Lockdown.

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A single figure floats unabashed in the emerald skies, equally fluorescent water sparkling under her figure. Still, her figure and stature is ominous. Her body and clothing represents that of the demonic succubus, an evil spirit that kills and gains strength by seducing men, but her own powers were fair greater than that insipid calling. She was from the succub caste, but no longer desired to merely rise to a top position in the under world.

Her true calling were stars, finite balls of fire, structures bound together by weak electro-magnetic bonds that supplied all life in this realm. This mortal realm. A realm that was to be her own, shortly. Namek had an abundance of stars.

It had started on this world because it felt right. Their was a mass of mountains that held a taint, such a demonic tug had been necessary to form the briefest of connections that had only allowed her passage because of the weapon she wielded. It's will had forced her through the rift, ripped her through spacial walls, dimensional barriers. She had been flung across the void. Her mind did not come out unharmed, nor untainted; but her ambition, the message she wished to leave the universe - that was the same.

Namek had an abundance of stars. That would shortly be re-arranged.

She thrusts her right arm in the air, and the bo-staff extends vigorously. The flesh around the weapon tightens, as if being sucked upon; was she merely the vessel?

And slowly, surely, in a rapidly ascending pace does one of the three stars surrounding New Namek begin to fade away, and with each passing minute does the staff grow in strength... until, finally, the massive ball of combustive energy was gone, drained away within the strange artifact.

Namek was still bright; two suns would be more than enough to sustain the life forms on this planet. And that was fine, for her operations required life on this planet... for a time. Their was still a profit to be turned from the locals.

The staff is thrust back into the air, and inky darkness spews from the upward-facing tip. These was not chi, but magic empowered by a dead star. Evil, demonic spirit. And their was masses of it; within minutes, it spreads throughout the atmosphere of Namek, forming a layer of strange black cloud that seemed to glow despite the darkness. Namek was not pitch-black but darkened, as if early evening; for Namek would never see a natural night.

The layer that had formed around the planet would instantly kill any outsiders, regardless of power-level; this was the nature of magic, it operated outside of usual ki bounds, and this prevented any entrance through non-magical means.

Aburacaa's time was now. There were many on the planet who could oppose her. She smiles.

May they come.