[Skies rain death][Rensou&Blaze][OPEN]

[Virion]

Boldly, the arcosian approached Virion, and while his gaze was still cast out towards the fight, Blaze had drifted into his field of vision. Like a cobra striking the slitted irises had latched to him the moment this intrusion took place, and sat there, dilating first wider, and then far more narrow than before.

Despite their intensity there was still a kind of absent-mindedness to Virion’s manner. His mind was continuing to watch the fight even though he eyes remained affixed to Blaze now, almost as if the reaction had been instinct more than conscious adjustment.

"Been a while."

The man spoke. With his mind preoccupied it was almost as if Virion’s perception of blaze had been flattened. Rather than his words and visage rendered in high depth definition, his analysis was more superficial. The man had grown in strength, and although Virion never encountered him face to face, his vague recollections of the mis-placed onlooker amoung the city dwellers in the final moments of his time on namek, the lone arcosian who was undoubtedly the same one that the Guru Carnel had so praised, did ring true. Further more, the energy seemed to match what he had sensed back then, though perhaps it was more mature now, and certainly more powerful. A strange twist of fate that it should be Blaze of all people….

Was he working as a spy for the Saiyan Solar Empire? Namek was one of their allies after all, in a way it would make Blaze the only real candidate for such espionage, a lone arcosian loyal to the World Trade’s sworn enemies. Or was Carnel perhaps double-dealing. Virion found his perceptions beginning to counter-balance back to equilibrium as he began rendering greater priority to these two, and less to the fighting in the distance.

"I remember when you got your little... boost.” As he spoke Virion noticed something tucked up into his cheek, not that he much cared for many of the random and often irrelevant curios his analytical perception would highlight, though the system itself, this automatic attention to details, did often prove very useful.
“Just wanted to know what exactly it's been used for in the past five years." There was a somewhat accusatory edge… resentment? Was that why the arcosian seemed able to recall Virion so easily? Or perhaps his appearance simply left a lasting impression… and this now was a show of bravado in response. Considering the state of affairs it was amusing to see the would-be-namekian treating this as nothing but a courtesy call, though Virion knew that the Icer was aware of the gravity his presence lent this situation. The real question was, would he know how far Virion had developed since then?

The bio-android continued to hold his gaze, unmoving, as a silence began to draw out, punctuated occasionally by the clashing in the background. Each lingering moment would no doubt make the others ever tenser, caught in inaction as their friend fought for her dear life. Virion however took the liberty of finally inspecting the second Icer, eyes drawing across to where he currently stood.

Even before his gaze lay upon the warrior, Virion had sensed in the second an unusual strain about his energy, unlike Blaze there was a sense of supressed entropy, and acutely controlled destabilisation. Looking at him, his body shape did not follow the regular form of most true form Arcosians… and all to quickly Virion recognised why.

Pupils dilating once more, Virion comprehended that despite his muted energy exertions, this being stood as an ascended arcosian. Excitement sparked through Virion’s body, a kind of edgy anticipation, an internal squirming of nervous comprehension. There was only one possible source for such genetic modifications, only one possible group of candidates. He had not felt this way since his encounter with Aice on the Arena, the kind of bizarre dislocation as he peeked into the very devices of his own history.

This Arcosian was none other than one of Koriza’s subjects, from the original Ascension Project. A million thoughts raced through Virion’s head. Why was he here? what was he doing? Was Koriza behind this? Had Touketsuki called upon these experiments in a last ditch effort to protect Kold from it’s Saiyan attackers? Was Koriza observing directly through this agent even now?

Slowly Virion began to catch himself, unlatching from these racing thoughts due to their ultimate irrelevancy.

“Hibernation… mostly” croaked(almost wheezed) Virion’s oily response, finally, with what was not entirely a lie. During the following five years after the event on namek, Virion had indeed spent quite a notable amount of time simply rooted in place, digesting and recomposing energies, adjusting bodily formulations, and working to develop the great crescendo that he now sought to enable, the re-ascension into stabilised bio-resonance. It took a lot of work, but ultimately it was necessary to undo the damage that had been done through the degeneration of this form, and enable the pre-requisite progressive evolution, laying the framework and scaffolding needed. There was but one more addition required to piece together the lost elements, and repair the damage…

… a transmorphic race from Virion’s most fundamental constituents, one of great power and biological flexibility, one that he had not had the pleasure of re-acquainting himself with more thoroughly but whose biological fingerprint was all but essential.... The Arcosians marked the epitome of all these characteristics, and now was the perfect time to seize upon them.

“I’m afraid -” Virion takes half a moment to recall the name the elder had given his adoptive son,
“- Blaze of Namek, that your window of opportunity has passed.” Eyes flicked back towards the battle, though slowly return as Virion continues to speak;
“It seems that just like the unexpected addition on Earth, this second rogue super saiyan is in a position of great precarity. In many ways I’d say her predicament mirrors my own, marked by greatness yet caught in a position of chaotic infirmity, their present state hindered, threatened even, by the conspiracy of the universe at large against them.”

“Perhaps therefore your question should not be what my power has been used for, but what it will be used for.” Virion’s expression was drawn, and completely flat, almost lacking emotion, alluding to nothing beyond it’s impassive, intense gaze.
“However, it is now my turn for a question. That is only fair after all…” The bio-android seemed to be in particular humour, jumping from blank faced intensity to what could even be described as a kind of cold amiability. Virion’s tail was gently rolling, wriggling like a flag in the breeze.
“You were given your chance to escape, and a valiant excuse to cite as your cause.” Virion had sensed the two warriors leave, entering the ship to deliver it’s precious cargo out into the void of space. “What reason is there for you to return…” In truth it was mostly idle curiosity that spawned such a question.

Was Blaze here because he was working for the Solar Empire? Was he returning under orders or obligation to the World Trade? Was it some ill-conceived desire for revenge, to prove and assert himself? Or was this ultimately some vain attempt at heroism, placing his neck directly under the guillotine that was Rensou Hiruen wrath in some foolish hope of blunting the edge coming down on Serori Satsumaimo...

[Rensou Hiruen]

The sickening sound of cartilage and bone giving way beneath overwhelming power was a wondrous thing to the ears of a fury drenched soul hellbent on revenge, and he finally released those crushed digits when the act was completed. Serori was finally spiraling headlong towards an inevitable death at the hands of Rensou Hiruen, and the tormented Saiyan smiled brightly as his just reward hovered just out of his grasp, but close enough so that he might taste it. Parched lips would wrap around the spout and drink the flowing vengeance, just as the lips of the woman now wrapped around her own adornments and set teeth into flesh to devour another of those things of dishonor.

Words left her biting mouth as the Ascended Saiyan cocked his arm to break her jaw and send the fucking thing tumbling to the dirt like the beautiful flakes of white that danced through the air all around them while their clash rained red to the soft blanket of snow below their battle. It was not with good intent that Rensou stayed his hand as he noted the creation of an energy replication and the Instant Transmission shortly after it, nay, it was something else welling up inside him like a flood and in an instant it unleashed as the scouter 'pon ear confirmed the statement flowing from whorish tongue.

“Master Hiruen, the opponent has within it two more energy signatures~”

. . .this bitch had betrayed her people and she now carried within her womb some freak combination of Saiyan and Icer? Rensou Hiruen shuddered violently at the thought as he watched her gather herself from afar, her power reaching a new height as bone painfully mended within her arms. The Saiyan would not break them again. If by some scientific atrocity the scum of the World Trade had managed to impregnate this woman with the seed of he whom was hated above and beyond any other, Rensou Hiruen would tear those fetuses from womb with his own hands so this despicable creature might see them be incinerated in his wrathful fire.

A slight build of energy was it took Rensou Hiruen to level himself feet away from Serori Yakedo, his beloved things racing to catch him and when they did, they met between cradling palms hanging off tensed arms as eyes with the frozen gaze of a thousand winters lashed into her own. Despite her reinvigorated energies and power, the ex-gladiator had come upon her in milliseconds and his charge had been completed in less: there was no charge, simply a merging of the Tsurunoha into the Chou Tsuruha. With all the ammunition in the world to cut the woman in half should she move but a mere inch, Rensou Hiruen issued the final words he would grace this sub-Saiyan trash with.

“Touketsuki's children die with you, woman~”

To say that the Hiruen son felt hate for the Icer legend hardly did the majestic fury in his heart any justice.

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[3,180 PL for Serori~]

[Blaze]

Blaze shook his head at the creature. It belived that Blaze was trapped or held here."There was no window. I am more than capable of leaving at any time, should I choose to. " He informed him.

He rolled the senzu out and up to the other corner of his mouth. Should there be a fight, he could simply hold it against the roof of his mouth instead to prevent it from being broken.

He looked at the golden haired Saiyans in the distance. Super Saiyan? like the legends back home? Surely that monster, Rensou was not an equivalent to the legendary "Golden One" who had saved the Namekian race around two thousand years ago...

And he chuckled at Viron's words. "Why did I arrive here though? Simple. I seen innocent, defenseless civilians placed in the hostile grasp of this General Rensou guy. I had to get them out of here... and now they are safe." He looked into the distance. "Now I return again. To help a friend."

"I'm sorry if my vocabulary isn't as developed as your own, but I don't understand. Maybe be a little clearer with the next question you have stated I ask..." he crossed his arms. "What will it be used for?" He looked the creature in the eye. He knew the Unlock would do more than grant power, it went deeper into the soul.

"Is it to continue the chain of death and chaos? Or are you here to help me defeat this psycho and save my friend Serori?" He asked.

The creature fascinated him. He wanted to ask so much more about him, but did not trust him in the slightest. He tricked Carnel, He would not do the same to Blaze. He remembered a little trick Carnel had shown him after the Viron incident. A trick allowing one to see another feelings through he feel of their energy and thought waves. It wasn't mind reading, it went deeper into the soul. And few could neither notice or stop it...

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Aice had always been known for his speed, whenever things fell apart the alien could make quick work in and out of any situation, but for once in his life running was out of the question. His mind raced with all of the outcomes of this action, Serori fighting against time and the saiyan demon that struck at her. In these final moments he could only imagine one thing...he had been loyal.

Throughout all of Touketsuki's dealings, he had been the weakest. Helping Caius survive the encounter with Ikezu the demon cat from Vegeta, and then again aiding Suki in his conquest against the planet Earth. Aice had always been there. He may not have agreed with his lord, or his methods. But he had always been there, and now would not be an exception.

The moment would last an eternity, or so it seemed. Aice was such a miniscule power level that Rensou had not even responded to his presence, and certainly nothing that the alien did would have any effect on the over powered golden devil. Aice was nothing more than a tool, and that tool would never forgive himself for allowing such a terrible tragedy to transpire, and so it wouldnt.

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The sound was ear shattering, and the effects filled with more than enough gore to call it a spectacle. The attack made contact first with the waist of the bug like alien, then once more with his abdomin. His legs were entirely obliterated, and as the attack finished its brutal assault, the creature would fall, hitting the floor with a loud thud. His anatomy was different from those around him, while any other being would have died instantly from having their bowels removed, Aice was still alive, his body beyond repair.

"My...lady"

Thud

Aice had never been the one in the spotlight, nor had he been the power hungry warrior. On his planet, the one who was stronger deserved loyalty, that was how the Hierarchy was decided. If you were monstrously more powerful than those around you, then no matter what your will, it would be done. Suki was just that.

Where Rensou hated Suki for the genocide of his people, that was the reason Aice respected him so much. Suki was not just an Icer, or a king. He was a God, a legend among pathetic creatures like Aice. Now was his chance to play his part, and he had done so.

Purple blood poured out of the man's body, his face contorting with pain as he spoke.

"My lady...you should...go...quickly"

Rensou would likely be able to catch her, and so this attempt at speaking was futile, but he continued, his mind focused on his dying words.

"You must live to tell the lord of your conception...He will love them ...regardless of their pure saiyan heritage..."

Perhaps Serori did not care about her children, or perhaps she was ashamed of how they were conceived, but Aice knew Suki better than that, and those children were a part of Serori, they could never be destroyed.


"Listen...for once in your damn life...you shouldnt have come here Serori...Suki was right...his debt is his to pay...you...can't...change that..."

His words began to slur, and his vision blur. He needed to say what was coming next, he had to get it out. It was the only thing standing between Serori's life, and the tank that had just taken Aice's lower half.

"...Ve...ge...ta....gone...attack...everyone...dead..."

The words wouldn't come out, his voice was horse and now blood was seeping from that as well, and as it feel off his tongue, and his head fell to his side, the bug creature spoke one final time.

"Forgive me...my...king..."

Falling slowly to the right, his eyes peeling with a shade of gray, the body of Aice finally gave out. He was dead.

Perhaps in death he had served his purpose, where in life he could not. At least he had saved her.

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(Held out to serori in his left hand was his one remaining senzu bean. For her to take and use as she saw fit...hopefully to flee god dammit)

[Glaecer]

Glaecer stood frozen staring into the eyes of Virion and glancing to Blaze, The air of the situation had changed. A strong tension had filled the area as Blaze and Vrion spoke, Glaecer was slowly analysing the creature, the conversation that was happening between Blaze and Viroin was a dull muffle as Glaecer’s mind flowed with questions, the most outstanding one was how Blaze not only knew who the creature was but had seemed to of met with him before.
Even more strange was that he could feel an air of jealously emulating from Blaze as he spoke, on the other hand the Android seemed completely blank, very cold and calculative almost like Glaecer but the way the creature did was more like the calculation of a robot not anything resembling a creature with emotions .

Glaecer’s unsettling eyes were still locked onto Virion as Glaecer tried to creep into his mind and find some answers. At that moment the eyes of the bio android slid across locking onto Glaecer.

A flash of excitement burst out of Virion and Glaecer took the opportunity to peak into Virions mind. The short amount of time that he could penetrate the mind in meant he only got a view incoherent Flashes and voices instead of anything clear. Most of the Flashes where impossible for Glaecer to interpret but he did pick up on some imagery, the daunting intense eyes of Aice standing in a metal corridor, The silhouettes of several bulky fifth form Acrosians and arrays of lab equipment and an extremely old Acrosian strung out into a mass of machines, the images faded out but Glaecer heard four very distinctive words 'Koriza….The…Ascension…………Project'

Glaecer was immediately snapped back into reality and his eyes widened. How did the creature know about the project it was top secret, He then quickly realised that the old Acrosian connected to the machines was Koriza, was that what had happened to Koriza now? Glaecer thought

‘The Acension project was classified and no information should have ever been released about it, and yet this android knew all about it. He even knew who led it and who was experimented on’

Glaecer needed to confront virion about what he saw. He wanted answers and intended to get them immediately. Glaecer slowly began to float towards Virion and finally he spoke to the creature

“How do you know about that?” Glaecer said his eyes burning into Virions he waited a moment before elaborating

“How do you know about The Ascension Project?” Glaecer finished with his eyes still locked onto Virions.

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

Serori gritted her teeth as the senzu bean did its thing. Her arms, bones, and skin were recreating themselves, being pushed back together, and mended. In truth, it was painful. But as they she healed, once more she felt her power returning to her. Only two senzu beans down, and yet...and yet, Serori knew that she wouldn't be able to take down Rensou, even using all five. With the two, she had only gained a slight power boost, barely anything to even spit at.

Serori shouted out to Rensou about her twins, and immediately regreted it. No sooner had her words reached his ears, than his Tsurunoha spheres merged into a single charged ki signature, ready to fire.

"Touketsuki's children die with you, woman."

The hatred in his eyes glared down at her, anger tinting them red. Never before had Serori seen such hate filled eyes, motives beyond reasoning, something that couldn't be questioned. This was a true Saiyan warrior, this was true revenge. And yet...

It dawned on her what the opposition had said.

'Touketsuki's children...'

In slow motion, with no chance for her to respond, the ki attack crept towards Serori. Aimed at her belly, Serori watched as the ki flares leapt from its sides, spiked, and the point slowly gathered speed. Her life very well may have flashed before her eyes, but that was what it was; a flash. Not even seen, not noticed, her eyes only had room for Death, as he came ever closer to his mark. Before Serori knew it, she was facing Death himself.

[Mind stuff, has no effect on the reality]

Gone, was she, from the cold plains, from the snow, from the all-the-time winter. Here it was black, no sun, no moon, just stars. At first, Serori thought that it was all emptiness. Taking a tentative step, she realised that what was below her was not blackness, but instead black, velvety sand. Periodically there was a splash of white, causing the star like effect. Another step forward, letting her feet sink ever so slightly into the soft sand.

A tap to her shoulder made her whip around. There again was Death, garbed in black robes, white bone showing from his hands and head. Goat horns wound about his head, eyes permanently in glowering, and mouth locked in a smile. He held his only weapon, the long handled scythe, lightly in his left hand.

"You." Was all Serori said. She knew who he was, knew what he stood for, knew what he was supposed to be, why he was here.

Me

His words were not a voice, rather the thudding of tombstones, deep and echoing. They did not come through Serori's ears, rather than just appeared in her mind.

"I guess...this is it then. I'm dead...I didn't think it would end this way. I was supposed to create peace with everyone...and here I am, on your shores of sand."

Death gave her a quizzical look, as well as he could without the movement of her eyes. Reaching into his robes, there was the chink of glass against glass, and metal against metal. He withdrew his hands, and inside was a golden hourglass. Death held it in the palm of his hands, eyeing it warily. The sand inside was black, blending into the scenery behind the glass. Serori could not see how much sand was left in the top bulb, and upon finding her name etched in a curly scrawl, did not want to.

No...your time is not now. I come for someone else.

Serori gave Death a stare to counter his own eyesockets.

"How can you not be here for me. I'm seeing you, aren't I?" The berobed skeleton gave a curt nod of his head. "And I most certainly have not killed Rensou. The man is far stronger than I am."

I am here for neither you, nor the other Saiyan. I am here...for another.

"But who..."

Serori was interrupted as in front of her and Death another body materialized. A body that she was very familiar with. It was running towards Serori, in between her and Death. An insectoid body that Serori was all too familiar with.

"Aice!" she tried to shout, but no words came out. Attempting to move, she found that her arms and legs were locked. She blinked.

[Back into reality]

And was back on Kold, the face of Death still vivid in her mind, and on the Chou Tsuruha. She watched as Aice threw his body in front of the beam, and it caught his abdomen, and disentegrated his legs.

The broken carapace of Aice fell to the ground, twitching, face contorting in agony.

"My lady...you should...go...quickly...You must live to tell the lord of your conception...He will love them ...regardless of their pure saiyan heritage..." A pause, before he continued "Listen...for once in your damn life...you shouldnt have come here Serori...Suki was right...his debt is his to pay...you...can't...change that......Ve...ge...ta....gone...attack...everyone...dead...Forgive me...my...king..." He held up his hand, and in it was a single senzu.

Aice's colors bled away, a dark shadow passing over him, before he was gone. Time seemed to stand still.

Serori knew Aice. Of course she knew him. He was the first of the WTO that she'd seen on ship. She had been nursed to life by him, been taught by him, trained, commanded, took over a planet, everything in the past six years had involved him. Loyal, trustworthy, not strong, but smart, ever so smart, the smartest being she'd known. And now he lay here. To save her.

The full impact hit her like a sack full of bricks. He had saved her life, saved her children, her ill-gotten children. Had warned her...

"Vegeta!" She suddenly shouted, heart rate sky rocketing. Vegeta was under attack, and all their main military forces were here. "Damn that son of a bitch Geurin! I knew he couldn't be trusted." Turning her eyes to Rensou, she put on the most serious face that she could.

"You heard Aice. Intel came in that Vegeta is under attack. People are dying, while we are here fighting. Your...our people are being laid waste to. I can't tell you what to do," she said, beginning to turn around, "but I am going to help. Whether or not you tell your King, whether or not this will atone for whatever monstrocities I didn't commit, but you accuse me of. If you kill me here, you will be contributing to the death of our people." Serori would begin to take strides towards her space pod.

[Rensou Hiruen]

The Saiyan remembered the creature he had laid waste to, realization of whom exactly he had just killed almost immediate – this one had been 'pon Vegeta during the Saru massacre, following his lord about like a peon and reveling in riches and glory at the expense of the Vegetan people. Thus, it was with the utmost satisfaction that Rensou Hiruen tore through him like he was but wet parchment against the might of a thrashing hammer. The lower half of the being had been incinerated, blood dribbling from cracked cauterization as the half fell, dying, to the snow. The last words of the insect rippled up from a gasping throat, speaking nonsense.

Vegetasei under attack? Rensou Hiruen knew of one man whom could potentially threaten the entire Saiyan army, his army! Touketsuki Yakedo was here, hopelessly pitting himself against the King of the people and almost certain to die. Rensou would gladly squash the Icer beneath heel once and for all should Koregutsu fail in his destined battle. Teal eyes gazed down at the dying creature, hardly interested in the lies it spat as it held out another of those sickening works of magic – another Senzu. Serori managed to ignore the thing altogether, prattling on and attempting to save her life from the fate this little one had placed himself in the path of.

The woman was so caught up in her falsities in attempt to reach the sanctity of her vessel, and for a moment the illuminated fighter would allow her that momentary comfort, though he spoke no words as he touched down near the dying thing and lanced it with that piercing gaze. Rensou Hiruen had words for Aice, and he spoke them with a tone that trembled with utter emotion. “This is for Ikezu,” his vocals shuddered, unsteady as they remembered a dearly departed friend.

A step forward, followed by another before boot was placed upon head and ground down, pushing with enough strength to crack the exoskeleton with a resounding pop before bulbous oculars exploded from sockets and shards of the outer shell broke apart, brains and blood spraying as the son of the Hiruen clan tasted delicious death in the air and ended the life of the thing like the insect that he was. . .crushed beneath the weight of a stamping foot clothed in black and white and the liquids of what was once a being, but was now merely carrion. Rensou knelt not to inspect the thing, but to retrieve that token it had held between quaking fingers. A senzu bean of his own, and with such an honorable act committed, the Saiyan felt he had earned a measure of leeway as he lifted the thing to lips and chewed slightly before he gulped it down.

. . .that was actually quite pleasant, he thought, as the rejuvenating effects of the vegetable rippled through every cord of muscle and spar of bone in his hardened body, thrumming with reinvigorated power and peaking levels of energy. Rensou Hiruen realized he had never felt so content in his life, for he had been some time without meal and the tiny morsel had been more than that: any feeling of hunger had been washed away, and his spirits were at a high when he finally stood once again. Golden fires still burned away at the snow that would dare try to touch his powerful hide, the ground still giving way as he stood upon it. No one, nay, nothing, could stand before the might of Rensou Hiruen as he gathered the smallest amount of his vast energy and executed hopefully the final Zanzoken of the encounter to appear before Serori Yakedo. Wry smile. Arms crossed. Total control and utterly confident.

“Lies, girl,” he chuckled, confident that the scouter 'pon ear would inform him should any ill dealings befall his home. However, it was true the woman was pregnant, Ayleen had confirmed it and the bug beneath boot had informed Rensou they were, indeed, Saiyan children: he was no fool, finding it hard to grasp that Icer seed could impregnate sanctified Saiyan egg, and the tiny dead thing had confirmed the suspicions. Those budding within her were not freaks, they were pure bred Saiyans, and they deserved life though the mother certainly deserved opposite.

“You're going no where. At all. You make no decisions here,” Rensou informed, slightly annoyed the woman thought she could simply do what she wished. Was she a fool? The only reason she stood before him, breathing, was because she carried two beautiful lives in a worthless womb! To think that Rensou would allow her to simply leave, land upon Vegeta, and do as she pleased while he and King remained here was absolutely the most ignorant idea he had ever heard. Idea sparked within mentality.

“You're going to accompany me to watch your reptile die,” he nodded, lifting an arm and pointing south, directly to the left of he and the right of her, “Or die yourself~” The children would be terrible casualties, but Rensou Hiruen would have no Super Saiyan affiliated with the World Trade going to his planet as she pleased –this woman was a snake, a betrayer, and a whore, she had even betrayed dearest Touketsuki when she took a Saiyan between her thighs, and Rensou Hiruen would see the Icer made aware of wife's transgressions!

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

"You're going to accompany me to watch your reptile die...or die yourself."

Through all the stress, Serori's mind still held a firm grasp on reality.

'Its funny,' she thought to herself, in the recesses of her own conscious, 'He keeps making lizard jokes about the Icarians...and yet, the only resemblence to the beasts they have are their tails. In that case, we might as well refer to ourselves as "monkeys"'

Serori was about to say that out loud, the "m" coming across her tongue, but quickly thought better of it. Instead it turned into a soft, shy, almost unheard "mhm" of acceptance to her fate.

Normally, Serori would not succumb so easily. In her highest state of potential, she would gladly sacrifice her own life for her husband's...as he had done for her. And she had thrown that sacrifice away, as if nothing...how brash she had been, coming back, letting her emotions get the better of her...accursed Saiyan mentality, that which got her in this mess...

But yet, if she were not here, and someone were on Vegeta, as Aice had clearly stated someone was, although whom could only be guessed at, then it could just as easily have been assumed that it was she, exacting her own revenge on the planet that had killed her subjects. And nobody would know the wiser, that Serori was just as against the killing of her own people as she was the Icarians...in fact, she was against killing in general.

"I will...go with you."

[Virion]

((Blaze and Glaecer, lets continue here to keep everything neat and not be in serori and rensou's way, OOCly speaking: wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=ica&thread=4839

edit: fixed link, for some reason it was including the '))' as part of the url :X ))

[Blaze]

((Agreed, moving to Viron's thread. PL please.))

[Rensou Hiruen]

“I will. . .go with you,” she decided, and Rensou finally relaxed –until this point, he had been entirely focused and in tune with his senses. Every movement the woman had made had been relayed to him by his abilities, and every spark of energy she had mustered up had been foretold moments before and the nature of her attacks were now a familiar thing to Rensou Hiruen. Reinvigorated by the healing effects of the plant, he felt stronger than ever before. Frighteningly so, but the powers he felt fighting towards the snowy peaks were ridiculous things to overcome: Touketsuki had ascended past what the technological calculations had assumed, but thankfully, Koregutsu had ripped into a new threshold and was now abounding with a dark, violent energy. The feeling sent a shudder up Rensou Hiruen's spine, not one of fear, nay, but one of excitement.

Should his King die, the Hiruen son would undoubtedly test himself against this new form of Yakedo and finally settle the score. For now, he focused himself on Serori, the beloved wife of the Icer tyrant and blinked. While she herself might be a trusting creature, Rensou was no such thing. This woman would lead the way to the battle and should the opportunity arise, present Touketsuki with the news of her betrayal of him. The Saiyan smiled at the thought before he finally shook his head and dispelled the notion that she would be the one following him.

“Lead the way,” he grunted, neglecting to point in the direction in which she should head. For now, the woman would be allowed to live, though Rensou was not sure how he would go through with such an idea. Every fiber of his being willed him to place his fist through her skull, but the fact that she carried within her belly two instances of Saiyan life pushed him away from such an idea. The young to be birthed did not carry the sins of the parent, and Rensou Hiruen would not punish them for the traitorous acts of Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo. Unless. . .

“Know that any aid rendered to your husband will push me to join the fight,” he informed, waiting patiently for her to take flight so that he might follow. All the while, the city around them smoldered with the remnants of the ships the Saiyan had struck down from space with merciless precision, filled the charred bodies denied true burial, nay, the snow would be their tombs. It fell beautifully atop the shards while the two Saiyans in the sky shimmered like suns.

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[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

In the distance, Serori could easily feel the powerful signature of her husband, and his enemy. Moving as quick as Rensou, instead of having solitary points, it was more feeling a blob. There would be no way to escape; her only option was to use Instant Transmission, and there was no where for her to go to. To Blaze, Glaecer, or the weird being confronting them would keep her to close. To attempt to hone in on Suki was impossible, and would probably get her killed by Boliko.

Serori swallowed hard, in order to speak.

"Follow."

Her voice, against all odds, rang out clear and steady, a auditory aid to show her true inner strength. She would not let this situation deter her. If her husband must die, so be it. Let these Saiyans have their revenge. She would not seek it, after.

'To continue this cycle of hate is futile,' she thought to herself. 'Trying to kill them in revenge for Suki would only kill more of my people...if my people will even keep their lives after this.'

And there would be no point in getting revenge for those fallen around her; if what Aice said was true, and he died for his cause, may he rest in peace, then the Saiyans had enough on their plates. She didn't need, nor want, to kill any more of them.

Serori took a few bold strides while thinking about this, and then stopped. The thoughts about her fallen made her look around. There they were, unveiled, snow falling on the fallen. While she could not bury them, she felt that this would be a fitting burial.

"Allow me a moment, please, Rensou."

Serori would kneel down, taking her finger to the snow. Slowly and deliberately, she traced out a large pattern.



Standing up, she looked towards the battle that was still going on.

"Let's go."

Serori's strides were not long, but neither short. Medium speed, she walked to the distant duo, an even pace.

[Rensou Hiruen]

“Follow,” she decided, in that feminine tone with purpose laden in her chords and courage in her heart. For any other Saiyan, Rensou Hiruen would have offered a nod and a smile before he walked softly behind her, preventing his body from penetrating the snow too deeply with just a bit of focus while they walked among this evacuated city which would never smell of death despite the bodies strewn about, blown free of their carriages while others resided within metal tombs. The skies offered frozen tears for these, but Rensou Hiruen offered nothing.

The woman halted a moment, her head twisting from side to side as she glanced over the bodies the skies mourned, and asked her kinsmen for a brief moment before they continued. Rensou said not a word, nay, he simply nodded and halted his footfalls while she knelt and with a sole finger set about paying her respects to these lives he had taken. These people who no longer were, Rensou knew, had not truly deserved to pay the ultimate price for the Lord they pledged fealty to.

Saiyans had died while these people had flourished, and the people lusted for vengeance. Rensou Hiruen had given them that, but with each passing day and with every new bit of knowledge he was beginning to realize that more that Saiyan life held meaning. It was undoubtedly why he had not sewn the seeds of hatred in his beloved son, nay, he would let little Tsuken come to his own conclusions as he grew and became his own man.

Such acceptance could never be so for the eldest Hiruen, nay, from the first moment he could remember the Saiyan way was the only way and those that would not bend to the will of their warriors were to be cut down for their fallacy to realize the true masters of the universe. Perhaps deep within that spark of life inside him, something cried out for his hands to halt senseless death and allow life to flourish. The Saiyan spirit within Rensou Hiruen crushed it out, and thankfully so –without his hate, how could he or those that he called his own ever truly taste the vengeance he truly believed they deserved.

All self-reflection ceased when Serori stood and informed the General she was ready to continue upon the journey that would see Touketsuki Yakedo to his grisly demise, by the hands of one Saiyan or another. Rensou followed with utmost patience, maintaining his elevated state of power that was actually more cautious in regard to the ki that had replaced that which was once Boliko Koregutsu, but was now more akin to a Saiyan demon.

The idea of forcing this woman to admit her betrayal to the Icer grew dimmer, the battle between he and Saiyan was one of immense strength and deadly violence. Despite the quelled fury within his heart for Serori, Rensou Hiruen was a man of a code, albeit a flawed one in the eyes of many. Fact remained that he would not harm the two budding lives within her belly and would never allow it done while he still stood. For now, he would actually protect the woman unless he was forced by treachery should she offer one of her remaining morsels to Yakedo, things the Saiyan nose could still detect despite his own perspiration and the scent of frozen blood and entrails sweet in the air.

“Stay away from Koregutsu, woman,” he grunted, his eyes catching a flash of light in the distant peaks. Boliko had become a monster akin to Rensou's own transformation the first time he had faced the lizard, but he had ascended to something countless times more powerful. A shudder of excitement trailed up spine at the thought of watching Touketsuki fall to a true pinnacle of Saiyan might, though Hiruen was already formulating methods to surpass Boliko Koregutsu, a beast the warrior would undoubtedly be pushed to greater heights by. It was in Rensou's way to be the best, and his climb to the highest echelons of power would never cease.

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[Moving to Boliko's thread. PL please, Saga bonuses~ I will regrade Serori as Geurin brought it to my attention I lessened her gains by fragmenting it.]

[Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo]

(moving threads as well, ren said hes on my grading)