It worked about half as well as Avoca had hoped. Still, six down and six to go was far more manageable than what she was dealing with just a few seconds ago. As the six survivors roused themselves and prepared to attack her again, she charged her hands with crimson energy.
Sarada?! Avoca saw her get swallowed up by a portal of some kind by that blob thing with her own eyes. She swore that she was gone, but there she was right there.
This dreadful, awful situation suddenly got a lot brighter. They had a chance of stopping Auroc from doing whatever it was that he wanted to do. But with Parsley still fighting one of those knights and Inanna charging up whatever that massive attack was, it was up to her.
And she had an idea.
As the battle raged on, a familiar golden streak shot in from over the horizon. Sarada stopped on a dime, furious eyes scanning the action down below to gain a better perspective of what was going on. When she noticed Auroc in the short distance, she growled and roared. "AUROC!!!!!!!!" she bellowed as her supreme Super Saiyan power flared like an out of control aura. "YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME YOU COWARD!"
She erupted into motion, barreling toward the Majin God like an out-of-control freight train.
Held sat as his desk, sighing deeply.
It had been months since Held had returned home after what seemed like Eons. The tearful reunions, the partying, the pardons, the awards....They all faded away in the recesses of his mind, covered behind mountains of paper work.
Nero Garthin---The Prime Minister of Nevada--had made him an Ambassador to not only Earth, but the galaxy at large. His exploits in battle had reached even the remote depths of space that Nevada found itself in, and what was once a privateer in command of a single ship, now found himself as an Admiral, commanding an entire Armada if he deemed it so.
His ranking in the Merchants Guild--Thanks in no small part to his seemingly endless wealth--had propelled him to the upper echelons of power in that group as well. In one fell swoop, Held Debon went from Renegade destroyer of worlds to exonerated ultra elite, able to wage war at a whim.
His office was gilded, ornate gold and silver, artifacts of all sorts, expensive drinks....It was breathtaking to behold, perhaps rivaling his abode on Earth, or the planet closest to it that he kept another home.
If looks were everything, Held would truly be satisfied.
But if one looked close enough, the melancholy that affected him was not far beneath the surface.
"Resource Allotment..." Held muttered glumly, looking through a fist length stack of papers stapled together, "...Do they really need that much manpower and munitions for a simple exploration mission?"
He sighed.
"I guess it is close enough to Saiyan territory to warrant some precautions, but it's uncharted space, and Sarada isn't really chomping at the bit to expand."
He took out a pen, before scribbling a note requesting a detailed reasoning for their sizable request and concrete proof of their concerns.
He tossed that one into a pile of other reports.
"Let's see...." He turned, looking at the wall on his planner, hoping to find something somewhat interesting, for a change. He was disappointed.
"Brief the council on the Threshlings...Easier said than done, I haven't actually fought one since Auroc, and I can't exactly just invited Luop and Neva for a friendly chat about these sorts of things, can I?"
Well, I probably could, but I should maybe get more situated into this gig before then. Not to mention, we're so far from the space they're after it's technically not an immediate priority..
"....Handle a dispute between the Merchants Guild on Axotol and a band of Raiders....Well, I guess that's interesting, but--Oh. I'm supposed to choose who actually goes to handle that."
All that time Training on that hellish planet, and this is what I get to do now? What a waste...Then again, Crazy Horn is complete now, so I guess it was worth it, even if I did die a few dozen times...
"Even for me, it feels a bit off to send someone to handle things in my stead..."
His thoughts briefly drifted to the Red Raiders, and then to Earth. Someone--Eva, maybe?--had sent out a summons for him and the others, but the Nevadian was far, far, too busy to attend, unfortunately. There were formidable warriors on earth, or so invested in the planet to the point the Nevadian was outright redundant in a sense.
Events had unfolded so quickly here, that Held couldn't even remember if he had sent a response to the summoning. It was unlikely to matter either way, but Held was nothing if not considerate, especially to Eva of all people. It would irk him if he realized he had forgotten to respond entirely.
"...Attend a fundraiser for the Nevada Expansion Project....."
Held sighed in boredom and frustration. "Dear Kami."
Held turned to his left, looking over the mountain of papers.
"And why the hell isn't this all on a data pad?! We're one of the most technologically advanced races in the galaxy and I'm being tortured like this?! No wonder my predecessor went insane...Then again, he was the one who insisted on getting all of his tasks done in this manner."
Her body went still for a moment, Praxat, of all people, was here as well. A slight smile played briefly with a more serious countenance. The more serious one won out. She thought about waiting fro her, but decided it's best to press forward towards the entrance to the underground facility.
With another step she hesitated once more. Another was also nearby, someone vaguely familiar but not enough to identify. Was this person friend or foe? Seeing as how they were outside, Dash could only assume that whomever it was, they were not the cause of this mischief.
Setting it aside, she once again pressed forward, using her memory of the layout of the building to work her way through it.
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Praxat goes through the open window and then uses her sensitive hearing to infrasound. To focus on individual heartbeats and breathing. With the lights being off, Praxat's eyes give off a bluish glow under her goggles. Praxat attaches herself to the ceiling and stealthily crawls across it.
Using her familiarity with the layout of Capsule Corp to make her way towards the entrance to the underground facility.
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Parsley let out a frustrated growl. "You're hanging on by the skin of your teeth, slave," she gritted. She pivoted her foot and shifted slightly to give herself an opening. Channeling her ki into her ax's blade, she swung down to take off one of his arms.
The moment after Inanna's stomp, the beam she fired from her mouth to keep the Knight at bay cut off suddenly. No need now for keep away, now that she was done ... and there was only one thing left to do, with the energy pilfered from a dying world.
Give it back.
Ignoring the Knight for now, Inanna set her sights on Auroc. Though before she cast the massive sphere that would surely annihilate the planet and everything currently standing upon it. A familiar - if weak - signature caused her to stop mid-throw.
Sarada was ... still here ?
Which meant that if she followed through, her wife would die as well ... and that simply wouldn't do. So with little on the way of options but knowing well what'd happen if she didn't; Inanna grit her teeth and absorbed the bomb into her special arm.
"How painful ..."
Not eager to leave this thing burning - for the limb could only contain so much for so long - the golden-eyed woman barreled into the staggered night. Careful to not strike him with the arm set to discharge its world-sundering payload.
"Hate to make this quick, but I've your God to kill."
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"Going right for the ball...your coach taught you well," Lantro nodded, in respect. "However...NEGA-DUNK!" Lantro raises a hand as a spherical chunk of ki-enhanced earth rushes up out of the ground and heads towards the group of Knights who had shot past him. If it connected, would explode on contact. Meanwhile Lantro takes a fighting stance to confront the one Knight rushing towards him. "Always keep your wits about you on the court."
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Working her way through on the ceiling, heading to the entrance to the Geofront under CC, Praxat sees ruined CC droids and kinblast char marks in various places.
She also finds the first few bodies. Burned by ki blasts and beyond recognition.
She also discovers a beheaded Threshlings, dressed in a shimmery black material that makes it almost invisible to regular eyesight.
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