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Last edited by Tami; 07-08-2018 at 02:18 PM.
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Ever mindful of the shrinking of distance and time, Ochazuke was silent, gathered in the meditational respite of his mind, aware of the shift and murmur of cloistered emotions within the craft as they sped from one conflict toward the next.
Is this the Guardian's design, he wondered there, thoughts sifting the torrent of memories that led to this point and the countless variables within. The consequence for framing destiny...?
Pantaloon had explained to him the first night on the Lookout a harrowing vision. Every light in the night sky was a hidden enemy gazing back across an incomprehensibly vast distance. Yet only after coming back from facing a small portion of it, what stood out in his mind at this moment was the shrouded threat Evangeline had spoken of. There were unfathomable consequences for seizing the tethers that held her world aloft.
The artificial immortal saw the end in sight for all. She held destiny in her fingers and pulled it from its course.
Is this the consequence for her intervention? A cosmic escalation?
The silent war on the surface of the planet was abated and it seemed they had inherited one from the outside. Offworlders gathering to the placid end of the universe, what did they seek?
The presence of everyone aboard was filled with that familiar hardiness. However, the evaporate energy surrounding the vessel mirrored a disturbing presence among them. Of all this, he was aware.
With a slow, silent exhale, Ochazuke opened his eyes at last as the craft lurched and they approached the atmosphere of the little blue planet. The gathered focus of an unfettered mind returned him to the task at hand, and there was little else in his thoughts. Relatively speaking, it was a luxury.
"You seem rather certain of this," Ochazuke said. Rolling his shoulders, he reached into the body of his coat and checked the condition of the Junjo weapons he'd become increasingly fond of in days past. "If we're moving to face this one, well..."
Dark omens were proclaimed there at the foot of the temple. The shape and method of it were not part of it. Conditions of prophecy are always so loose. Otherwise they'd never be fulfilled.
"It must have been difficult, to relay the method of our enemy to save those ones who would never hear you before," he said. "I should hope your time among the stars hadn't led you to forget your home."
He looked at Totoma out of the corner of his eye. "You've fought him before. From what you told me, you've continued to fight him for ten long years. Nobody in this craft knows Jagam as well as you. So what can you remember?"
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"You know better?" P-Sta scoffed. "You've no doubt experienced much in your life, but you're just a child! Plenty of people also believe in forgiveness! Sure, any good Saiyans do now wouldn't erase ill deeds of the past, but the Saiyans of the past were your ancestors, not the Saiyans of today! The deeds of the individuals of the present will determine how Saiyans are remembered from now on, not the sins of the past!" P-Sta closed his eyes, folded his arms and nodded, assuredly. "Not the sins of the past."
What P-Sta said made sense and had merit. There were some who believed in forgiveness. But, there was a difference between forgiving a relatively small sin and forgiving genocide.
It was a nice sentiment he used at the end, but that wasn't what most people believed. Sins of the father were paid for by the son in a lot of people's minds. Maiz spoke of it several times during her travels. The looks of mistrust or outright fear, being kicked out of establishments or off planets, her children being called monsters and other such names just because they happened to be born Saiyans. And that wasn't even getting into the constant attempts at vengeance.
The Sneks were only the latest in a long line of armies that came marching to their doors. There were too many to listen off, but there were a lot.
"Tell that to the people's whose ancestors were killed," she replied flatly. "No matter what, that 'pain' won't go away." She shrugged lazily. "I don't really care if we're liked or not. I just want someone to tell me how Jagam managed to fly under your people's radar for ten years while dozens of my people were being killed. If it isn't a grudge, then maybe they aren't as competent as you believe."
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"I..." P-Sta began, not knowing what to say at first. He decided not to pursue the topic of the Saiyans' future further, as he didn't want any more arguments, though he did silently applaud the sense of nobility she showed in regards of how the Saiyans could make the Galaxy a better place. As to her other statement however...perhaps all arguments could not be held in check.
"You question the competency of the Galaxy Police?! The most advanced, state of the art, efficient police of the...of the Galaxy?!" he exclaimed somewhat redundantly. "Not to give him too much credit, but it seems to me that this Jagam is simply just two steps ahead and good at covering his tracks! Perhaps he has access to...to some kind of unknown technology or what have you!"
A time passed, and for the duration Ishtar remained silent, fists clenched and knuckles white. Yet with a familiar echoing in the Oni's head, Evangeline finally replied ... and even still, the young Guardian sounded no worse for wear.
Proof in the least, that the portent offered by Ereshkigal was of things to come ... at least this time.
'I can honestly say the same, Evangeline.' The golden-eyed Oni replied, 'We were offered a ... portent, about the fall of Earth; and of your death in particular ... to hear that such has not yet come to pass in the three solar days since hearing of it, is beyond comforting ...
Though that meant the threat was still en route. For now however, that Evangeline was alive, and the Earth was not yet set to be destroyed ... there was at least some hope of training, and preparing, for the threat to come. Be it Jagam, or Marduk, or Genesis ... though that last ...
Please ... not Genesis. Not yet.
For the moment however, Ishtar turned her thoughts back towards the comforting voice of the young Guardian.
'In any case ... We will be there within the hour, and can discuss all that has transpired since our abduction, then.'
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
After giving this some thought, "Perhaps it would be better if we brought Lady Eva into this. Lately I have been on edge, nervous and uneasy. Feelings I am not used to at this level. If Lady Eva is still all right, if there is no imminent danger, then perhaps you and i can go to her together. I would welcome having you with me when I speak to her. That is, if you don't mind?"
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Ishtar sighed silently.
Evangeline expressed a feeling of unease that echoed what had been offered by Ereshkigal. Proof at the least that whatever it was that was coming was indeed a threat to Earth, and the Kami upon it. Yet there was a sudden- jerking- stop, and before the young Guardian could finish her thoughts, there came only silence.
Then Kai was screaming about someone being there ...
"Jagam is there. He just arrived at the Lookout."
The Oni spoke, loudly enough to be heard by those who sat beside, or stood near, yet oddly muted. After all they were too late ... at least to train, and plan ... even with the boon they had received to expedite travel. Though one supposed it didn't matter anymore what was coming, beyond what needed to happen next.
Jerking up in her seat, the golden-eyed Oni shot like a bolt toward the cockpit; and when she arrived the blue-skinned woman clamped her hand down around the young genius' shoulder.
"Mr. Pantaloon, we need to get there, now. How do we make that happen."
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
Ochazuke had remained curiously silent during the whole Chromakai liberation battle. Well, not surprising, really, since Ochazuke was often a man of few words. And what words he did utter were carefully chosen, almost always cutting right to the heart of the matter--or the person he spoke to. This time was no exception.
Totoma thought back. "He--his style--was brutal and accurate, being very similar to boxing, but with quick, effective joint locks, breaks, and the such added to it. I distinctly remember that he didn't kick very often, even when doing so would be the best option. So I guess, compared to everyone here, his style does have at least one distinct shortcoming. As for ki attacks... he could use the eye beam technique, or a variation of it, an energy wave that came out in the form of blades, and some sort of seeking energy blast that constricts around you before it explodes."
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Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
As predicted, the galactic officer responded defensively when she charged that his organization was incompetent. Whether that was true or not, it did speak to his devotion. Whether that devotion was well-placed or blind was unknown.
Not that such mattered at this point. Her mind was made up, and only a sound explanation explaining this gross oversight away would change it.
"Yee, I–"
With three simple words, whatever reply she had prepared died before it found coherent thought.
He was there. Him. Jagam. At the lookout. With Eva and Ronin by themselves.
The guardian was well behind her, so Sarada already knew she stood no chance of defeating him. She wasn't sure about Ronin, but he wasn't the training type, so she doubted he was that far ahead of Eva, if he was at all.
"No."
The sole word was whispered harshly, filled with disbelief that their entire plan had fallen apart before they had even arrived. If he went Super Saiyan at any point during the fight, they were done for!
No! She would find a way. They would find a way, just like with Battersea, Willa, Fife, Chroma. Every obstacle put in their way, no matter how insurmountable it first appeared, was overcome when they fought together. This would be no different.
"As soon as we get within Earth's atmosphere," she said to Totoma, "activate Hitozaru as high as you can safely. I figure we can reach the lookout faster flying ourselves, plus that'd give us the element of surprise."
Jinzi cursed, then began tapping at various controls.
“I’m maxing it’s engines and overclocking them to the point of shattering. Once the ship hits atmosphere we’ll only be a few miles from the Lookout, so abandon ship and fly there.”
The ship lurches forward even faster.
“Two minutes and you abandon the ship and make for the Lookout!”
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