A Storm Approaches... (Open?)

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“You are now entering restricted air space, identify yourself or you will be destroyed.”

The voice came through the speakers clearly, and the words were truly void of emotion. The red and black Icejin had no doubt they would shoot him out of the sky if he did not give the necessary clearance codes; such was policy within the WTO. He pondered briefly whether he could survive the attack in his condition. Shrugging off the thought he worked his bloody fingers over the keys, punching in the codes that would permit him entry. With another crimson stained hand he pressed the button to open communications.

“Physical codes sent... Verbal code Alpha-Omicron-Delta... Numeral ID pin six-six-six..."

Sitting back in the pod he let out a heavy sigh; just that little exertion had used a great deal of his remaining energy. To ignore the pain he imagined the grunt back at the communications towers checking the codes against the database as he listened to the static of radio silence. Finally a confirmation came through.

“Physical, verbal and numeral codes all confirmed. Welcome back Agent Azrael.”

Focusing, he steadied his breathing as he made sure to put ample pressure on his wounds. Thanks to the amazing resilience of his race, he had been able to get back to his pod and off of Namek, but he was weakening by the moment. It was at the point he could not even use telekinesis; his most trained and least draining technique. Hence why he had been forced to punch in the codes by hand.

Soon he felt the tractor beams of the pond recieving area guiding him and slowing his rapid velocity to a rather slow descent. Looking to his chest, Azrael’s eye twitched in repressed anger at the sight of his injury; the sword had entered his chest then twisted and pulled down into his abdomen and then up and out his side just under the armpit. Despite the overwhelming agony, he smiled for regardless of his current state he had ultimately achieved his goal. The elder mystic of the demon namekian clan had unlocked immense power from deep within him, doubling his original output. His newfound strength made him uneasily content with his current situation; the pain was well worth the reward.

There was a slight drop as the tractor beams released the small vessel and it fell into place on an individual pod docking station. Only a moment passed before the jet black pod’s door cracked open, the hissing sound of depressurization accompanying the action. Then it dropped open completely and Azrael wasted little precious time. He did not know if Kold was yet aware of the approaching saiyan attack and knew that, were they not, that every second counted. Grabbing the rim of the opening he pulled himself out, before stumbling and falling to the ground, devoid of any strength.

“Whoa! Call a medic down here now! Hey bud, how bad are you hurt?”

A friendly maintenance worker who the Icejin had seen before dropped to his side and turned him over, assessing his wounds with a glance. Azrael grabbed the shirt of the purple fish faced alien and pulled him close.

“Get me to a rejuvenation chamber NOW and… Alert the Emperor that I intercepted an alert sent out from planet Vegeta while on my journey back… The saiyans are coming… Prepare for war.”

With those final words he dropped to the ground; unconscious. Blood pooled around him as medics rushed to his side, pushing away the friendly alien worker in the process. Other nearby workers began to form a circle around the event, each one murmuring frantically over what they've heard or seen.

[Gray Callahan]

Azrael's warning would be minutes too late.

A single figure hovers in silence, unruly black hair ruffled by a blasting chill wind. His brown tail coils round his waist lazily, a white aura flaring around his body. His power slowly increasing... twenty thousand, fifty thousand... scouters would detect the power, identify it initially as an anomaly. Such strength out of nowhere? A computing glitch.

But still the signal does not die, increasing and increasing in magnitude with each passing second. One-hundred thousand power level... and then, thirty seconds later, almost double. Control centres puzzle themselves. Whom might that power be? It wasn't quite Touketsuki, but it was far above anyone else on Kold. Unless...

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Boliko Koregutsu growls. His ship had been set down in the glacier's half a planet away. His white aura was all that was between him and his butt freezing off, warmth from his inner chi. Still, his heart was pumping strongly. The time for justice was now. What seemed like an eternity ago, the World Trade Organisation had unjustly wronged his people - even outside of Yakedo's cruel terms, he had gone against his word and lead to the death of hundreds of innocent Saiyan men, women and children.

Now it was time for Touketsuki to pay.

The saiya-jin lifts a couple of fingers to his throat, glowing with an intense white ki.

"YAKEDO!!!"

His roar echoes for miles upon miles, his voice overriding the entire city. Windows would shatter and break, and many an ear-drum closest to Boliko would begin to bleed. Amplified by his ki, the righteous anger of the true Super Saiyan would draw the attention of any WTO forces, including, hopefully, Suki.

If not... he could kiss much of his kingdom goodbye.

[Glaecer]

The Glaciers had almost become a new home for Glaecer he spent most of his time either training here or in the world trades Gravity Chamber. The frozen winds ripped of Glaecer body as he continued his training. The winds would kill almost anyone with simple exposure, but Glaecer was born here his body had adapted.

Glaecer was about to return back to the ship when he felt a large power level nearby, he assumed it was touketsuki but something felt off. It was not his power level but someone else’s someone else familiar. Glaecer snuck towards the power level going through the veins of cliffs that riddled the ice.

It was then that he heard a roar yelling the emperor’s name. The power level had grown even more and Glaecer hid in the frozen cliff nearby. His mind was at work thinking about who it would be. The silhouette of Glaecer appeared as he flew up from the cliffs and finally got a visual of who it was.

“Shit” Glaecer exclaimed as he saw who it was. He activated the comm link on his gauntlet and linked into both the primary message link for the WTO ship and the Tore squads personal communication

“This is Tore Squad member Jikken identification Omega, Psy, Lambda 377, Hostile has breached plants atmosphere, repeat I have found Boliko Koregutsu. Inform Toukeketsuki immediately of my coordinates” Glaecer reported as he now flicked over to only the Tore Squads network

“Serori, Aice, Zilo, Boki converge on my position as soon as possible” Glaecer said

"Threat Level: Upsilon” Glaecer informed.

By this time Bolinko would of already noticed him it seemed like Suki was right they were going to war.

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"He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself"
Chinese Proverb


The sound of static filled Glaecers scouter. Suki had put that into place for just such an occasion. The moment Boliko's ear shattering scream reached his ears, he had already called for the evacuation.

Bases on Marvok, and Kanassa were prepared for launch, and almost immediately leapt forward out of the ground. Boliko could not simply sneak up on the Emperor Icer. The ships began to jetison passed him, filled with refugee's.

The fact was... Kold would be most empty. Minus the obvious removal of citizens, Suki had strategically planned for each of his best generals to be off site long before the fight could take place.

No, he was unaware of the exact date of attack, but knowing that the treaty was over led him to believe that Boliko would take this time to exact his revenge. And he would do so swiftly. Serori was on Marvok, or so Suki thought. Blaze was on Namek, and Zilo had as far as Suki knew gone off to Earth on personal leave. Boki was tailing the GSF, and the C.haos/Souka combination had not yet returned from their trip to Earth. The scene was set, minus the apparent Azmodon, whose attempts to signal had come moments to late, they were however what prompted the evacuation. With the SSE a few hours behind their King, evacuation was still possible, but only if Suki made his presence known.

The icer walked slowly down the hallways of his kingdom, knowing that it would be the last time he would have the opportunity to view it. But he was never one for scenery, the plain walls only signified his apathy towards his position. He knew this day was coming, and all he could do now was accept the fight. Boliko had not won yet, and in the time it took his army to get here, Suki would make sure that the King was challenged on his arrival.

"Send video now"

The final transmission that would ever be fired from the Kold planet, at least before the battle. The video was transmitted from the Kold Kingdom, and through to Serori Yakedo's Ship, she would have the opportunity to view it in just a matter of hours. Just long enough for Suki to ensure that the planet was no longer under his control.

If even a moment longer was spent, the Saiyan would likely begin blowing ships out of the sky, and so with the blink of an eye, the Icer Lord disappeared, reappearing to the harsh winter air, floating inches away from the hulking being that was Boliko Koregutsu.

Their bodies were only inches from touching, and because of Suki's apparent base form, he was considerably shorter than Boliko. Looking upward, his face resembling a similar displeasure as when Boliko had left Vegeta those many years ago.

"Boliko, you should have told me you were coming, I havent the red carpet prepared"

He remarked, his eyes squinting as they made contact with the scarred face of the vicious saiyan. Suki was not frightened. As it stood they were relatively even in strength, and he intended on making every moment of their fight as intense as possible. He had no intentions of killing the king if he could avoid it. However he felt that this fight would not be his to win.

Time had been too kind to the King.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The red light covered the body as it stretched, going through the motions of each example of melee prowess in the Hiruen arsenal. His craft only had access to ten times Vegetan gravity, an annoyance. . .a hindrance, and it would have to be rectified when Rensou returned to the desolate but beloved sands of his home. For twenty seven years he had carved out an existence there as a precious son, cherished by his mother, father, and older brother before they had fatefully perished due to a defect in the family. . .the dreaded Hiruen Oozaru. An orphan he had become, scrounging for scraps on the street and holding aspirations of one day joining the Saiyan forces, but he had been denied due to his wild transformation: a liability, they had called him, and unworthy of serving.

It had crushed him.

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Rensou recalled the first time Hunni had approached him, asked him to fight under his banner as a gladiator for the rabble. Rensou Hiruen was finally given meaning, spilling blood upon the sands and making himself known! He had become champion, had risen farther than any Saiyan in the military could boast. . .he had proven them wrong, those that had denied him, but still it troubled him so. At only twenty one years of age, Rensou had literally killed hundreds of Saiyans and aliens that stood opposite him and called themselves challenger, but still he lusted for deeper meaning.

Boliko had come.

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He had taken the throne, and Rensou Hiruen had been the strongest Saiyan to commit to him. Rensou Hiruen had been the first man to provide him with challenge, and a friendly rivalry between the pair blossomed. Similar men, both without family and meaning, but Boliko had taken his path by force, and with the status of King had given Rensou Hiruen a meaning of his own. He had become a General. Touketsuki had come in his fledgling reign of the military, and Rensou had fought and died valiantly.

But he returned.

In five years he had loved and lost, forged new friendships and most importantly, seen his son borne into the world. It was a world which could never be safe as long as organizations such as the World Trade Organization existed to potentially oppose the rising Saiyan Solar Empire, and therefore, just as any other threat standing in the way of Saiyan progress, it must be eradicated. It was only all the sweeter that Rensou Hiruen had unfinished business with the World Trade Organization. He had set out towards Kold to see Touketsuki slain, and to gain retribution for the fallen. . .he only hoped Caius and Jorlaxl were waiting for him and ready! Rensou Hiruen had set out for a fight, and he was going to have one in some form or another.

”Master Hiruen, it seems World Trade Ships are evacuating the planet, and very few defenders remain!”

Rensou smiled. He had expected a snake to slither and squirm when foot was pressed against skull, and he had taken appropriate countermeasures against a retreat of such nature. The point was simple: these ships which transported thousands of Kold citizens were large, easy, and clumsy targets, and Rensou Hiruen had outfitted the Gladiator with a resilient mechanism to allow Rensou to fire his actual ki from his vessel and out into space, as well as shield the ship with his own fortuity as well! With purposeful footfalls, Rensou Hiruen ascended the stairway and took the bridge, strapping himself into the captain's chair as his voice quietly sounded up from his throat. “Weapon systems, engage.” In an instant, machinery descended from opening hatches and began to attach to the man, a headpiece with visor showing him the vessels leaving the planet in simple dots. . .there were too many to count, holding countless lives. Several were headed in his path, however, and one must be save for something special.

Rensou lifted his arms and they became completely covered with machinery and a three pronged claw began to peer up from the outside surface of his ship.

“Ayleen, calculate trajectory and make these fucking shots count!”

”I'll handle the rest. . .”

If Touketsuki Yakedo wished to play his hand like a cheat, Rensou Hiruen would resort to equal methods to set things right: hours behind him, warriors of the Saiyan Solar Empire were looking for their own personal vengeance against the organization which had taken them in, a few of them Saiyans themselves. . .and he would do his fucking best to ensure his men saw a fight. With a smile, Rensou Hiruen charged a moderate blast of energy into the ship's systems and it channeled his energy out, into space between the three crooked prongs. . .the energy collected and fired, uninhibited by opposing force as it soared with maximum speed towards a vessel which traveled in one direction at a static pace.

And it lashed through the thing like a bolt of lightning from the god's themselves, what occupants had not been killed in the initial shock of the sudden strike were incinerated as the entire ship exploded in a beautiful explosion of light. A display so great, it could be seen from the surface of Kold itself. Another blast erupted, then another, and another! Rensou Hiruen was a creature of great strength, and these titanic transports were hardly capable of defending against his awe inspiring might and each and every ship for thousands and thousands of star-leagues was being targeted. It was absolute genocide: certainly, there were survivors and ships that escaped, but in all honesty it was a crushing destruction of life.

”Master Hiruen, the closest vessel is preparing to fire. . .”

“Engage shield protocol!” Rensou roared, and his devoted energy enveloped his ship and turned aside the torpedoes as if they were naught, and once the volley was finished the real fun began, “Engage boarding protocol!” With the words, the Gladiator answered flawlessly as the smaller, faster vessel overtook the ship and placed itself dangerously close to the starboard side: once in position, those three prongs began to spin wildly while they narrowed, drilling into the W.T.O vessel with relative ease and creating an airtight pathway between the two.

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Seven minutes, twenty two seconds later. . .
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Rensou Hiruen had completely wiped away every instance of life within the vessel and had taken the helm, had taken the vessel completely and utterly over. . .both physically and through the computing systems, the Saiyan controlled every function available to it. Radio communication with every member of the World Trade Organization was utterly possible, and if they were unlucky enough to be near a holoscreen, they would see and hear what lives Rensou Hiruen had spared. “Ayleen, open the fucking links. These yellow bellied snakes will come and fight or they will have blood on their hands and guilt in their hearts. . .” In an instant, the artificial intelligence had connected the World Trade Vessel to the communication devices of every establishment, ship, and person that the WTO called their own.

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The radios would be filled with the wail of crying children, toddlers. . .infants, unable to defend themselves in the least, and a vital thing in Rensou's efforts for revenge. Boliko would not stray to such measurements, but this Saiyan was a creature consumed with hate unimaginable.

The video screens would bear witness to the whole of Rensou Hiruen, his assembled hostages wailing behind him, their mothers and fathers slaughtered mercilessly as they had cried for their lives. Urine wet the floor, the assembled races could feel the wrath emanating from the murderer as he spoke to each and every World Trade coward whom would hide from he and his men. They had run, evacuated the planet completely and utterly. . .some by chance, but some had vacated when Touketsuki had ordered it.

”. . .you fucking cowards will return to your planet and face the Saiyan Solar Empire in honorable combat, or I, Rensou fucking Hiruen, will be forced to dishonorable acts! ! !”

And with that, the Saiyan lifted an Icer girl by a single horn, his other hand summoning one of his destructive orbs before it melded into a Tsurutsurugi: a blade. . .an edge which was brought to the throat of the child and drew a tiny droplet of blood. The baby wailed, and it was heard clearly over the radios~

”. . .I will have lives, either your own or these innocents will fall in your place.”

The transmission ceased, and Rensou turned his attentions to what few youths he had left alive. “Go, and see that your young-lings are fed and well. I would not see them perish or starvation or cold,” and then he turned his attentions to Ayleen. “Take us down.”

Touketsuki Yakedo would bear witness to one of his ships, containing his subjects. . .or what was left of them, land beautifully in the distance: attached to the Icer vessel was quite obviously a Saiyan ship, the very thing he had tossed Rensou Hiruen into after their second fight. He should have killed him, for Rensou had already made a promise: the Saiyans would never stop until he and his warriors could threaten them no more.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[Gray Callahan]

'In order for a war to be just, three things are necessary. First, the authority of the sovereign. Secondly, a just cause. Thirdly, a rightful intention.'
St Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica

Of course, that would have happened. The great evacuation fleet blasts it's way over the Super Saiyan's head; but Boliko had no quarrel with those civilians. Perhaps he would have killed some to justify his point to Touketsuki (although that aim was not above his grasp, as both king and emperor of respective factions would both soon realise - the vengeful general was perhaps closer than expected). He could sense a presence behind him, too, a somewhat strong one. Again, though, his own quarrel was not with the World Trade Organization, but with Touketsuki alone. The rest would stand trial, if they did as asked.

But Koregutsu's justice, Koregutsu's revenge - that was now imminent for Yakedo.

Boliko's war did not stem without justification; his enemy, Yakedo, stood before him unapologetic, even now, after year upon year of the mental torment the cruel Icer had caused the young king. It hadn't surprised him that his foe had appeared out of nowhere; nor did the technique impress him any longer. Mato's own physic's lessons had taught Boliko much about the dynamism of the technique - very, very useful for travel, but, if you knew how it worked, only of limited usefulness to the foe during combat. The simulation had streamed directly from Rensou's memory banks, the confrontations replayed, and Boliko observed with growing furor.

But his counter-measures for that technique could wait until later. A silent fury would gaze down upon the shorter warrior, his judgement absolute in its hate. "Did you really think I would exact my own revenge on your civilians, worm? Back on my world, we have a word for your kind of person. Kunō Tokage, or Anguish Lizard. I will not sink to your level." He hisses, his hands instantly balling into hardened fists. Blood seeps from his palms; his nails dig into flesh numbed by anger.

The saiyan stares down his opponent for a moment, a steadily increasing snow-fall twisting around the duo, warped by the ki, visible or invisible, each powerhouse was giving off. Moment's pass - and then the Saiyan's eyelids visibly widen, and he twists slightly. It takes a moment to register... before he turns back to Touketsuki, a sad smile beginning to play at his lips.

"It... may, perhaps, have been wiser for your civilians to stay on Kold..." he murmurs, placing a single hand on the nape of his nose and beginning to stroke, just as fire begins to fill the sky. A storm of death had erupted just outside of Kold's gravitational pull, line's of pseudo-nuclear destruction emanating and causing cataclysmic patterns, warping and reaching through the frozen Kold sky. Distant explosions sound among the nigh-on-empty city, as metal shells begin to burn down through the atmosphere. The snowfall twists away from the explosions, increasing rapidly in intensity as the unnatural resonations overrode the normal weather patterns. Hiruen had been closer behind him that the king had expected, and it showed in the merciless death that his general oft fulfilled. In no time at all, those remnants of battle-ships would smash through Ica infrastructure.

The saiyan king was saddened by the losses... but, mostly unperturbed. It had not been his hands that had bloodied the masses; at most, the blame only splashed his finger-tips. And still it could be considered justice by some; an eye for an eye. Hiruen would not be officially reprimanded for his actions (nor, though, would he be awarded a medal for THAT action; perhaps if his performance was good enough against the truest of combatants). Boliko shakes his head.

"Even if your evacuation had gone to plan, and I don't doubt some of your people will escape; where do you plan on sending them? They will be slaughtered on Earth, Namek and Vegeta; and your other planets? They will soon be re-purposed to a better cause, Yakedo. Your judgement here was erroneous." He shakes his head. An extra-planetary evacuation was honestly not wise. Did Touketsuki truly think he would resort to civilian decimation... planetary destruction, even? Boliko might be vengeful, and in the face of his true enemies, heartless; but he was not a monster. Not a Yakedo or Guerin or even a Hiruen.

The first wreckage strikes a building; a grating sound would emanate throughout the silent blizzard, followed by a shattering roar of noise as building and vessel descended into one blazing amalgamation of metal. The first of many.

The saiyan king suddenly snarls, a single finger unfurled and prominently pointing at his alien foe. "All of these deaths... everything, in fact, extending back these past six or seven years.. they are ALL!
YOUR!
FAULT!"

With each venom-filled syllable, his power rapidly ascended, his rapidly flourishing white aura quickly replaced by a calm, flowing golden fire. His face twisted into an almost Oozaru quality, his black irises fade from view for just a second, before being replaced by a prominent electricity, the intensity of the stare almost threatening to break free and smite the Icer down where he stood. And, most prominently, the change in his hair - charged by Boliko's awesome inner chi, it stands erect and glowing the same intense gold as the righteous fire that burns around his frame.

"It ends today."

The super saiya-jin king rushes in, heart pumping triumphantly. He had trained long and hard for this very moment. He would force his opponent to transform immediately, not drawing out the conflict.

And he would end it.

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Touketsuki did not take the kings words into consideration. Boliko's actions, much like Touketsuki's were irradic and unpredictable. Although Boliko seemed to believe that he could in fact predict the Icer's motives, he had thus far been incorrect, and more importantly foolish in his analysis as to why Suki would evacuate his planet.

"Well I suppose you are the exception that proves the rule"

Not a moment later a cluster of ships made a sizeable explosion in the depths of the atmosphere. Suki raised his eyebrow as if to suggest that all of what Boliko had just said was utterly ironic. Even if Boliko was not here to exact revenge, he had such a long leash on his generals that destruction and genocide was all they were capable of. If Boliko was not responsible for Suki's ships being destroyed, or for the mass genocide of the Epoch Star. Then in that same manner Suki was not responsible for the deaths of those saiyans who fell to Jorlaxl and Caius back on Vegeta those many years ago. As sadistic and greedy as Suki had been in his younger years, his death toll met only two legitimate points. Anienne Aspera, who had been an unintentional casualty, and Rensou Hiruen, whom had apparently never died at all.

But no, suki was in fact responsible for Vegeta's chaotic destruction nearly 6 years ago, just as Boliko was responsible for each life that was carelessly taken by the innocent civilians of Kold, who were non the wiser to this war until only a few hours ago when they were forced to pack their bags.

Because Suki should have kept his traders on a shorter leash, as Boliko had failed to do as well. Boliko would never view himself as a poor leader, but for suki it was all coming together. Boliko was King by name only. His army, and his generals, acted with their own callous integrity. No, perhaps Boliko Koregutsu would not harm an innocent being, but the Saiyan Solar Empire would not hesitate.

The king continued, questioning the Icer's motives, and damning his escape attempt. It was a rather large planet, and pods would make their course. That much was certain. Those who were lost would be mourned. But more importantly Serori, and Blaze, and many others were safe and non the wiser. If they were as resourceful as suki gave them credit, they would not return to Kold, but rather continue their defense of other planets, ones with a greater chance of survival.

Suki would not attack any further. Defending his borders was of top priority, and so long as he could accomplish that, he had no ambition left to sweep further. Boliko however made one point very clear. They would fight it out here and now to gain his confused "justice", and Suki would give it to him.

The Icer prepared for impact. He would likely be unable to protect himself from whatever the Saiyan King threw at him, but cross his arms against his chest, and throwing his tail into the fray ready for combat.

This was the battle they had all been waiting for, and it would be the battle they had always dreamed it could be.

[Gray Callahan]

The saiyan is briefly aware that the Icer's own mentality perceived that the saiyan king, was, in fact, just as bad as him. And, yes; his foe did raise a valid point. Boliko had not given the order that killed thousands of innocents; Touketsuki had not given the order that killed thousands of innocents. There were menial differences; Boliko had not deliberately brought his men along. Rensou had acted out of orders, yes, the same as Touketsuki's men were. And indeed, Boliko's next targets were those who had truly strewn the death on Vegeta.

Still. It had been Touketsuki's sick game, his juvenile planet-hopping for his own pleasure and wealth, that had in fact lead to the death of a large minority of saiyan civilians; and that favour had been repaid by Hiruen himself, who could be perceived as a better judge of justice than Boliko, he who had truly died in battle. It strikes Boliko that Touketsuki had perhaps forgotten that he truly was the instigator, starting with his damnable tournament among the stars.

Anniene Aspera and Rensou Hiruen were still two more kills than Boliko would allow to go unpunished, anyway.

The small Icer had entered a defensive position, just as the tumultuous densetsu warrior had reached his position. An angry swell of power and a side-way's strike would reach the Icer far faster than he should be able to respond in that form; thanks to the great power difference. The strike was swift but hard, a punch intended to knock the Icer for miles. The fight would not burden Yakedo's city, not on Koregutsu's watch - the city would take too much damage. No, the super saiya-jin intended to bring the fight into the wild mountains.

And so, if his attack did indeed send the alien changeling flying, he would fly close behind in pursuit, intending to take the fight away from any individuals who may be nearby.

(I'm gonna suggest leaving this thread, and starting a new one in the Glacier area - Suki can start, as a continuation. Requesting PL. Azrael/Glaecer can respond however they like, however it should be noted that the city is going to be 'under fire', in a sense, due to space rubble).

[Glaecer]

((Since i currently have a clone in the area i'm gonna have it charge boliko after seeing what he believed you did to all those innocent citizens. I wanted this to happen in the new thread perhaps as your flying after yakado my clone can appear next to you and attempt a attack. You can of course smack it away in one hit (but the thing with the clones is that they explode when they are hit by something so basically when you hit the clone it will be a ki explosion equivalent to 15 000 pl hitting you back) i request you at least act a little bit surprised by this. XD ))

[Blaze]

Blaze came into View of Kold in his small ship. He had passed a couple large carriers a few minuets before he heard Suki's evacuation transmission. Blaze's ship computer recorded the audio and saved it, something Blaze programmed it in case he had been asleep to miss a transmission.

Then he heard the next one. A transmission from a WTO carrier... only it wasn't from a WTO operative. The man who appeared was a Saiyan. He had taken the crafts occupants as hostages, displaying an Icarian child as proof. Blaze cursed at the man's image on the screen.

He closed in on the planet, and had decided to open and re watch that last transmission. He paused it on the face of the Saiyan who had stooped to such a low, sickening level. "Whoever you are... you'll pay." Blaze said angrily.

He shook his head as he locked onto the transmissions location and directed his ship towards it, avoiding the flaming metal debris that rained down on Kold. "Karma's a bitch."" Blaze said to the image, shutting it off shortly after. He wanted to say that to the man's face... and he soon would get the chance. "I just hope the bitch is on my side today..." He said to himself now, closing his eyes and rubbing them with a couple fingers.

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Blaze entered his second form shortly before his ship came down about a quarter mile from the Carrier with clearly had another ship perched on it. He stepped out of the Noran space craft and was about to turn it to a capsule... but stopped. He thought for a moment. This could be my end... he thought.

Instead, Blaze had the auto pilot engage and re launch into the air, blasting back out into space. It would be well on its way by the time Blaze had walked half way to the Carrier ship. His own would stay in orbit, keeping an eye on his vitals. Should Blaze die, the ship would blast off to Namek to be dealt with by Carnel.

He came close to the ship now, dressed in his black cargo jeans, his matching armor, and his black and blue scouter. He stretched a little, waiting to be noticed by the psycho inside.

"Alright, who's in there!? Saiyan dude with the spiky black hair, come on out. Lets hear your terms and such!" Blaze yelled, crossing his arms. He hit a button on his scouter for assistance from anyone who picked it up on any computer.

Probably gona me a fight. Maybe.

[Rensou Hiruen]

[Moving Rensou's confrontation with Blaze to another thread.]

[ammy]

Fire...

Blood...

Tears...

Amaranth was not unaccustomed to any of these. She was not new to war, even on such a scale as this. So even as her ship entered Kold's atmosphere and the transmissions reached her, she did not pause. Lightweight chain-mail already covered most of her body, the silver links jingling softly as she moved. A metal breastplate and shoulders guards were added, the Rixior emblem upon her rest breast. No, she was not unused to war. She blocked out the explosions wrought from Rensou's ship, blocked out the anger and worry at Boliko's unannounced parting.

In truth, she had little place in this war of theirs. She was not Saiyan, and her people had not been slaughtered by the Icer's last attack. She was not from Earth, and her friends had not almost died protecting it. But Amaranth was an ally of the SSE, and the King was her dear friend. No, she would not call her own people to arms so quickly against the Icer. And even if she did, they would arrive too late.

This did not mean she didn't have her own revenge to enact here. The androids C.Haos and Souka had gotten lucky when she landed here hardly a few weeks before. They had been away on Earth, far from her. But Amaranth was sure they would be here to fight, they were a part of WTO's forces after all. And even if Touketsuki had evacuated his planet, she had no doubt at least C.Haos would be here. Itching for a fight.

And a fight she would give him.

Her ship touched down and she disembarked quickly. Like before the freezing temperature of kold hit her in full force. Amaranth gritted her teeth and exited her ship. She was closer to the castle than when she had first arrived here and even now, things looked so different. Screams echoed in the air, everyone in a panic. At least, those not seized by the hot-headed general. Amaranth sighed and strode foreword.

If C.Haos would not come out, she'd go looking for him.

Moved to Revenge. PL please.

[Blaze]

[Moved to Rensou's thread, PL please. Ammy... kick his ass...]

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It hadn’t been too long after he left that the Saiyan arrived on the planet destined for war, Kold, the home of the Icers and the leader of the World Trade Organization. Having gathered as much Intel as he could regarding the situation, he had come almost right after finishing some training. He’d expected there to be a rather large force of troops that would need to be dealt with, but now that he’d arrived, it seemed quite a bit different. There was shrapnel falling into the skies of the planet, and he’d seen the video of Rensou holding the children hostage, apparently things had gone to hell rather quickly.

When his Space Pod landed on the planet, he jumped out of the hatch, it had apparently been damaged in the flight. He’d have to grab a ride back to Vegeta, but right now, he needed to find out where the fighting was going, and at the moment, there were four large powers fighting. Two extremely large, and two smaller than the first pair, he decided to go towards the lower pair of powers, as if there was a battle he might be able to help.
He could only assume that the two monstrous powers were Boliko and the leader of the World Trade Organization. Going that way would likely be tantamount to suicide, and suicide was not on his list of things to do. At the very least, maybe he would be able to figure out what the hell was going on as well.

So with that thought in his mind, he took off towards the smaller power levels, he’d hoped to find General Rensou. Maybe then he could get an idea of what was going on, and what he’d be able to do to help, even if it wasn’t through fighting. It looked like a horrid landscape as he ran, the metal raining down onto the city, a result of ships being blown out of the sky.

It was not a pretty sight no matter how one tried to spin it. Shaking his head, he needed to focus, and hurry to his intended destination.

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Two medics struggled with the limp body of the black and red Icejin. His arms hung loose over the back of their necks while his feet dragged on the floor, smearing the blood which poured from his open wounds. At this point he was drifting in and out of consciousness, having lost too much of his vital life allowing liquid. Icejin were known to be able to withstand the mightiest of attacks and nearly any condition. However a week of space travel while he was cut nearly in half had taken much from him.

“This guy wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass to carry if he was in his base form.”

Chided the weaker of the two, who was clearly sweating from the effort. In response the other threw him a solemn glare.

“Watch what you say, beat to hell or not, Azrael is not the kind of guy you to piss off. I saw him cut a medic in half once just for asking if he needed medical attention.”

The formerly invincible Azrael had indeed fallen from grace. Never had he been so defeated, so weak. The idea that someone could bring harm to him use to infuriate the Icejin, as the aforementioned anecdote suggested. Now he was well aware of his own mortality thanks to the demonic sorcerer Bazantar.

“Final boarding commencing; all non-essential personal report to the docking bay, the last ship is leaving in five minutes.”

Both medics looked to one another, each doing their own mental math. They came to a silent realization that if they did bring Azrael to the med bay that they would not be able to escape Kold.

“You know the bastard deserves this. Always treating all of us like slaves, chopping down anyone who had the nads to stand up to him. C’mon, we’ll never make it out alive if we don’t ditch him.”

The second man, stronger and more loyal than his treacherous friend, thought to himself for a few moments. However, loyalty could only go so far for the man, as it is in the nature of rats to escape a sinking ship.

“Fuck it, lets go!”

Dropping the Icejin to the ground, the two sprinted off down a hallway to the left, towards their escape. The abrupt fall shocked Azrael awake. With great agony he was able to roll onto his back before, exhausted, his head fell to its side, catching a glance at the two fleeing men. Focusing his scattered mind, he attempted to rip them apart internally, but he was too weak. Letting his head lull back he looked into the lights above him. Like all say but few truly know, his life began to play before him, the lights dancing into various forms and shapes.

His brother, dead for many months, crossed his mind, as he did most days. He wished to see him, and now maybe he’d get his chance, albeit not in the manner in which he had originally hoped. Surely they’d be reunited in the flaming depths of Hell. Vaguely he heard footsteps, getting louder and louder as they approached.

“What the… Where the hell are those medics!?”

Pulling his vision from the orchestra of lights he once again found his eyes resting on the purple fish faced maintenance worker. An actual look of concern crossed his face, something that Azrael found confusing; he was used to seeing that face only when his victim’s realized their fate. The purple alien immediately grabbed the giant Icejin by his feet and began to pull. Sweat poured down his face as he dragged the creature down the opposite hallway the two medics had fled down moments ago.

“Hang in there bub, don’t die on me.”

Azrael couldn’t understand the man in the least. If in the medic’s place, he would have mercy killed the victim and made his escape. Yet this man, knowing full well of the final escape ship’s immediate departure, stayed behind to help the Angel of Death. Why? It made no sense to him. They were not comrades; the maintenance worker was leagues below him. Rounding a corner, the med bay came in view, renewing the man’s strength as he dragged the Icejin down the final stretch, a trail of blood left in their wake.

“Here we go, only a little farther to go, we can do this.”

Just as the words left his lips, the building began to shake as segments of the ceiling began to fall in chunks, with one such piece hitting the guard square in the shoulder. Letting out a loud yelp he fell against a wall, clutching his arm. Azrael could tell from the sound that his shoulder had been dislocated, a sound he memorized from all the times he had done it as a means of torture.

“Argh! Damn it!”

Pushing himself up with his good hand, the dedicated worker once again grabbed a leg of the Icejin and pulled. Much slower thanks to his injured arm, the purple fish alien roared out in frustration as he lugged much larger being single handedly. Azrael couldn’t help but admire his perseverance, although he still thought him a fool for risking his life for another’s.

“Finally!”

Punching in the necessary codes, the door to the med bay swung open, and the maintenance worker continued his journey, as he brought the badly injured Icejin to the rejuvenation chamber. With only one arm, and being far outmatched in size, the worker had to try many times to lift Azrael into the device. After falling several times and hurting himself further, he was able to sit him in the pod. With a sweat soaked brow he slammed the door shut and hobbled over to the controls.

“Alright… Dialing it up to maximum.”

The chamber began to fill with the viscous healing fluid. It was slow at first but after the turn of said dial, it began to pour in at an alarming rate. With haggard breaths he stepped before the glass window of the chamber, looking in to see Azrael floating amongst the dense liquid. One final act was all the Icejin demanded of his body at this point, as he struggled to lift his thumb and index finger towards the man. With a crick of the wrist the man let out a large yell before dropping to his knees, while Azrael finally lost consciousness.

“Hey! … It feels… Better?”

Standing the purple alien patted his arm before moving it around, testing its flexibility. It was still awfully sore, but at least the shoulder was reset. Looking upon the being people often referred to as the Angel of Death, the self-sacrificing maintenance man pondered of the machinations of the brutal killer’s mind. It was, after all, the first good deed anyone could ever remember the Icejin committing.

Now Azrael waits, healing slowly but surely, waiting for his moment, as his duty was possibly the most important of all; one Suki had assigned his dark apprentice personally.



(PL, saga mod in effect).