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    Luckily, her GP beacon is on and a passing GP ship heading towards Earth picks her up within a few minutes of her….abrupt arrival.
    As Paraxt body warms up to 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and her heart rate, and breathing return to normal. It takes a while for Paraxt to wake up from her hibernation. ( Now who do I have to thank for the rescue? ) Paraxt thought.
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    He grins his teeth, eyes narrowed as he studies Zaofan.

    “Fine. A part of Asha’rah was trapped within the Amulet alongside her counterpart, yes? The two pieces have created Remnant. This husk here.”

    His tail flicks towards the robot body.

    “Is her physical form. He needs it for his final plan: to reunite the third missing piece with the other two, thus recreating a fully evolved and mastered God of Creation. He plans on taking that body over and then….recreating the sealed off universes as his own personal reality.”

    He ticks off his fingers:

    “Mind, body, soul. The Asha’rah we have here was her body, it having grown mind and soul on its own. The thing trapped in Remnant is her mind, left to flounder in guilt and madness as it subsumed the proto-Saiyan she killed. And her soul……..”

    He grimaces.

    “Her beginning, or genesis, if you will, has slowly been accumulating power and trying to learn why she feels so empty, and why there was always a drive to improve and…create herself anew. Imagine all three combined, with his will behind it and all their gathered power on top of their renewed Creation energy.”

    He snaps his fingers.

    “Reality and the universe itself will be unmade and made again in his image. And I rather like existing as I do. Thus, I have come here to offer assistance, and……..to request your help.”
    Zaofan glowered at Koorimaru's closing remarks. "I'll bet you do."

    Of course, when it all came down to it, they all wanted to keep on living. The point of contention was what lines they were willing to cross to do it. At this moment, the chef never felt more assured about something in his life...but for the matter of gods - apparently the rather literal matter of a god at that - which lay before them.

    There lay Asha'rah in her metal shell. Nothing more than a piece of a fragmented whole, as Koorimaru had put it. Her strange, faceless mask brought to mind simpler times when the spindle of destiny had woven their paths together upon the Lookout grounds where they now stood.

    "It's funny, she always had a rather elemental view of things." Creation and Hakai and Hozon and...ugh, all of it still made his head spin, "All of that came from just a part of her, eh? The need to strive to be something more, she was always talking about that, but it seems the more she remembered about herself, the worse it got."

    Countless lives, over a quintillion, and the scarring of the very Universe itself. That would've weighed itself mercilessly on anyone, but the particular way her memories played upon her very being, it would have been absolutely crushing; and the realization of what faced them today, he wouldn't blame her if she decided to lay there catatonic.

    If she weren't a god and never accepted less. With a pivot Zaofan pried his staff under Asha'rah and rolled her over.

    "So hey, what are you going to do, just lay around and take it?!"

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    The Gotengo now on its way from the Big Ghetti Star, upon the bridge of the great vesserl, one of the Earth's absent protectors began to make a return towards the homeworld. The M-Fighters gathered upon the Lookout would soon need a means of conveyance

    The world was not under attack. However things were quite different than they were in years past. In fact, it was about time the world had a return to form.

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    Jinzi picks up immediately.

    “You seeing this Ochazuke? I’ve got seventeen different satellites all broadcasting hot spot locations that just erupted on Earth.”
    As the transmission came and left, and beaming across the planet, even from this distance in orbit above the planet's circumference.

    Kenshiko stayed on the line, arms folded and tapping a finger on the crook of her arm as she smirked.

    "Heh. And what the hell are we, Mr. President? Bystanders?"

    "Not for nothing, you're commander in chief after all, but here, let me make it a bit easier on you," she said before taking a short stride forward and flipping the switch on the mobile station alarm.

    If Sakin's Clarion Call wasn't enough of a wakeup call, the sound of the red alert siren that had been drilled into the minds of the EDF lit a fire through the fear and reminded them why they were here.

    "Listen up! You all know what to do! I didn't pull you maggots up from terra firma to sit around and do nothing, you came up here to train, god dammit! Now that a guy calling himself God's come to screw with the Earth, it's time to do exactly that! Fly straight up into his eye and fill it spit full of lead!"

    Claxxons blared across the orbital ring. Something had gotten past them, settled into the Earth itself, and pulled up any number of horrors as they saw in the vision. The alert shuddered down from the Orbital Elevators down, and the forces at Charlie Base began to scramble. Variable Fighters docked on carriers sprung their leg-mounted jump jets, twisting into aerospace craft that took off in silence as they shred past the sound barrier in squadrons.

    "One year's work, and some change, that'll be enough! You're the finest fighting force the world has ever seen! Now whow them what the Earth Defense Force is made of!"

    From down below, the elevators hummed and shot up into space, and from below the mechanized forces and space-to-air squadrons filed down an express elevator going straight down.

    "The Fallen Angel wants to give us Hell on Earth? You give him a piece of our minds, soldiers! You let them all know, this what happens! Welcome to Earth, motherfuckers!"

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    The Khanate keep charging towards Cask, but several of the mages float up, one with a massively long white beard points a hand at Morgan.

    “The Circle of the Grey Thorn abides no opposing spellcasters, little girl. We are the dominant mages of Earth, and we shall once more have our place!”

    Thin beams of piercing grey energy shoot towards her.
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    With a frown, Morgan let the slip of paper fly from her hand into the wind.

    "Your place died with the old ways....Your not even fit to be the dominant mage of a latrine." Morgan exploded from the ground, flying upwards and avoiding the beams as they tore the ground beneath her apart. "...and I'm not a little girl...."

    Hovering in the air, she extended her arm as if issuing a command. "I am Morgan Le Fey, Guardian of Avalon. Your kind has no place here anymore. The ghosts of her people stand in defiance."

    Behind her, a wave of flaming bolt rises from the snowstorm...arcing over her and descended upon the front wave of the hellmarch, each igniting in a explosion of magical energy. The snow parts, revealing an army of Avalonian armored knights in formation, armed with glowing swords, shields, spears, bows and staffs. At their front, several regal knights ready their weapons...thrumming with power, and charge forward.

    "As does my friends." Morgan smiled. "....like the one right behind you."

    The White Bearded Mage would feel something burning rip into his back....and a massive set of claws emerge from his chest.

    "G~A~O!" The Monster behind him whispered. The Grey Thorn Mages around him, having neither seen nor sensed anything before, would fine a albino woman now holding their brethren aloof...giving their claw several hard shakes before grabbing the bearded mage by the foot and literally tearing him from her claw....swinging him wildly with a war cray that sounded more like a beast howl.
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    The mage slumps even as the other aha out out in rage. Grey beams wrap around the women, attempting to shackle her in place.

    Meanwhile, the Khanate charge towards the knights.
    In some places, they'd already gotten the call, for ancient enemies, centuries old returned to life and were just as horrifically realized in the flesh as they were written about in the myths and legends of long forgotten days. Pity for them, for a quiet eye peered from the endless white outside of the town. Lined in neat rows in the cavalry charge, the demons were using outdated tactics.

    Drowned under the battlefield under the spellcraft, the company of knights and the roar and charge, a long shell slipped by almost unnoticed into the column flank, one spent cartridge after another ejected from the antitank rifle and swallowed by the snow pack. Tungsten alloy arrayed with ki, the spin accelerated down the gun barrel, with through each layer of impact, its path slowed with collision until it exploded into shrapnel.

    The shooter lay belly-down beside a wicker basket. The Winterberry was tart, but it stilled her hand, and the ki she drew from it made the mouthful of snow easier to bear. The lack of fog from Private Rose Thorn's breath kept visibility down, and the spike in ki raised one shot at a time. Clad in insulated white, she knew the track around Cask better than anyone, where the best seasonal bushels grew, and how things as large as yetis disappeared without a trace.

    Now among the EDF enlisted, she'd taken to the task of aiding her hometown as part of the militia. Six years ago, strangers brought them a measure of peace, along with that rogue she later found out was Jack Knave. If he could turn things around, then she and the rest of Cask had no right to do any less.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    He grins his teeth, eyes narrowed as he studies Zaofan.

    “Fine. A part of Asha’rah was trapped within the Amulet alongside her counterpart, yes? The two pieces have created Remnant. This husk here.”

    His tail flicks towards the robot body.

    “Is her physical form. He needs it for his final plan: to reunite the third missing piece with the other two, thus recreating a fully evolved and mastered God of Creation. He plans on taking that body over and then….recreating the sealed off universes as his own personal reality.”

    He ticks off his fingers:

    “Mind, body, soul. The Asha’rah we have here was her body, it having grown mind and soul on its own. The thing trapped in Remnant is her mind, left to flounder in guilt and madness as it subsumed the proto-Saiyan she killed. And her soul……..”

    He grimaces.

    “Her beginning, or genesis, if you will, has slowly been accumulating power and trying to learn why she feels so empty, and why there was always a drive to improve and…create herself anew. Imagine all three combined, with his will behind it and all their gathered power on top of their renewed Creation energy.”

    He snaps his fingers.

    “Reality and the universe itself will be unmade and made again in his image. And I rather like existing as I do. Thus, I have come here to offer assistance, and……..to request your help.”
    "If Sakin needs her body for his plan, why not destroy it?" Charco asked, his suggestion simplistic nature not taking into account the multitudes of moral implications that would come from destroying the body of one they once called a companion.

    "It's not as if an empty husk would end up in the afterlife and if they did have a way to resurrect it, then they'd surely have better means to summon it to them by this point."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Yun Lao View Post
    "If Sakin needs her body for his plan, why not destroy it?" Charco asked, his suggestion simplistic nature not taking into account the multitudes of moral implications that would come from destroying the body of one they once called a companion.

    "It's not as if an empty husk would end up in the afterlife and if they did have a way to resurrect it, then they'd surely have better means to summon it to them by this point."
    “Kill the body, it simply is reborn elsewhere. At least here, it’s within our grasp. Out there….who knows. With two other pieces I don’t doubt his ability to find the third easier.”

    Koorimaru shrugs.

    “With the body here, we have one key element he does not. The other, of course, being Inanna. He needs her to help in fusing the three together. So long as we have both here, we have leverage.”
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    Zaofan glowered at Koorimaru's closing remarks. "I'll bet you do."

    Of course, when it all came down to it, they all wanted to keep on living. The point of contention was what lines they were willing to cross to do it. At this moment, the chef never felt more assured about something in his life...but for the matter of gods - apparently the rather literal matter of a god at that - which lay before them.

    There lay Asha'rah in her metal shell. Nothing more than a piece of a fragmented whole, as Koorimaru had put it. Her strange, faceless mask brought to mind simpler times when the spindle of destiny had woven their paths together upon the Lookout grounds where they now stood.

    "It's funny, she always had a rather elemental view of things." Creation and Hakai and Hozon and...ugh, all of it still made his head spin, "All of that came from just a part of her, eh? The need to strive to be something more, she was always talking about that, but it seems the more she remembered about herself, the worse it got."

    Countless lives, over a quintillion, and the scarring of the very Universe itself. That would've weighed itself mercilessly on anyone, but the particular way her memories played upon her very being, it would have been absolutely crushing; and the realization of what faced them today, he wouldn't blame her if she decided to lay there catatonic.

    If she weren't a god and never accepted less. With a pivot Zaofan pried his staff under Asha'rah and rolled her over.

    "So hey, what are you going to do, just lay around and take it?!"
    Koorimaru shakes his head.

    “She can’t hear you. Sakin has her stuck in a loop, her mind trapped away. Seeing her other self mixed into Remnant shook her, as did the revelation of her own actions and split and guilt. She is lost in her own self now.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by grampagen View Post
    The Gotengo now on its way from the Big Ghetti Star, upon the bridge of the great vesserl, one of the Earth's absent protectors began to make a return towards the homeworld. The M-Fighters gathered upon the Lookout would soon need a means of conveyance

    The world was not under attack. However things were quite different than they were in years past. In fact, it was about time the world had a return to form.



    As the transmission came and left, and beaming across the planet, even from this distance in orbit above the planet's circumference.

    Kenshiko stayed on the line, arms folded and tapping a finger on the crook of her arm as she smirked.

    "Heh. And what the hell are we, Mr. President? Bystanders?"

    "Not for nothing, you're commander in chief after all, but here, let me make it a bit easier on you," she said before taking a short stride forward and flipping the switch on the mobile station alarm.

    If Sakin's Clarion Call wasn't enough of a wakeup call, the sound of the red alert siren that had been drilled into the minds of the EDF lit a fire through the fear and reminded them why they were here.

    "Listen up! You all know what to do! I didn't pull you maggots up from terra firma to sit around and do nothing, you came up here to train, god dammit! Now that a guy calling himself God's come to screw with the Earth, it's time to do exactly that! Fly straight up into his eye and fill it spit full of lead!"

    Claxxons blared across the orbital ring. Something had gotten past them, settled into the Earth itself, and pulled up any number of horrors as they saw in the vision. The alert shuddered down from the Orbital Elevators down, and the forces at Charlie Base began to scramble. Variable Fighters docked on carriers sprung their leg-mounted jump jets, twisting into aerospace craft that took off in silence as they shred past the sound barrier in squadrons.

    "One year's work, and some change, that'll be enough! You're the finest fighting force the world has ever seen! Now whow them what the Earth Defense Force is made of!"

    From down below, the elevators hummed and shot up into space, and from below the mechanized forces and space-to-air squadrons filed down an express elevator going straight down.

    "The Fallen Angel wants to give us Hell on Earth? You give him a piece of our minds, soldiers! You let them all know, this what happens! Welcome to Earth, motherfuckers!"







    In some places, they'd already gotten the call, for ancient enemies, centuries old returned to life and were just as horrifically realized in the flesh as they were written about in the myths and legends of long forgotten days. Pity for them, for a quiet eye peered from the endless white outside of the town. Lined in neat rows in the cavalry charge, the demons were using outdated tactics.

    Drowned under the battlefield under the spellcraft, the company of knights and the roar and charge, a long shell slipped by almost unnoticed into the column flank, one spent cartridge after another ejected from the antitank rifle and swallowed by the snow pack. Tungsten alloy arrayed with ki, the spin accelerated down the gun barrel, with through each layer of impact, its path slowed with collision until it exploded into shrapnel.

    The shooter lay belly-down beside a wicker basket. The Winterberry was tart, but it stilled her hand, and the ki she drew from it made the mouthful of snow easier to bear. The lack of fog from Private Rose Thorn's breath kept visibility down, and the spike in ki raised one shot at a time. Clad in insulated white, she knew the track around Cask better than anyone, where the best seasonal bushels grew, and how things as large as yetis disappeared without a trace.

    Now among the EDF enlisted, she'd taken to the task of aiding her hometown as part of the militia. Six years ago, strangers brought them a measure of peace, along with that rogue she later found out was Jack Knave. If he could turn things around, then she and the rest of Cask had no right to do any less.
    The Khanate is rocked, but their numbers remain strong and vast until more and more join the fight. EDF forces from on high, like avenging angels, fill the horde with canon fire and lead. More and more of the Grey mages start to falter, and the charge quickly turns into a chaotic fight.
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    Quote Originally Posted by bruceleegreyhulk View Post
    As Paraxt body warms up to 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and her heart rate, and breathing return to normal. It takes a while for Paraxt to wake up from her hibernation. ( Now who do I have to thank for the rescue? ) Paraxt thought.
    You recognize a small slip ship (Star Trek shuttle size) on auto-pilot, curtesy of Miras Thane heading towards Earth. She sent it out to pick you up as she headed towards Earth.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    “Kill the body, it simply is reborn elsewhere. At least here, it’s within our grasp. Out there….who knows. With two other pieces I don’t doubt his ability to find the third easier.”

    Koorimaru shrugs.

    “With the body here, we have one key element he does not. The other, of course, being Inanna. He needs her to help in fusing the three together. So long as we have both here, we have leverage.”
    "Of course," He muttered with a weary bitterness, "That would be too easy."

    The abhuman's gaze seemed to be fixed on the distance, no doubt distracted by the sudden influx of energy signatures; it was like the earth was writhing. Sakin definitely knew how to make things annoying, he'd give him that.

    "So, what's the big plan? Play hide and seek with the universe?"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    You recognize a small slip ship (Star Trek shuttle size) on auto-pilot, curtesy of Miras Thane heading towards Earth. She sent it out to pick you up as she headed towards Earth.
    ( I know this ship. It belongs to Miras Thane. Hmm, I could test my speed out by travel through this ship as pure electromagnetic energy, but then that would make me an *******,) Praxat thought.

    Praxat then takes off her space gear and walks to the cockpit of the ship.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Sub-Zero MKA View Post
    Tundra frowned. "Well, yes, I-," he managed before the kick sent him flying.

    Pain radiated from his shattered. How is this possible?! I am Lord Tundra! No ape can surpass me!

    He rose to his feet amidst the broken bodies he used to break his fall. "Very well then. I was hoping to withhold this for another time, but you've force my hand, simian."

    During his time in Hell, Tundra had been beckoned to begin training by his own children. Little did he realize that "training" actually meant fighting for his life. Hell was a treacherous and dangerous place. The number of dangerous beings cast down by the Goddess of Death was incalculable, and all of them were deadly and more than willing to kill him without a second thought. To survive, he had to evolve.

    His aura erupted to life as he let out a harrowing roar. Planet Sarada began shaking, as if beset by a 10.0 earthquake in every corner. The skies turned dark and unleashed an endless torrent of lightning. Tundra's body glowed a bright white and began to change, to grow into something unlike anything anyone had seen out of a Frost Demon.

    The light emanating from his body faded as the shaking stopped. A deeper, sinister laugh rippled through the air when Tundra came into view.



    Without a word, he extended his hand and launched dozens of Death Saucers at Kakarot.
    A dozen armored figures suddenly drop down by Kakarot and nullify the Death Saucers with their Threshljng weapons, dissipating them. The Saiyan smiles wider.

    “Loyal Knights of the Queen! Defend her allies in death better than you did in life! Restore your honor and reclaim your virtues!”

    The dozen Threshling knights all shout out, once loyal to Auroc and now hellbent on restoring their honor, they rally to Sir Kakarot and prepare to defend this realm.

    Kakarot floats up and his aura grows bigger.

    “I said, you’re already dead. So why risk this? Death now is permanent, forever. Your hate drives you this far?”


    A fist slams into Tundra and doubles him over, before a kick sends him flying.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Sub-Zero MKA View Post
    During the siege of the Saiyan worlds, the words of the human Ochazuke continued to rattle through the invading army's collective thoughts. The more they thought on it, the less fervently the majority of them fought. Among those that started to shake off the trammels of vengeance were those that had been slain hundreds of years ago, like the Cyromancers. As they fought on Langal, they became increasingly aware that they recognized none of the Saiyans who were living there. As the anger cooled, they realized that there were non-Saiyans present.

    "What am I doing?" Gelia asked herself.

    "Acting as a pawn," Parsley answered. She lowered down until she was standing only a few feet from her contemporary. "I've read your journal."

    Gelia flinched at the mention of it.

    "You helped defeat Ishtar's cousin, Nergal. A being driven solely by the thirst for power, yes?"

    She hesitated, then nodded slowly.

    "Then, you realize that you've become like him? A person driven solely by the thirst for revenge. You heard what Ochazuke said. Where was Sakin when Nergal destroyed countless galaxies? Where was his divine power when you needed help defeating the mad god?"

    The more Parsley spoke, the more Gelia Steros deflated. She looked away in shame. "Damn it. What am I doing?" she repeated. She frowned heavily and looked at the madness and carnage around her.

    "Why do you fight? What do you have to gain? Your world? You're dead, so when the barriers that have been torn down are restored, you'll be forcibly returned to where you came from. If not, the Onis will hunt you down and drag you back." Parsley sighed and powered down. "The people here have done nothing wrong. Most haven't killed a soul; the ones that have have turned aside from their wicked ways, myself included. We fight for good. For what it's worth, most of us are sorry for what happened. We let our pride cloud our honor."

    "It's not worth much," Gelia said softly. "I'm still dead." She turned on her heels, cyro-magic swirling in her hands. "But I'm done fighting. I'm no one's pawn." She looked at her people and her frown deepened. "And neither are they. Live well, M Fighter. May your redemption see fruits one day." With that, the same mist they arrived through appeared once again, that time for them to depart back to Otherworld. On Ruco, Pepa, Sarada, Callion, and the colonies, similar portals appeared to ferry the spirits back to the Afterlife.

    Parsley tapped her comm. "The spirits are returning Otherworld. Ochazuke's words resonated with them."

    =Same on Ruco,= Rutaba said.

    =And Pepa,= Avoca chimed in.

    =And Callion, shockingly,= Pinach said dryly. =I guess Tundra and company won't head back.=

    "No. But he won't be alive for much longer. Heading back to see what's what." With that, she flew around the planet to take stock of the casualties. Once they were located and a rough estimate was accounted for, she wielded her ax and tried to draw on the Heka Flow power bestowed on her by Banespell.
    It comes, her ax glowing a brilliant honey gold.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Yun Lao View Post
    "Of course," He muttered with a weary bitterness, "That would be too easy."

    The abhuman's gaze seemed to be fixed on the distance, no doubt distracted by the sudden influx of energy signatures; it was like the earth was writhing. Sakin definitely knew how to make things annoying, he'd give him that.

    "So, what's the big plan? Play hide and seek with the universe?"
    Koorimaru shrugs.

    “Another reason I’m here. What is the plan? I cannot run forever, Remnant knows my aura well.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by bruceleegreyhulk View Post
    ( I know this ship. It belongs to Miras Thane. Hmm, I could test my speed out by travel through this ship as pure electromagnetic energy, but then that would make me an *******,) Praxat thought.

    Praxat then takes off her space gear and walks to the cockpit of the ship.
    The ship is empty save you, and seems set on a Earth based trajectory.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleric of Hell’s Brigade View Post
    It comes, her ax glowing a brilliant honey gold.
    Parsley could see the radiant glow of the Heka Flow materializing within her ax. From what she saw and observed during Banespell's memories when she spoke with him a few months ago, Cleos could not only heal with that energy, but even raise the dead. She wasn't sure of the particular mechanics outside of willing the power to be so, but it was worth a try. The people laying at her feet fought their hardest without the hope of backup or a savior falling out of the sky. If not for Ochazuke's timely message, the blitzkrieg would have continued unabated until not a single soul remained standing.

    Those that fell deserved a chance to relish in the fruits of their labors and a chance to continue defending their home.

    She walked through the city, placing the broadside of her ax onto the fallen soldiers to transfer the Heka Flow into them in hopes of bringing them back to life.
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