[Retribution Angel][SAGA]

[Rensou Hiruen]

The journey had been a safe passage, and the Saiyan could only thank the powers that be for the opportunity to cast his life into the throes of danger with the reckless abandon that had always personified his life. To fight without fear of death lent a glorious advantage, for his efforts never froze into a frightened stupor! Nay, Rensou Hiruen fought only with fear of defeat, and when the mind willed the body never to fail, great things occurred in splendid succession. The enhancements to the engines of the Gladiator had moved the ship from start to destination in record time, and the Saiyan within her walls had no time to train.

Rensou wished to be in the finest fighting shape of his life to battle those whom had taken the very thing. Sessa and countless other Saiyan were lain to rest in such a disrespectful manner by the demonic strength he had felt, that one filled with such hate. . .and the other, that absolute evil, the one he had come to know as only Geurin, had destroyed his planet. Their lives were forfeit. Rensou Hiruen had slept for a portion of the trip, but he had spent most of his time in deep thought.

This was the moment Ezreal had returned him for.

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The flagship of the Saiyan general still hovered countless miles upon miles away from Earth, the cloaked space-pod had finished the final leg of the voyage. It had landed softly upon three legs, deep in the darkest chasm cracked into the valleys of the Paozu mountains, and with the twittering of the computing systems filling his ears, the fingertips bade the gates of hell open and the angel of retribution stepped out into the world.

Earth.

Rensou Hiruen had never seen a planet quite like this place, and he drank in the oxygen greedily –a simple thing the people of this planet enjoyed while his no longer could. A deep sadness overcame him as on foot, he ascended the steep wall of the canyon with nothing but the basest of his physical strength to aid him; his power was tossed aside, his mental facilities blocked from outside intrusion. . .there was no ki in his efforts as over the period of many long, arduous hours, the Saiyan ascended the tallest snow-cap and felt the delicious cold against his flesh.

Perched like an eagle before the bird plummets for the kill, Rensou Hiruen watched the skies for signs of his comrades and awaited their arrival. The man had waited some time to avenge the fallen, and he could wait a few hours more.[/blockquote][/font][/size]

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It was a short trip with a little talking, and what little conversation that there was proved hollow. Noko, as always, was a treat to be around while Orenji mostly just meditated. Sohko, thinking that his constant meditation could possibly be a source of his new power, decided to sit beside him for many of those long hours in silent reflection. Of course after the first hour or so he gathered he would not unlock his hidden potential by sitting cross legged on the floor with his eyes closed, but the time to think was nice. For the last few days there had been so much noise and the days before them were riddled with death. It was the calm before the storm and the saiyan swordsman reveled it.

Upon entering the solar system, per Rensou Hiruen’s specific instructions, all three of them, and even Cid the foul mouthed pilot, suppressed their power levels as far as they could. The ship followed encrypted coordinates that had been sent to his scouter shades. It was the General’s position and the meeting place for what would be the beginning of what could prove to be the longest day of Sohko’s life.

As they neared Earth, Sohko walked to the helm of the ship and mentally commanded the advanced shades to begin broadcasting to a very specific frequency. It was a direct line to his good friend’s Drexx’s communications. The android would first receive encrypted coordinates, much in the same vein as Rensou’s which were received only a short time ago. The accompanying message would be clear however, as it was a call to arms to his brethren.

“Protectorate assemble.”

His words clean and crisp before abruptly ending contact as the ship entered the Earth’s atmosphere. The ship was now on stealth mode as it lowered to the beauty of Mount Paozu. As soon as Hiruen’s pod’s signal was found and with it Rensou’s own severely suppressed power, Sohko slapped his hands onto Orenji’s and Noko’s shoulder alike, doing so as he closed his eyes. Opening them once more, the three warriors found themselves staring down the spearhead of the attack; the man who would finally bring vengeance for what befell their people.

“Cid, gain altitude and stay within geosynchronous orbit above my position.”

“No @%$&!”

Was all that came back over the line. With a sigh, Sohko turned to the General and nodded out of respect. He was dead set on doing everything within his relative meager power to right the wrongs against his race and home; and avenging his lost friend.

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“Protectorate Assemble.” A very familiar voice filled the android’s head. One that shocked him to the core. One that he hadn’t heard in a very. Very. Very long time.

“Sohko?!” The android pressed two of his fingers against his right temple, trying and trying to gain a better signal, to attempt a better transmission. Suddenly coordinates filled his brain and the image of a ship flying above the Earth came into his view. Sohko was on that ship. He and others with him, but Drexx couldn’t quite see whom from the image he was getting.

Calmly the android walked out of Kame house and shot up into the sky, gaining speed, moving faster than he ever had before, rocketing through layers of atmosphere and finally arriving in space. He had never been in outer space before and he immediately felt immensely small. Once more he was thankful for the lack of needing to breath and of being an android as the lack of oxygen in space would surely kill him otherwise. His eyes opened wide and he activated his long range scanners, scanning all over the world and finally finding the ship that was holding his friend, and perhaps more of his friends. It was hovering above Mt. Paozu mountain range. Questions flooded his mind. Was Kazama with Sohko as well? Was Orenji?

He rocketed back down through the atmosphere, and stopped abruptly as he almost crashed into a ship, he rolled out of the way and to a stop. Looking down at the mountain-range he spotted five shapes. Two of them he recognized, as Orenji was unmistakble to him now, and Sohko too was as familiar to himself as the back of his hand. Who they were with, he didn't know. He floated down towards them. If they weren't fighting, then he figured he had little to worry about.

"Greeting friends." He said with a wave and a smile.

[Orenji]

Orenji had meditated on the journey to Earth, It was something he did before every battle, every journey. Orenji needed to mentally prepare himself for the fighters he was about to come in contact with. He had hoped to stay where he was the entire time until they had landed, but that was not the case. Sohko had snapped him out of his meditation, telling him it would be best if everyone suppressed their power. Orenji agreed with his friend and began to do the same, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake he had made of Nor.

Orenji looked down onto the surface of Earth, they were on their way. The battle was about to begin. He looked over to Sohko and Noko, hoping the two of them were ready for what was about to come. As he waited for Sohko to land the ship, he felt sohko’s hand on his back. Less than a second later they were on the planet’s surface, standing next to the General. Orenji and the General had gotten off to a rough start back on Nor, but he hoped they could put aside their differences to focus on the task at hand.

Just then as if Drexx knew they were all going to be arriving on Earth at this time. The last time thw two had meet was back on Namek, when his home planet was in danger.

”Greetings friends.”

”It is good to see you again Drexx, I am glad that you are here.”

Orenji walked over to Drexx, he didn’t know if his friend knew everything that has happened. Orenji leaned in and began to whisper to Orenji everything that Geurin and Zach had done and what took place on Nor. Hoping that his friend would join them, and help take out Geurin and Zach, for the good of everyone.

[riika]

Once again she was on Ageis. Only this time, she was hurtling toward battle instead of away. A fact that made her even more ansty than before. She had check, re-checked, and triple checked everything. She wore her, modified, weighted clothing under her usual dress. Her daggers were each strapped to her belt, ready to be grabbed at any point. Her gold arm bands worked perfectly. She had little time to test them on Nor, but she trusted Danika's craftmanship. Each had a spring release so that if she was ever grabbed forcefully on either wrists, spike would shoot out. It wasn't much, but she felt better having them.

Noko had wished the trip to Earth would take forever, like the one to Nor had. But, luck was not in her favor. It seemed like no time at all had passed before the three, four counting Rensou in his ship, landed on Earth. She had hoped to dawdle, but Sohko's hand on her shoulder told her that wouldn't happen. The next second they were on Earth, the feeling of her stomach being turned upside down accompanied it. After all the times Sohko had used that with her, she had hoped she'd be used to it. No such luck though. Noko breathed, trying to calm down. Rensou had already landed and before she could speak, another man himself known. she jumped, hand immediately going to her dagger.

Though, as with Orenji, Noko had little to worry about. This man was also friends with the two. She really, really needed to stop attacking Sohko's friends. Though it would cost her dearly later this very day. She crossed her arms, tail snapping nervously. Almost unconsciously, she stepped closer to Rensou, arm just brushing his. She was on edge, antsy. It wasn't a good thing to be this moment, but Noko couldn't help it.

[Ark Ghiest]

Ark noticed the strange, surprised expression on his friends face. The expression shifted from one of surprise to what the human could only describe as relief, even if he didn’t understand why. As if speaking with someone the android mentions a name “Sohko” or at least that is what Ark assumed it was. Did Drexx have some sort of communication device built into him? About to ask he is the one to be surprised as the android blasts into the air.

Taking off after him he was barely able to keep up, the android slowly pulling away as he lifts higher and higher into the air. Was he leaving the planet? As Drexx continues to pull away from him the human had to stop, knowing it would be dangerous for him to follow much higher into the atmosphere. Moments later and Drexx was gone. At a loss for words for his friends sudden disappearance he floats and waits, his eyes scanning the skies for any sign of his friend.

Minutes passed and nothing…no off to his left. A spec dropped back out of the upper atmosphere, but not straight down like he had ascended. Gritting his teeth Ark takes off in the direction the android was flying, knowing he could not catch him, but flying so that he was heading in the same direction, hoping to meet up with him should he arrive at whatever destination he was seeking.

Before long Mt. Paozu came into view, Ark catching just a glimpse of the spec that was Drexx as he appears to land near its peak. Not sure what this was all about he starts to suppress his power level, wondering if the androids quick departure was to some sort of threat he had discovered. Rising up to the point Drexx had landed at his eyes widen at the strange company.

Orenji had come to Earth, the Namekian speaking quietly with the android. With them were what appeared to be three Saiyans as far as Ark could tell, their tails either wrapped around their waist or swaying behind them. One stood alone, his mostly black attire and dark glasses giving him a slightly cold appearance. The other two stood close together, one another imposing male and the second a female with lavender eyes. Ark had never met another individual with the same color eyes as him, his eyes lingering on those purple pools.

”Drexx, Orenji… is everything alright?” The question was more to show he knew the two than anything. The solemn looks on the faces of those assembled gave Ark the impression that he should tread lightly and he wanted to make sure he did not seem any sort of threat. Orenji was suppressing his power level and there had to be a reason for that, the others perhaps doing the same.

[Gray Callahan]

TRIANGULATING CO-ORDINATES

A man, millions of miles away and floating on the edge of space. He had sleek black and crimson armour surrounding his entire frame, with the eyes glowing a legendary gold. His sensors were directed at Earth, and attuned to find three distinguishable signatures. Black hues dart back and forth within the helmet of the armour as data flashes through his brain and is analysed in mere nano-seconds. Mato was a saiyan whose true strength lied in his mind rather than his body, and he was currently acting outside of orders.

He was floating in space for a simple reason. He would be able to more easily attune his technology without background planetary radiation from the hua of Nor.

He had taken the ki signature from Nam Reikonaga on Nor. He had been at range, his power reduced, and had analysed every member of the group. And, he had tracked each one accordingly. He had also taken the energy signature from Orenji, separated out the intrapersonal ki strand data from his extrapolations and therefore had gained data on the basic signature of a Namekian.

Nam and two other Namekian signatures were many miles away from the rest of the group, and Rensou needed to know.

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Those with scouters would here them crackle into life. "General Hiruen, Nam Reikonaga's energy signature is in close proximity to you with two unidentified Namekian signatures. One I believe to be Guerin. At full power you will reach their location in four minutes, sir!" Mato's voice hurried, nervous. He didn't want Rensou to dawdle; Nam's presence could truly fuck things up, and Mato wanted this war over as much as Boliko did. They needed to focus on Namek.

"The rest of you will be capable of reaching the location in seven minutes, but you may wish to locate Guerin's other forces! I will follow the progress of General Hiruen through a live feed in his scouter!"

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{Post is a work in progress. Solid facts established in the post regardless of descriptive fluff to be added later; Royd appears to Zach, then appears to Kazama and then finally to the invaders. Nighflyer traces communication signal. Nightflyer charges FTL drives, jams communications frequencies and moves to intercept the orbiting invader ship.}

Monitoring of communications channels accomplishes a lot and for a man who is physically crippled, there is little to do but watch and listen, so it is by no means hard to believe that the raven haired telepath’s ability to gather information was near omnipotent. Repairs to the Nightflyer had been under way for some time as it sat motionless at the L1 LaGrange point, between Earth and it’s moon. He’d ferried Earth’s Kami back after his disastrous and accidental visit to the former planet Vegeta. In the time while he sat waiting for his ship to be restored, Royd had monitored every communications frequency that drifted past the system and using the ship’s powerful computer was able to correlate some disturbing data. The Saiyans had brutally attacked the Changeling home world and attempted to commit genocide. At the same time it appeared a counter strike was launched in defense to Vegeta. The Saiyans, being as overconfident as they were left their world defenseless and it was no surprise that it ended up as a ring of dust orbiting a distant star, this event coinciding with the Nightflyer’s unfortunate visit there.

Now it appeared those arrogant and vengeful monsters were turning their attention to another target. The target wasn’t exactly clear those, two prominent possibilities presented themselves to Royd and two things were certain, the Saiyans were mobilizing and he would again be needed. It was for this reason that he appeared on Earth once again. Gurin, having information gathering abilities equal to if not better then his own, did not need to be informed, who did however was that blonde boy Royd had met some time ago. The telepath though didn’t have the luxury of waiting for night as the Nightflyers sensors tracked the ionization trail of one or more vessels entering Earth’s atmosphere. One of the craft was apparently using some form of cloaking technology, however it’s companion vessel was not so sneakily equipped. The larger vessel’s approach to the solar system and entry into the atmosphere without any filed flight plan was enough to alert the paranoid computer aboard the Nightflyer and once the vessel’s ionization trail was detected, it was easy to spot the second craft. Had the dishonorably, cloaked pod not been accompanied by the larger craft, it may very well has slipped past, but the tactician in charge of planning this insurgent mission was obviously not of the highest caliber, else they would have realized the error and sent the pod alone.

“Track them to their landing coordinates and give me a graphic.” Royd instructed the computer. Hovering above his command couch, the holographic representation of the Earth zoomed in to show the two landing vessels and their probable touch down site. It was in the mountains, or rather what used to be mountains near the Victory School. Now though the school it’s self was the highest structure, man-made or otherwise in the area.

“Ok, give me my avatar, train a telescope on the school and continued tracking and monitoring.” the raven haired telepath continued.

Moments later his telepathically controlled holographic avatar appeared down bellow on Earth, materializing in one of the training gardens where the blonde was apparently giving a lesson to his students.

“Mister Crantson. Please pardon the interruption. I am afraid you are going to have to cancel class for today.” Royd started, not waiting for a return greeting. “My ship’s sensors have detected two vessels landing in the mountain range near your school. They do not have filed flight plans and one of the craft is employing some form of masking circuitry which by it’s very nature indicates a hostile nature. It is my impression that the Prime Minister already knows about the threat. I will contact your other compatriot and then continue to monitor the situation.”

“Change avatar location, Central City, locate the Majin Kazama.” Royd instructed the computer and again in moments his avatar appeared before the Majin.

“Mister… Kazama.” Royd started, not knowing if the beings even had genders but desided to stick with the masculine based solely on the alien’s build. “There is trouble in the mountains near Victory School. Please meet Zach there at once.”

“Ok, next I want to…” Royd was about to give further instructions when a transmission from outside of Earth’s satellite system was beamed down to the planet, piquing the interest of the computer and alerting them to the presence of yet another craft.

‘Trace that.’ Royd quickly instructed telepathically as it was infinitely faster then the spoken word. The computer acted at once and by the time the transmission ceased, a general location in space was indicated. Had more been transmitted an exact fix could be computed however the ship’s whereabouts would have to be determined the old fashioned way by use of the Nightflyer’s sensors rather then by triangulation.

“Plot a course, charge FTL drives incase they don’t want visitors.” Royd continued to instruct. “Engage at two thirds impulse and reposition my avatar, mountain range, invader landing site.”

As the Nightflyer departed the LaGrange point and headed for the third ship, Royd’s ghostly, blue, holographic image vanished from Kazama’s presence and moments later reappeared in the midst of the invaders, standing still and clam as ever. The Raven haired man looked the group over, and then addressed them as a whole is it was unclear who exactly the leader was. There were no uniforms, no congruent symbols of rank. Just a raggedy bunch standing amongst the decimated mountain range.

“Greetings. My name is Captain Royd Eris of the transport vessel Nightflyer.” Royd started, greeting them in as friendly a manner as anyone could potential invaders. “I my vessel has tracked your craft to this landing site and I’m not entirely certain if you have been informed of proper landing procedures for refugees fleeing the Saiyan empire. You’ve failed to file a flight plan with the Central City Space Traffic Control Bureau. I’m afraid you are planning to relocate to Earth, you will have to register with the immigration bureau and file a flight plan. Until them I would recommend you re-board your craft and park in orbit. If you are unable to lift off due to damage incurred while escaping, then please remain by your craft.”

‘Computer, jam all comms signals coming from or going to the target location and give me a time to intercept of transmission point of third vessel.’ Royd communicated silently to the ship’s computer. The machine responded with its usual manner of mechanical sounding whispers and indicated the Nightflyer would be intersecting the computed coordinates within two minutes. With the FTL drives charged, Royd would be reasonably safe from attack. Although the Nightflyer was unarmed, it was big, very big. Should the need arise the vessel’s great bulk would provide more then enough protection and if the even more unlikely need arose, a means of attack. Meanwhile the charged FTL drive was standing by to jump the massive ship away should the third vessel prove to be hostile.

[Gray Callahan]

"Fuck!"

His message had got through, but the transmission was cut off with a sudden crackle. Earth had a jammer for the wavelength he was using.

He grimaces. Mato hadn't expected Earth to have that sort of foresight, they seemed rather backwards in their thinking methods as of late. Still, if he couldn't bypass this jammer then his name wasn't Mato and he wasn't the most intelligent saiyan alive. His mind was sure to be equal to Royd's, though saiyans had never ever been subject to an IQ test. Mato's battle potential, though, the equivalent for saiyans, was far below the average.

He extends his hands, interlocking his fingers, before muttering commands into a virtual interface.

"Shift the radiation pattern... no, that's not gonna do it."

He grunts and cusses, as a burst of static meets his ears.

"Hmm, I need to de-activate the opposing Meta protocols in place..."

A soft click and a hiss as strings of code begin to blur along Mato's senses as his eyes dart around within the confines of his power suit. The suit was neurologically attached to him via a combination of special drugs and nano-machines; he had yet to test it in combat but it responded merely to his thought patterns now.

The communications signal was looping back to the beginning rather than completing the transmission, that was obvious. The jammer was an effective modulator, he'd give him that. The blocking signal was continuously changing. But Mato could also continuously counter that as his mind relayed the necessary functions.

There. A hiss and a crackle as the re-encoded digital signal bursts through to Rensou's scouter radio chatter, the visual feed re-opening. No smart-ass human was going to stop the engineer from watching the following fight. If Rensou's scouter got blown up, that would all change.

"Sorry about that, went through a tunnel. Did you say anything, General?"

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Watching and listening to quite literally everything, the Nightflyer’s computer fed Royd a condensed stream of information and automatically adjusted the ship’s course when another signal attempted to break through the ship’s jamming. ‘Hmmm, amusing.’ Royd commented computer. The other craft’s operator did not seem to understand the mechanics of signal jamming.

Royd was not simply blocking signals as to do that, one would have to physically surround the transmitter. No, what the Nightflyer was doing was much more sophisticated. Given the impressive power of the computer, it was capable of many amazing tasks, not the least of which was simple signal analysis. The computer merely listened to the incoming waves and with it’s massive processing power, determined the frequency being used. The actual content and encryption of the message was unimportant as all the computer needed was a fix on the frequency. Once the frequency was determined the ship would transmit with it’s much larger, more powerful transmitters, two different signals, on the exact counter to the incoming signals, much like a set of noise canceling headphone operate, and the second, simply a flood of random pulses to further confuse the airwaves. Shifting frequencies would not help as the computer as a matter of course, was sampling everything that came in and would shift it’s jamming to match.

The result would be the same with every attempt, made. Nightflyer may only be a transport ship, but the technology aboard made her one the most if not the most advanced vessel in known space. It had to be so to have supported three generations aboard. The arrogance of the apposing pilot was decidedly misplaced, Royd had spent his entire life among the stars, knew every system of his ship intimately and could make full use of them with unparalleled skill. If this coward who floated out in deep space wanted to metagame for the invaders, he was going to be frustrated. If the bad guys were going to have an eye in the sky, then Royd was going to make sure he was one for the good guys.

‘Give me the whole satellite network.’ Royd instructed his electronic companion. ‘If he wants to play with rotating frequencies, lets see how he likes it when every single one is filled with static.’ the raven haired man continued. ‘No backwater Saiyan is going to ply spy on my watch.’ Royd mused, unknowingly echoing the sentiments of other pilot.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“In literature, an antihero is a protagonist whom displays qualities with no heroic virtues or qualities, blurring the line between hero and villain,”

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Atop that tallest peak the cadre of warriors stood, their powers a great range of prowess –individually, some could possibly taste defeat or worse this fateful day. Together, however, their ability to overcome was undoubted. Frost flowed forth from fluttering lungs within the carved chest of a Saiyan amongst Saiyans, and his heart hammered out a splendid staccato against a bounty of bone. The blood flowed to be standing so near to Noko Arahara and Sohko Masamune, for they would be the truest heroes of the events yet to unfold. The pair had survived Vegeta, just as the absent son of Rensou had, and they sought to settle the score! Ne'er was there truer courage to ride into the maw of death once more~

The shocks atop his head flitted backwards with a passing zephyr, the skies relatively still. The sole representative of the Empire and one of the last survivors still within the mighty organization glanced this way and that, noting the determination flowing from the Saiyan sorcerer, as well as his nod. With the same silence the son of the Hiruen clan returned his greeting before he set coals upon the greened face of the one known as Orenji. The man had insulted his people, though it had perhaps been a mistake. Undoubtedly, Rensou felt much annoyance in regard to working with one whom would choose his words so poorly, but if Masamune trusted the man, he could as well. The Namekian radiated purpose, and Hiruen drew strength from the two males.

Noko Arahara, however, gave him much worry.

Flawlessly beautiful and endlessly interesting, the woman had proven herself capable of murder should she be pushed. As a being of Saiyan blood, Noko found that point much sooner than other races, but a warrior could become capable of taking life in a matter of moments. Certainly, all that would come to assail her of violence would be of such profession, but Hiruen attempted to remedy the very thing as he bumped his shoulder into her own with a playfulness hardly seen, a derivation of this prelude to peril. The idea of danger had invigorated that Saiyan gladiator, and the threat of hardship in search of great reward had placed him in the most wonderful of moods. Rensou turned to Noko and smiled.

“You can leave if you like, just stumble around until you hit my invisible pod,” he teased, mostly certain that Noko would stand by her friends no matter what fear might reside within her. The struggle raging within the woman was obvious, but Hiruen had no doubt that she would overcome those whom made her afraid and rise, stronger for it. Though those lips might further impede her confidence, if Noko would only meet his gaze she would note that Rensou believed in her, fully.

Then the mechanics fastened to the ear of the man began to sound out, channels opening and filling with static as technological warfare unveiled itself. There was much garble, and Rensou Hiruen smirked before Ayleen herself began to inform him as best she could of the messages meant to reach he and the assembled others.

“Master Hiruen, it seems Mato has discovered the position of Nam Reikonaga and the one you seek, Geurin. It seems a second party has blocked the majority of the message, and now our communication network has been completely jammed, and I am unable to decipher the coordinates of the pair just mentioned, apologies, Master Hiruen,”

The Saiyan cursed silently to himself, and for all the others gathered, only Sohko would have an idea of what had occurred as well. Nam Reikonaga, at the behest of the Empire and Protectorate alike, had engaged Geurin, the destroyer. Rensou lifted his eyes to the man and began to speak on the situation before a silhouette manifested in the distance, flying directly for the group of avengers. A man of reaction and battle, the Saiyan immediately unleashed his base strength, a hue of cyan enveloping his body calmly. “Power up, it seems we have company!” he issued, a few loose stone and clods of earth tumbling down the mountain as the presence of Rensou Hiruen was finally unveiled.

If those from Earth had been unaware of an intruding presence, they certainly were no longer subject to obliviousness.

But the two arrivals, an android and a human, were without threatening posture as they came before the group and began to address those whom would bring Vegetasei vengeance, and Hiruen nearly sighed with disappointment. The man wished to fight now, but the pair seemed to know some of those he had arrived with as they began to speak and address them as friends. There was, however, no relaxation of power from the son of the Saiyan race as he regarded them carefully. At any moment, they could prove to be Geurin's men, and should they, death would be their reward. Hiruen chose to ignore them.

And then that hologram appeared amongst them, a picture of a weakling. The thing began to speak of landing procedures and business intended and whatnot, and Rensou Hiruen looked at it with a tilted head as it spoke with all the self-affirmed authority within it, informing the group that they should return to their ships before proper landing procedures had been gone over and permissions had been obtained. Rensou Hiruen chose to offer no words to the specter as well, but he had a few for those around him.

“Trust me on this one,” he grinned, kicking away from the mountain and taking flight as his power soared. The clouds swirled overhead as the man recalled the pain Touketsuki Yakedo had placed upon his heart, and the locks atop his head stood and changed altogether. Where there had once been darkness, there was light; the precious gold of the Super Saiyan transformation. Those coals of the chasms had changed as well, their hue now mimicking the beautiful sky the Saiyan had lifted himself up and into, clouds parting for his might.

Rensou Hiruen would not go out searching for those whom had brought his people and planet destruction, nay, he would draw them here with the most amazing display of power he was capable of, a charged Final Flash. If but for a moment, he wanted those whom would call themselves the allies of Geurin and the enemies of the Saiyan race to feel the fear his people would have felt before their lives were taken and their homes were destroyed. Above Sohko, Noko, Orenji, Drexx, Ark, and that damnable hologram, the Golden Inferno tensed his multiplied mass as he lifted his left arm out before him, down, towards the planet at their feet.

The grip of the right encased the left wrist as the sphere of the innate cyan formed out before the flattened palm, the ball of energy forming and immediately alerting any power scanner upon this pitiful world of the presence of Rensou Hiruen as his power began to peak. Even without his newest transformation, Hiruen was capable of rendering this world naught but rubble, and now, those whom would wish against such a thing would realize that as the Super Saiyan in the skies bluffed and simultaneously summoned their enemies.

It was time to fight to avenge the people, to kill the offenders. It was time to liberate the Earth from the oppressors.

“Come to me, please, come and die,” Hiruen whispered to himself, his oceanic eyes shimmering with the purest happiness he had felt for some time. Today, he would remove some of the weight from his shoulders.

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[Charge One.]

[Zach]

Today was much like any other, Zach had returned to the Victory school some days before, after his bout with the Majin Kazama. While the two still didn’t like each other, they could at least trust each other to the point that one wasn’t going to try to murder the other out of hand. The blonde started his day as he normally did, taking breakfast with the staff in the dining hall, stopping by his office to see what particularly annoying pile of paperwork awaited him and then headed for his first class. Although the school’s staff did an admirable job of taking care of much of the bureaucratic aspects of the school, there were still always things to be signed, as head of the school Zach could not escape that entirely.

The blonde, eternal teenager arrived in one of the garden training yards to meet the class, a group of younger students, all children no older then twelve. The itinerary for the day’s lesson was simple, basic stances and punches. Although this wasn’t Zach’s normal age group, these were the gifted students from the younger classes and as award for their superior efforts, they were to receive training from the school master himself. The lessons were received well and Zach was in the midst of demonstrating proper form while throwing high punches when the transparent, holographic form of the Space Captain appeared. The ghostly, blue projection didn’t give Zach time to react before unloading on him a foreboding warning, informing the young man that ships were landing in the desolate mountain range near by.

“Thank you Captain. I’ll handle it. Keep me informed if anything else develops.” Zach responded to the hologram and an instant later the projection was gone.

Looking to his students Zach regarded they young, innocent faces and had a tough choice to make. A battle this close to the school would put them all at risk and yet if let unchallenged, these invaders put the entire planet at risk. He could evacuate the school, but that would take time and there was no guarantee that the students and staff could get away in time should the school fall under attack. He could organize the school to defend it’s self, there were several advanced energy users in the classes and amongst the staff, but none were near his own ability. If the enemy were a threat at all then these innocents would be nothing but targets for them.

“Charlie, Jason…” Zach issued, looking to two of the boys in the front of the class. “I want you two to run and find Mister Styles and Mister Ackerson. Charlie, tell mister Styles to meet me by my ship. Jason, I want you to tell Mister Ackerson that the school is in danger and that I want him to evacuate everyone. Tell him to take the east road away from the mountains. Got that? Away from the mountains.” Zach instructed the boys sounding very seriously. The two nodded and then bolted for the doors to return to the school interior. Meanwhile Zach looked to the rest of his students and tried not to look as worried as he was. The school had grown so much from it’s humble beginning and even more since it’s recreation under him, it would take hours to get the entire populace to the relative safety of the nearest town. But he couldn’t let the children know just how potentially bed things were. If there was panic, that estimate of hours could easily balloon.

“Ok kids, you all heard what I told Charlie and Jason.” Zach started. “No one has to worry, things aren’t as bad as they sound, I just needed to get Mister Ackerson’s attention really quick. You know how you make things sound bigger and badder then they really are to get someone to listen, well that’s exactly what we’re doing here. But, I want you all to go alone with everything Mister Ackerson says. Line up and go down to the auditorium. He’s going to take the whole school on a trip to town and from there your parents will be called to come and get you. Ok. Now get moving.” Zach concluded and clapped his had, setting the children in motion.

Once the court yard was clear Zach lifted off and glided over the school, setting down in the front gardens just in time to find Commander Styles rushing out from the main entrance. Pulling open the Damocles’ hatch for the man Zach gave him his instructions. “Victor, I need you to take her up. We’ve got some possible troublemakers out in the mountains, but the fact that they are hiding so close to the school has me worried. I have Ackerson evacuating the school to the east town. I need Damocles up on the edge again and…” Zach paused in his orders to the other man as the sudden, reintroduction of a familiar hum in the back of his head hit the blonde. The sensation could mean only one thing, his son, Rito, the only family Zach had left was back, her on Earth and apparently well.

“Victor. If Rito comes to the ship, I want you to strap him in and take Damocles into orbit. I’ll find my way to you if I need to but make sure he’s safe. Got it?” Zach waited only long enough for Victor to indicate in the affirmative before he lifted off once more and started to glide slowly over the plains towards the western mountains.

Although flying slowly, expending little energy in the process, Zach made the trip in about a minute, covering the four miles to the base of the mountain range at the modest speed of two hundred and forty miles an hour. Zach could have easily gone hypersonic but the energy expenditure in doing so would give away his position and might be so blatantly aggressive an approach that combat might not be avoided before his students were safely away. As he approached the mountains though, Zach could make out the small gathering on one flattened peak. Somewhat alarming was the fact that one of them was putting on a fireworks display, or at least attempting to, he had still yet to actually launch the ball. One thing was clear though, the individual was indeed a Saiyan, but that wasn’t what had the majority of Zach’s attention. No, what was infinitely more interesting was the green skinned man standing amidst the group. ‘Why would a Namekian ever throw in with a barbarian?’ Zach asked himself as he calmly approached, ignoring the hovering one and landing right before the Namekian. Captain Eris was here, he’d apparently finished his rounds informing all those who needed to be and now was directing his hologram here to monitor the situation. Interestingly enough too was that the new Crane school master was there, Zach would have to as him when business he had a little later.

“Captain Eris.” Zach greeted the man once again and then fixed his gaze on the Namekian. The Saiyan could huff and puff all he wanted, Zach would not be goaded into a fight, not yet anyway. He wasn't stupid however and although he was making it quite plain that he was ignoring the Saiyan's provokations, Zach would not be cought unprepared. His own every started to gather, his power level rising as the energy polled within his body. “Namekian, I don’t know you.” Zach started and looked the green skinned alien over. He wasn’t exactly the norm as far at his people went. His ears were longer and pointier and even more oddly, pierced, his clothes were different as well and perhaps the most unusual were the muscular patches, normally pink in color where a bright orange. “What name do you go by?”


{Charge 1}

[Geurin]

The commotion had not been lost on Vic, whom had already gotten not only Zach's ship into a ready escaped position, but had also coordinated a shuttle for the other students. His own worries were still focused on the school's evacuation, but Zach's concern's were not. And he was after all in charge. He had sent the children away, and that was good enough for Vic. From within the cockpit of his personal small cruiser the man lifted off in the opposite direction. The ship that had just landed, the one Geurin was intercepting, had two known bodies land with it, and most importantly Nam. Vic was Ritoru's watchful eye and was not ignorant to his relationship with Nam. He couldn't stop talking about the brunette. Clearly something was going on there, and that would be his best bet. Plus Geurin needed to be there to engage the enemy, or Zach would be destroyed.

(To the Lookout)

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Ryota was laughing like a madman as he flew through the clear blue skies of Earth, even despite all the pain he was in the refreshing feeling of being free of the blasted Time Chamber had him on a high like no other, the air was so fresh and the were was actual scenery too look at! Mountains rivers forests it drove Ryota to fly faster just to see it all again just in case this was just a dream. He'd had many such dreams as this, where he found the exit and ripped it open to reach his freedom... but usually they ended there, and more recently with the echoing laugh of his father. THAT had been infuriating but it had also driven Ryota to work harder than he ever had, so that he could kill the man who was haunting his dreams even if he wasnt doing so directly.

As Ryota flew he felt several significant power levels, some of which even felt VERY familiar, he could feel Zach's power level which astounded him, had the time displacement REALLY been that significant that his and Carmines two thousand years of imprisonment been insignificant enough that Zach was still alive? And quite a bit more powerful at that, it was even more impressive as he detected that Zach wasn't even in active battle seemingly in a passive state albiet perhaps preparing for a fight, there were quitre a few other power he could sense but only one other really stuck with him. The power of the Saiyan general he had met long.. or perhaps nto THAT long ago... what was the name? Hiruen? General Hiruen? That sounded about right. What could have brought him to Earth.

Ryota focused himself, perhaps he should jsut stop speculating and go find out. He was worried that danger had come to Earth once again, especially if Zach was involved in a potential danger with a Saiyan, he hoped that the boy had let go of his hate for the saiyans as Ryota had suggested but truthfully he doubted it. Ryota didn't have to see much of Zach's hate for saiyans to know that it wasn't something that would just blow over. With a sigh Ryota powered up and started flying towards the area where Zach and General Hiruen were located. Hiruen had come off as quite powerful from what Ryota could sense and if this was a conflict between Zach and Hiruen RYota hoped to perhaps play mediator to an extent, using his at least not BAD terms with the saiyan General to keep things from getting explosive.

It was not long before Ryota would arrive at the scene of the confrontation, shortly beforehand checking himself to ensure no active signs of his sickness would show as he had no interest in garnering any pity, once he had the time to rest and actually eat and drink he would be fine. As Ryota brought himself close enough for everyone to actually notice he would put on his usual cocky grin "Am I interrupting something important? This looks a bit important, I just thought I'd stop by and say hello." Ryota said hoping desperately that he would figure out exactly how he was supposed to alleviate the very clear tension in the air. General Hiruen looked a bit odd, his hair was standing even more on end than normal for a saiayn and even more strange was its color, rather than the traditional black it was a glowing gold, however more disconcerting then that was that he was already charging some form of attack and was displaying an incredible level of power and Ryota regretted not getting a chance to know the General better, he worked a lot better when he actually KNEW the people he was trying to keep calm when he lacked the advantage of overwhelming power.

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The roar of the Cyclone announced Carmine's arrival on Ryota's coattails. He'd been trying to get the Captain to slow the hell down and take a breath, but it seemed that the man had become even more sick of being trapped than he'd realized. Carmine was actually worried for Ryota's health, as he was burning through precious energy to put as much distance between himself and the Chamber as he could, as quickly as he could. Hell, he was almost fully outrunning the Cyclone itself, and the Cyclone was built for speed!

The roar dulled to a rumble as he skidded in to a halt beside Ryota. He was sure it looked like it did in the movies, like he'd done it intentionally, but the fact of the matter was that he wanted to stop, badly. The energy signatures that he'd detected finally registered with his conscious mind. Not only were they familiar, they were enormous. The last time he'd detected these energy profiles, they'd been fairly similar to Ryota's, give or take a few percentages. Now? He didn't even know this level of power was possible. It made him afraid - something he'd not felt in quite a long time.

"We're just crashing parties left and right, aren't we Captain?"

He turned to look again at the situation, and his pokerface faltered briefly. This could be bad. He and Ryota had been lost in a wasteland for thousands of years, and they were stronger for it, but Ryota was terribly ill, and he himself was suffering from unpredictable power surges. Even at their best, Carmine wasn't confident that they wouldn't be out of their league here. Their best bet was to do what pirates do best: Bullshit, and survive.

"Though I gotta say, the hair metal look doesn't really suit you, General Hiruen. Neither does that big glowing hurt-ball you've got there. As for the rest of you...save for Zach - hey kid, how you been? - I don't know you so you'll have to forgive my lack of friendly ribbing. General I'm sure that whatever the kid said to you it was all in jest, no need to blast anyone into the next dimension over an insult."

He looked to Ryota, and silently hoped he wasn't about to get turned to slag.