out of the corner of her eye, Parsley noticed that several of the natives were watching them from a distance. They weren't making any overtly hostile moves, so she felt comfortable leaving them be for the time being. Once they started to get in the way, then she would subtly scare them off.

    Maiz knelt on the ground and placed her hands on the dirt. Her fingers curled, digging into the dirt up to the first set of knuckles. Parsley could see a warm white glow envelop her hands; that glow then seeped into the ground and spread quickly through the forest. Moments passed before the ground began to shift and move. Green saplings sprouted from the dirt and grew at an alarming rate.

    Maiz let out a heavy sigh and pulled her fingers free. "Should be a few hours before the forest is restored," she said in an exhausted tone.

    Parsley smiled and placed her hands on her shoulders. A bit of her energy rushed into Maiz to stabilize her so she wouldn't collapse. "That should hold you over until its time to go," she said.

    "Thank you." She found a nearby log and moved toward it to sit down. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Sarada's still upset about what happened on that dwarf planet."

    Parsley hadn't thought about that since the day it happened. She had been too busy doing this or that to give it much thought. Even if she had, her opinion on the entire affair wouldn't have changed. She knew that, for her part, she could have handled it much better. She, however, knew why Sarada was still upset. "Did she say about what, exactly?"

    "I couldn't really parse through it. I just wanted to give her an ear to rant at without judging her for it. For what I gather, you and Inanna found some things out and didn't tell anyone else? And everyone was angry at Inanna, but not you?"

    She sighed and sat down beside her. "There's some truth in that, but that's not everything." She sighed again. "About a year ago, Inanna started visiting several of the former Palentines, to gather their locations I guess. She came across one named Lord Forger, who lives on that dwarf planet. They spoke, and she left with the feeling that he was going to try and kill her because of how dangerous she is. That's the extent of her foreknowledge of the Ulthan's attempt on her life: that Forger and some number of others were going to go after her. We had no reason to consider that he would stoop to the level he did.

    "As for the other things, she and I did quite a bit of investigating together. We spoke to beings in other universes and uncovered quite a bit of information on the day we liberated Reshlan from Auroc. All of that information needed to be parsed through, and we never got a chance to before everything went to hell. The Ulthan had horrible timing on that front."

    As Parsley explained, Maiz listened quietly. Even when she finished, Maiz still remained quiet.

    "So, Inanna only knew that her life was in danger from this Lord Forger, but not when he would strike or how or where?" When Parsley nodded, she hummed quietly. "Then, I can see how keeping something that from certain parties would be beneficial. I don't agree, but I can't say I would have done differently. As for all these secrets you two found, timing wasn't on your side. And yet, that wasn't your sister's gripe."

    "No, it isn't."

    "It's one thing to stand idle while someone as guilty as you is being interrogated, but to take part in that interrogation as if you were innocent?" She shook her head. "Why?"

    "It had already been a long day and we were all on edge. I wanted to just tell everyone what we had learned; Inanna didn't. I don't even remember why she didn't; all I remember was losing my patience very quickly."

    "And somehow, Sarada kept hers long enough to calm down and listen." Maiz let out a hollowed chuckle, then sighed heavily. “Look, if you plan on saving the universe, you need to be on the same page. Meaning you all need to get together and actually listen to each other. Come to an understanding, because it sounds like so much time spent apart has eroded your comradery. These are the same people you called your friends a few years ago. What happened?”

    What had happened? Like Maiz said, they had spent three years on different worlds, some of which were extremely far away from each other. They had no communication, despite having communication devices tuned to each other. No one bothered to visit anyone else, despite many of them hailing from races capable and excelling at interstellar travel. As time went on, they seemed less like friends and more like business partners, only assembling when there was a need.

    “Being too busy, for one,” she said eventually. “There’s no time for us to get together and just... enjoy our company. There hasn’t been for years. The last time they were together was Sarada’s and Inanna’s wedding and that was only for a day. She was, honestly, surprised that so many of them made the trip; then again, Sarada was so well liked in the group that she shouldn’t have been. Other than that, years passed since they last saw each other.

    It was little wonder, then, that Ochazuke reacted so poorly to Inanna’s actions; or perhaps, her inactions. He knew Ishtar well, but had never met Inanna until that moment. A horrible, and possibly irreparable, first impression.

    “I fear it’s too late for a group picnic,” she said with a small smile.

    “If that’s how you really feel, then you’ve already given up.”

    She frowned. “I haven’t given up. Not yet.”

    “Then put your collective heads together and figure out how to mend some fences.” Maiz rose to her feet. She was shaky at first, but eventually found stable footing. “You can start by visiting some of their worlds. Get to know these people on a... personal level beyond the battlefield. Contrary to popular Saiyan belief, that’s when bonds are really formed.”

    It made sense. Thankfully, there weren’t that many worlds that needed to be visited, in that case. Nevada, Reshlan, and perhaps Chroma. That was it. Other than those three planets, no other worlds needed to be visited to engender herself to the M Fighters. She had taken in Earth’s culture quite a bit, so there was little need to make that a priority. Then again, there was always more to see.

    “That applies to all of you. They’ll have to come and let us entertain them eventually.” Maiz started to retrace her steps to depart from the forest. They had been talking for only twenty or so minutes, but the trees were already towering other them. Luscious, green foliage was sprouting under them, giving the soon-to-be jungle depth and color. Soon, possibly by the next day or the day after that, the animal life would return.

    Maybe one day, she would come back and pay those natives a visit and learn more of her heritage. “We’ll see. Time, as always, is a limiting factor.” She placed her hand on Maiz’s shoulder and two fingers on her forehead.

    “Of course.” They disappeared, leaving Sadala behind until the next time.

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    "That must be it then," Ochazuke said, "Dr. Char Banner Gero's prize, the Big Ghetti Star."

    "Helmsman, stay close," Ulysses said as he rose, "We'll send down a survey team at once."
    The Penelope hung above the stratosphere of this place, the standby lights in the underside of its hull the only manmade illumination here as the runabout craft descended to the planetoid below. The metalloid sphere hung itself here in isolation and the surface caught the faint light of distant stars as Ulysses structured the mission to come.

    "Alright, listen up! It's got a breathable atmosphere, but we're not taking any chances until we get a further analysis! Until we know for sure the rebreathers can keep things out, everyone's on the emergency air supply."

    "But that'll cut assessment time."

    "It'll be enough to set up transponders for the first pass. The rest will be down to time. In the meantime you know the drill."

    "Right. Sample collection, intelligent life-"

    "There's not a single ki signature on the surface."

    The Crane peered out the window as he affixed the helm to his spacesuit. "It is doubtful that there is anything organic down there. No, what we're after is something else entirely."

    Ulysses tilt his head, then punched in a sequence into the console. From the runabout craft four transponder satellites took off, and began mapping the planetoid surface across the equator and pole-to-pole. He'd been promised

    "Starting the inital readings. The thing isn't rotating so we'll have to wing it a bit to establish the prime meridian. For now that'll make all the data relative to our initial position. Are we picking up on anything as we move along?"

    "There seems to be something beneath the surface. If we bank over by the northeast vector, we might be able to get a closer look at it. See how the surface has split a bit?"

    The uniform surface of the Big Ghetti Star was a long gridwork of soldered metal plates without gaps stretching far into the horizon. The surface structure neatly arrayed in rows of grey metal hexagons tiled for miles in each direction, mechanical and uniform, but for the dark burn scar that cut a narrow chasm across the planetoid.

    U: "Be hard to miss, just about everything else has been polished except there. Right, let's move in for a closer look."

    The runabout slowly made its descent, the dull chrome of the surface below blackened here on the far side. With nothing but a sky of endless night about them, the only light source came from the craft itself and the machinery the Navigators had brought with them. Leaving the pilot aboard, Ulysses, Ochazuke, and three others exit the ramp leaving the airlock.

    "...god damn, it's cold," the Captain said, "...thankfully it seems the rebreathers are working after all to process the air."

    A welcome sign to be sure, but for the Navigators, it was met with a collective groan. Now that they were no longer running the clock, there was work to be done.

    The crew got underway with the beginnings of a map, two surveying the elevation at this level and another pinged their relative position for building the three-dimensional picture from their landing site as the satellites stole away far above. The scan of the surface continued the Captain and the Crane moved further into the upturned metal of something that appeared to be an impact crater, pouring outward in jagged projections.

    "What happened to this thing to get it fried on this side?" Firing up his beam sabre, Ulysses struck out at one and severed a small spike of it. "Now that is some sturdy composition," he mused, "Wonder what it's made of, the cross-section practically broke off clean. Solid, lightweight..."

    Wheeling his head around, the Nevadian found his companion stooped over a smoothed pocket of porous material. It was as if it had bubbled and then cooled in an instant. Ochazuke crouched and rest his hand upon it.

    "...do I want to know?"

    "I presume your equipment has come across some energy reading," Ochazuke remarked as he brushed his hand there against the ground. "It pulses through the sphere's surface through channels leading..."

    "Underground," came Ulysses' sparse reply as he raised his arm, widening his single eye as the instrument began to ping with a rapid series of readings. The graphs were spiking.

    Ochazuke stood and gestured. The gash wrought in the surface revealed more that a blemish, but a passage leading downward into a narrow cavern below the planetoid surface. The uniformity was undone, as if it had been molten then ceased partway.

    "Captain to survey team, the Crane and I are going to do a little spelunking," Ulysses said over the comm. With the switch of a button, two floating globes floated next to him, projecting light around the area, with a third speeding ahead tracing a thin red ray that mapped out the space as it moved. "Shouldn't be long,"

    Kicking off to flight, the two chased down the chasm, a wall of what had appeared to be previously boiling metal froze in its shape as they descended further. The shadows were broken where the illumination was cast, revealing more the hexagonal structure down these entrenched walls. The reflective gleam cast over it in striped bands.

    "The structural integrity is impeccable," Ulysses remarked, "it's almost as if every granule is uniform and expansively modular."

    Ah, to have the Shingan of the Unicorn Tribe, what wonders in the material they might have seen. As it was, he flew further into the ravine with the two suspensor lights guiding him, when Ochazuke suddenly seized him mid flight.

    "Wait."

    The orbital glow-globes stopped with them. There was nothing but silence there in the darkness, but for the echo of the laser array map that sped before them.

    "There's something ahead of us, Captain," he said, silently pulling the both of them into a gradual descent, "Can you obtain a visual?"

    Ulysses brought up the display, deciphering the realtime data feed into a holographic image. The array mechanism sped forward, its lights racing over the chasm walls about a mile ahead.

    It was uniform as the rest had been, when suddenly the image capture became distorted. Peering down the distance, the remnants of the red light pierced the darkness. It was as if there was something it couldn't pick up, as if there was something moving.

    "What the hell? It's as if there's no fixed position with the mapping array, like it can't lock onto anything static-"

    Suddenly the visual ceased and the red light died.

    Ochazuke finished the thought. "...like something's moving."

    "I thought you said there wasn't anything living on here?!"

    Soon the two of them set foot on the ground at the bottom of the canyon, the heavy boots of their spacesuits treading upon the turf. Ashen silver like broken moon dust kicked up under the light of the illumination spheres. Here at the bottom, they felt them slither underfoot with a brittle sound like cracked glass. The light cast itself over rows of steely spindle-fibres of twisted metal slithering at the base of the walls, crawling in a fluctuating ripple around them.

    "Nothing which emits ki." The Crane's steeled gloves rose to guard.

    "Captain to Runabout," Ulysses called out, "We've encountered a situation down here. Get ready for a rendezvous and evac-"

    Suddenly a thin, red ray shone out in the dark. Projected from the far wall of twisted slag, it traced about their frames in an instant.

    "What the hell? It's exactly like the laser mapping probe!"

    In an instant the light retreated, and zither-strings coiling from the ground, feeding into the hexagon tiled walls. The shape began to twist and deform as a solid mass slowly began to emerge from it. Amorphous at first, its shape pulled free from its geometric enclosure; first a head, then limbs forked out as it took its first shambling steps forward, until Ulysses' illumination orbs glanced on it in full revealing a humanoid shape clad in the exact image of the Nevadian space suits. There was no face beyond the canopy of its helm, and it drew up its hand and reached forward.

    "Ulysses to runabout, all hands on deck, we're getting out of here. Scramble!"

    Checking his wrist-mounted computer, he kicked off to flight. One of the orbs traced him in his swift pace but a moment to slow and struck the wall, filling the cavern with a strobing light as hundreds of filaments shot out and raked across its glowing surface. As Ochazuke and Ulysses made their exit, a hollow thudding began to echo throughout the environs, and in the darkness elliptical lights began to fill the walls and chase after them on the flight path out. The walls sprang alive with countless mechanical feelers, grasping, shifting, moulding, but the Captain did not look back as they broke the surface and shot back to the runabout which stood quite inert in the clearing.

    "Why aren't the engines fired up, what the hell are you doing?" Ulysses shouted, "Sound off, where are you?"

    Racing up the cargo ramp, the Nevadian slammed his hand on the bay door control, sealed the airlock, and tore his way onto the cockpit when he froze.

    "This is not our vessel," he replied grimly.

    Over the horizon just beyond the ashen ridge, surrounded by abandoned survey equipment, stood a ship, exactly duplicate in shape. From this distance the surface beneath the runabout shimmered, and a series of the bristling feelers began to drag it under. Slowly, it sank into the ground, and swiftly out of sight. And with it the realization that they were standing on a trap of wires and metal shelling.

    As swiftly as thought, Ochazuke punched through the floor of the vessel, dragging Ulysses out despite his protests and pulled him away some distance.

    "Are you insane? How the hell are we supposed to get off of this rock now?"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sub-Zero MKA View Post
    For Parsley, it was simple. "Something to make me more versatile in battle," she responded.

    There was already a great deal she could do with Blood magic, but that required a high cost and not one that she wanted to keep paying over and over again just so she could have some versatility. Learning other forms of magic - ones that could be cast without having to cut herself open over and over again - would have been a big advantage.

    "Something like a transmutation magic." Turning one thing into another thing could be quite useful, she figured.
    “Hmm.....”

    He nods.

    “I have something. A non-permanent touch based spell that can turn items or weapons into something else of your choosing. Actual organic transmutation magic is much trickier, especially depending on what you are changing. A person into an animal? Easier than a person into a block of metal, but let’s start at the basics.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by MrSandman View Post
    "....Sealing Magic." Etrina finally spoke. "Something that can weaken or stop a foe stronger then myself. Something to stop an enemy that I don't wish to harm...even if that enemy were a god. Would you know anything along those lines?"
    He quirks an eyebrow.

    “Sealing magic? Fae bindings and the like Ehh? Should I be worried?”

    He chuckles than thinks.

    “I have one I can teach you that worked for a long time against a God of Destruction.”
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    Pat-pat-pat...

    "Hah! Well that's good to hear," he said, "I keep forgetting it's usually the exception that Guardians talk to one another. Glad she's got that covered while we're all a little spread thin."

    As he listened to Jinzi outlining the situation, Zaofan's fingers rummaged around in the breastpocket of his jacket. Ah there they are.

    "Really now? That's fantastic news! I'll be sure to let Ochazuke know about Karis. Right now he's uh...well, he went back into space," Zaofan said, "Who'd have figured, huh?"

    These were indeed strange times they were all living in. One thing after another, it seemed that as the days ticked down to the next year, they had a fixed amount of time to get these affairs in order.

    Crossing the regenerative green under the Geofront's artificial sky, it was a pang of regret that he couldn't take the time to take the familiar sight in, for all of them had work to do.

    "...so I gotta be honest. I'm not sure what sort of condition this guy is in, but we should probably quarantine him or...something," he said, "Though worst comes to worst, well, that's why I'm here."

    In his hand Zaofan produced two capsules. He opened the first, containing the Judge's Rifle, and passed it to Wilhelm to inspect.

    "This is the weapon that took down Held, Evangeline, the Namekian Elder, and who knows who else. He did it under orders from this Forger fellow, and somehow he managed to pull off a simultaneous strike across the universe."

    The other capsule, he passed to Jinzi.

    "This one, we'll have to be careful with. Inside here are the remains of The Judge himself."
    Wilhelm holds the weapon with practiced ease, hands carefully holding and examining it.

    “Marvelous...design. Even better than Terra’s best rifle.”


    Jinzi meanwhile watches as The Judge’s corpse is laid bare from a capsule.

    Only.......it’s not a corpse. Nano-machine repair has restored most of the body, and glowing eyes look towards Zaofan and Jinzi and Wilhelm with....interest?

    “Repairs at 70%, threat levels detected in one of three targets.”

    He stands slowly, eyeing them.
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    "Just so you know, if you'd bothered to show up a week ago, there'd be a chance we could've avoided all this..." the Old agent sighed as they overlooked the city cloaked in cheese.

    "..."

    "But, I doubt you really care. You only showed up now to what? Satiate you're boredom."

    "..."

    "...Are you okay, son? You look like you're spacing out there," the Old man replied dully, beginning to light a cigarette.

    "Nope, doesn't ring a bell," Sasheem shook his head after a moment.

    "What doesn't?"

    "No clue what a Bio-Jagam is."

    "Well, he was just Jagam when you and yer friends tore him a new one," the old agent shrugged.

    "Oh yeah, that narrows it down, grandpa," Sasheem snorted in retort. "You know how many asses we've kicked? 'Cause Sasheem sure doesn't. He's lost count! Hell, he doesn't even know how many idiots are left on the shit list. Seems like the numbers just keep on piling up!"

    "He was a half-Threshling, half-Saiyan. Big chip on his shoulder they say."

    "Huh, now that you mention it, that is kinda familiar...." Sasheem trailed off, wandering off towards a nearby boulder and zapping it with his antennae.

    "What in Kami's name are ya doin'?!" the Old Agent threw up his arms, exasperated.

    "Please don't bring her into this, Sasheem has enough headaches dealing with you," the Majin snapped back. "Anyway, you mentionin' a big chip reminded Sasheem he didn't eat third lunch yet, and thus..." he grabbed onto what was once a boulder and now a massive tortilla chip. "He's gonna get to dippin'"

    "No, you idiot! This is a sensitive operation!" The agent spat, his cigarette falling to the ground. "Bio-Jagam has more power in a bio-dairological state than he could ever dream of before. You draw too much attention and you compromise everything!"

    "Bah, fine, FINE! Have it your way, lung disease. But one way or another this chip is goin' in some goddamn cheese," Sasheem threatened.

    The old agent shook his head and exhaled. "Okay, listen up. Three days ago, this sprawling muenster municipality here was cheesified overnight. Civilians trapped in their homes, some unable to even move. We sent in a GP field team to survey the area and they didn't come back."

    "Killed that quick, huh?"

    "Worse. Cheesified. Bio-Jagam's released spores into the atmosphere surrounding the city. The lab coats call it Chi-To Dust. For all we know he plans to expand his domain further until it encroaches the entire hemisphere. We need you to join a team that will infiltration the city stealthily to determine just what his plans are. We believe your Majin physiology will render you immune to the Chi-To dust's genetic manipulation."

    "Wait..." Sasheem began to raise a brow in derision. "What team? It better not be those Katchin jackasses!"

    "Oh, you better believe it, buddy," the old agent smirked.

    Sasheem's hand slapped across his face, stretching his facial features down with it like a rubber band before they snapped back into place. "Sasheem hates those guys!" And they hated him. Today was gonna be a long day, Sasheem, just knew it. A thought that would end up being surprisingly literal, he would soon come to realize...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    “Hmm.....”

    He nods.

    “I have something. A non-permanent touch based spell that can turn items or weapons into something else of your choosing. Actual organic transmutation magic is much trickier, especially depending on what you are changing. A person into an animal? Easier than a person into a block of metal, but let’s start at the basics.”
    "That's a start," Parsley replied. With time, she would be able to expand that ability into something more. For right then, starting with the most basic transmutation ability was the best move.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    She smiles and holds a hand out.

    “Hello old friend. Come, stand here with me. Look up and see if you can see what I see.”
    He approached, yet it was the first step that he became self-conscious of himself. Clad in shredded rags, he couldn't help but feel a bit underdressed as he saddled up next to the kami.

    Glancing to the heavens, he tried to spot what she was observing.

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