Regrouping for Retaliation

[Archer]

The South Pole. Everything seemed desolate in this land, where fountains of steam rose from the planets surface. Only one thing seemed different in this place; a large spacecraft, planted deep into the ground. A soft, warm wind blew across the wasteland, almost as a cue for something to move. The door of the spaceship expelled a cloud of warm air, before lowering itself slowly to the ground. A small robot, with a pink pinafore and feather duster walked down from the Ships interior.

KGB had sensed Kilix’s return. He stood, ready for his master, as un-usual. He cocked his metal head skywards, as a glimmer of light reflected off a figure. Suddenly, KGB felt a voice in his head, Kilix communicating via his Mental Chip.

Close the ship door, came his voice, NOW!!

Before the little robot could say “Wha…”, he noticed his masters reasons. The skies turned black, for the numbers of warriors pursuing Kilix’s flight. He turned, darting back into the Ship and hitting the large, red switch. Its label read; Emergency Lockdown.

Kilix was pushing his Ki Pack more than ever before. He saw the ship’s door closing in the distance. He cursed aloud, as his mind swam. Why now, he thought to himself, Why does he have to listen now! Kilix had, of course, been counting on KGB being unreliable as usual, giving him more time. Alas, he now had little option. A swear appeared on his brow, as his speed increased amazingly. Unsurprisingly, the Saiyans matched his speed.

This is going to hurt, he muttered mentally.

The door was almost shut now. In a way this had played in his favour, his little figure could still squeeze inside whilst the Saiyans would have no chance. Twisting his course in the air, Kilix dived into the slim gap, which closed a split second after. A few brown hairs were caught in its iron grip. Kilix braced himself, as he could not decelerate fast enough. He crashed into the ships floor, causing a dent in the immensely tough material, and an ugly crunching sound as bones rubbed against bone. He cursed again.

Staggering to his feet, Kilix looked at his servant. Shaking his head in despair, he muttered with winded voice;
”Med pack… Now.”

KGB, for once without hesitation, went to the supplies draw and pulled out a Med Pack. Injecting Kilix with the substance, he stood back to attention. Kilix was worried about how obedient the robot was being, but this was not the time. The structure of the Ship was knocked, as a fist shape dent appeared in the door. Kilix turned to KGB.
“Full Shields, NOW!” he cried, the robot immediately moving to the Control Board and activating all defence mechanisms. That would hold them at bay for now.

Kilix tried to remain calm. He needed to focus. He could feel the energy within him building as he charged his Ki. He only needed a small amount of time, but time was not on his side.

[kihaku]

Kilix had managed to arrive here before Kihaku could catch up. Appearing within the large craft, he looked about and gave a nod to Kilix. "Greetings friend. Seems like you are having some problems of your own. I bring good news, but now is not the time to relate it." He watched as dents appeared in the hull of the ship and he rested his left hand on Nirvana, his right on his hip.

In the depths of his hood, he was scowling. The Seal had taken much from him, but he still had enough to take down a good number of saiyans. Deep within him, ever since the Seal had opened, he'd felt a enw welling of power within him, something dark but notquite sinister. It wrought hell upon his mood to say the least, feeling this affect his judgment only made him angrier. What was this that whirled about inside him that made him feel this way? His cloning technique had the same flavor... maybe it had something to do with that.

"Any plans? Mine is simply go out there and give the attackers a good number of them lacerations." He tapped on Nirvana's hilt, a small orb of negation forming within his right palm. He was antsy to see what this feeling inside was.

[jak]

Jak speeded across the volcanic plains at mach speed, leaving a trail of fire where his blurred feet touched the floor. Covering many miles he senses a massive power source, and heading in that direction he met the source in a matter of seconds.

Hundreds of Saiyan's surrounding a ship stared at him in disbelief.

Jak blinked, his jaw dropped slightly.

"Shit..."

With a flash of lightning, Jak plowed through the massive crowd, causing Saiyan's to go flying into the air. Arriving at the main entrance to the ship, Jak knocked and waited expectantly. Realising the chances that someone would open the door before he got massacred by some angry Saiyan's was about the same as a stripper appearing infront of him, Jak disappeared with a flash, appeard in the ship, fell two feet and landing on his face. Twisting around slightly he noticed Kilix.

"Hey bud..."

With an awkward grin Jak stood up and brushed himself off.

[kihaku]

Kihaku stood with his hands across his chest, his mood souring by the moment. Not only were there dozens, maybe hundreds of saiyans outside the ship trying to get inside, but now they had this warrior who made a lousy first impression. Splendid.

Oblivion gave a little shudder on his back as his mood shifted downwards a peg, from withdrawn to moody, and the dark energies swirling within his being began to shift about, pressing against his restraint with a stiffer hand. He could feel certain needs and desires within these energies, and he had to admit something; Kihaku, had he been any less of a warrior, would have been scared looking that power in the eye.

No matter, if the new arrival felt he wanted to ignore Kihaku, then he would receive no attention in return. Not turning to the Liixan, his voice lowered to a dangerous growl, seemingly everything pressing on his mood. His patience was wearing thin with the constant pounding upon the ships hull, and if something didn't happen soon, he would do as he pleased, regardless of the effects.

"Kilix... this isn't the time to hide like rats. I, not an hour ago, dispatched hundreds of the saiyan invaders with a single blow. I can kill these ones just as easily, and you two accidentally. The longer we wait, the less likely you are to have my focus to protect you. We either move now, or I do as I see fit. I owe allegience to neither you, nor the saiyans, but they are the ones invading. What is your decision?"

[jak]

Jak turned to face the other person who had just spoken.

"Hey, sorry I didn't see you there... teleporting puts a bit of strain on the senses."

He grinned feebly.

"Anyhoo, I managed to knock a few down on the way in I reckon we could take 'em, plus I got a few tricks up my sleeve."

Jak reached out a hand to the person he had only seen fighting but never actually had talked to.

"I'm Jak, and I say we go kick some Saiyan ass."

Kilix still hadn't voiced his opinion on the subject so Jak sat down and propped himself up against a wall and began patching up some minor wounds.

Tearing some cloth from his gi, Jak tightly wrapped the makeshift bandage around his Leg and stood up.

"Just a scratch."

Jak muttered, as he hovered in the air, meditating, conserving his energy for a battle which was no doubt inevitable.

[damian]

Outside of the base, the winds howled and screamed louder and louder as a gale force fell in on the Saiyan pursuit party, who were all airborne above them. The sudden wind meant that the base had disappeared from view, and the Saiyans squinted into the blank landscape. Then, suddenly, the wind cut out. And in front of the base stood Damian, Hell's Halberd clutched in his right hand. He spun the scythe around his head before slamming the handle into the ground, causing several cracks, and yelled to the warriors in the base,
"Get out here and FIGHT! They're nothing!"
The Saiyans heard this insult and one cocky one charged on Damian, hoping to prove him wrong. His attack, a massive tackle attempt, met only the tough ground. The Saiyan, a huge, muscular tower of a man, looked around into the cloud of dust with confusion. Suddenly, Hell's Halberd slashed vertically up his back and straight through his armour plate. The Saiyan screamed in pain as hot, steaming blood burst from his back. Damian grabbed the Saiyan by the hair and whispered to him,
"See? Nothing." He let go of the Saiyan's hair then smacked him i the throat hard enough to make him cough up blood. The crippled, choking Saiyan fell to the floor and Damian crushed his chets with his right foot then pointed Hell's Halberd at the Saiyans.
"Who's next boys?! Who wants to take my turf from me?! WHO?!"
The Saiyans were, for a fraction of a moment, unsure. They exchanged looks, a few hushed words about how savage Damian was. Then they charged, not only upon Damian, but on the ship behind him. Damian clenched his free hand, the left one, into a fist at his chest. It glowed red-hot then Damian swiped it across in a horizontal line in the familiar Infernoa Flare attack. A huge blast of flames swept across the sky towards the advancing Saiyans, injuring several but, unfortunately, not killing any.

[Archer]

There had been one reason as to why Kilix had been ignoring his comrads. He was too busy concentrating. His energy had been rapidly building by the second, Kilix's body being stiff as a board as his Ki flowed through his body. He turned his head slowly towards Kihaku, who had been questioning his courage. Not a grand idea.

"You really think I... don't have... a plan...." he pushed the words out of his mouth as if it was a chore.
"KGB... Open Doors."

The little robot pushed the large, red button on the console board, and the steel hinges started to creak open. Kilix looked at his comrads.
"Stand Back."

Some of the Saiyans turned as the doors peeled open from the craft, but they wouldn't have much chance to react. All the energy that had been charging within him was now released, sending a giant blast out of the doors of the vessel, and down towards the amassed Saiyans.

But as the blast came in for it's final descent, it disapeared. Seemingly gone, some Saiyans began to chuckle. But the smiles would soon by wiped from their faces, as the ground began to rumble.

"KGB, Lift off, ASAP!"

Great fissures began to appear in the ground as the ship took off, burning lava shooting up from some crevices, others containing only falling Saiyans that had succomed to the Seismic temperment of Nature. Kilix took a flip out of the open door, turning back to his allies as he flicked The Ruby from it's hilt and flickered it into life.

"Just dodge the fire and don't hit the ground," he grinned, turning and shooting towards the nearest Saiyan.

[jak]

The ship rumbled deeply as the volcanic landscape cracked and jets of hot lava spewed from the crumbling earth, engulfing some of the Saiyan's.

Jak noticed a group of them surrounded by a slowly approaching ring of lava. Water shot out from his left palm, aiming it towards the Saiyan's, the water pounding into them, soaking them through, and also causing the lava around them to solidify.

The group of Saiyan's looked up at the ship which was circling the landscape, grinning at Jak who was still soaking them with water. Soon their smiled faded as Jak's aura flared up, and grinning at the now slightly worried Saiyan's, he placed his index finger of his right hand into the jet of water.

A tiny spark errupted from Jak's finger, and the electricity blasted it's way down the jet, little lightning bolts jumping from the water and flying into the ground.

As the wave of electricity approached, the Saiyan's tried desperatly to take off but before they moved an inch millions of volts of electricity were flowing through their body, and after a fraction of a second thier fried bodies collapsed, smoke pouring from their lifeless corpses. "Have some of that." Jak muttered as he dived out of the ship, plummeting down towards the ground, heading straight for the next pack of Saiyans...

[kihaku]

Kihaku was already out of the ship by the time Jak began his hydro-electric assault. He was standing away from the saiyans, but on the level of most of them. A huge cluster of them looked his way and smiled, but then, just as quickly, stared in open mouthed fear. Sitting in the air, just behind Kihaku, was an orb of blackness, three times in diameter as he was tall.

From the depths of his hood, his crimson eyes were smoldering with glee, the fire below him creating thermal currents to ripple his small cape dramatically. He spoke only a few words before a most terrifying thing happened. "Art of Black Chaos, Dark Golem."

The rippling sphere solidified, and began to shift in shape, twisting and roiling until limbs took shape. Huge arms, thicker than tree trunks, extended from the main body, as did legs that seemed too short and stubby for the creature, though in reality they were thicker than any of the warriors' torso. His broad chest and shoulders were crowed with a proportionally sized head, tiny yellow circles for eyes. On his back, the last to form, were small, bat like wings, darker than night, and merely representative of his ability to float and fly. "Dark Golem... attack."

With a rush of wind, the huge creature moved terrifyingly quick for its size, with little consideration for its own safety. The huge mass bowled into the cluster of nearest Saiyans and swung a powerful arm into a group of five, sending them splashing into the lava, never to resurface. A sudden saiyan appeared and sliced a sword down into the outstreached arm and shouted in triumph as it dissipated. However, his victory was short lived as a new arm grew just as quickly in it's place, grabbing him and squeezing him until organs were squished out of his mouth, air gurgling past the wet flesh blocking his windpipe.

The huge creature dropped the gory prize and looked single-mindedly at the rest of the Saiyans, easily still as tall as three stacked end on end. Just as they were about to dash either at it, or away from it, a long line of them perfectly parallel ot the ground, fell out of the sky, body before head, blood spurting into the air and sizzling against the molten rock below.

Kihaku was smirking in pleasure in the dark depths of his cowel, glee beginning to take hold, Nirvana shaking from his good mood, Oblivion shaking for the evil nature of his fun. Blood dripped from the pair of blades, looking like nothing less than a sinister Grim Reaper.

The bloodfest continued, the Golem crushing the small, fragile bodies of fleeing and attacking Saiyans, Kihaku dismembering, eviscerating, and beheading warrior after warrior with increasingly bloodly blades until his black gloves were sticky with the dark fluid. Replacing the blades on his person, he flexed his fingers and heard the little plits the blood made as the leather stuck to itself with the grim adheasive. He looked about at the still swarming warriors, some contemplating attack, others escape. Kihaku, in the meantime, was considering the final amount of dark energies he had within him. He felt the urge to attack, to lash out with all he had with the ferocity of a dragon. He held back though, unsure if his comrades were at all being helpful, or if he should just let loose anyway.

[jak]

The wind rushing through his jet black hair, Jak's body fell from the ship towards the volcanic earth beneath. During his decent, a lightning bolt errupted out of nowhere, striking Jak's check as he fell. With a surge of energy Jak's body electrified, his hair turning electric yellow, his eyes the same.

Rotating his body, Jak landed on the earth with a crunch, the rock around his feet splitting and cracking. He outstretched both of his arms and with great concentration, pure electricity emerged from his arms forming two solid blades of electricity, which he grabbed with both hands, and stabbing them both up into the air he let out a fierce war-cry, setting his eyes on the nearest Saiyan he flew off at amazing speeds, brining his blades to the ready.

Jak surveyed the surroundings in slow motion as he shot forward, and out of the corner of his yellow eyes, he saw Kihaku's creature massacring Saiyan's by the minute.

* * *

The three Saiyan's watched the battle in awe, and they all powered up to Super Saiyan, waiting for their time to come. "Do you feel that?" One Saiyan said to the other.
"Feel what?"
"I can sense a hell of a lot of energy approaching!"
The all looked around, glancing from Saiyan to Saiyan. They could all sense it now, getting closer and closer, travelling at huge speeds. One found the direction of the energy, and looking forward he could see a slight blur in the landscape, but before he could react, a lightning yellow blade flew through the air, slicing into his neck, blood spraying into the air, showering the rest of the Saiyan's with their comrades blood. Upon impact the blade disappated in the air, the electricity shooting into the ground.

By now Jak was upon the other two, still travelling at huge speeds, and with his other blade he went for a flying strike to the abdomen of the first Saiyan, who was still looking at the corpse of his friend. The Saiyan felt a burning sensation in his gut, and looking down he saw a yellow blade sticking in his gut. Not quite sure what had just happened, he instincivley reached down to pull it out. As his fingers came into contact with the blade, the energy in it became unstable and blasted though the Saiyan's body into the ground, instantly electrocuting him. With a thud the body collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from the two Saiyan's, staining the volcanic ground.

The third Saiyan didn't make the same mistake the others did, and before Jak could land an attack from him he flew up into the air. Fortunately for him, Jak had been inches away from mowing him down, and now without his target there Jak stumbled and plowed into the ground, the electricity inside him released into the earth. Jak lay there for a few seconds, he had drained most of his enery.

The Saiyan above did not waste this opportunity, and before Jak could stop him the Saiyan fell from the air, a knee landing in Jak's gut. Quickly he rolled away as the Saiyan's fist plunged into the ground where his head was momentarily before. Jak stood up, as did the Saiyan, and they faced eachother, less that 10 metres away from eachother.

"You murdered my comrades, and for that you will pay."


Jak grinned at the Saiyan's simple mindedness, and before the Saiyan could react, Jak summoned his last amount of energy, and pushing both his palms together and forward, a column of fire emerged from his body, incinerating the Saiyan.

Before any Saiyan's could take advantage of his weak state, Jak quickly pulled back to the safety of the ship. Looking around inside the craft, Jak located the main power supply, concealed inside a wall. Plunging his fist into the metal, he grabbed hold of the wires, before huge amounts of electricity flowed into his body. Jak turned to Kilix's robot. "Cheers for the top-up, you might wanna fix that..." He glanced at the wall, before walking to the ship's entrance. He observed the carnage below and planned his next attack.

[Archer]

Saiyan after Saiyan after Saiyan were flying down into the geysers, their bodies melting in screaming agony into the planet itself. Amongst the hardened Saiyan warriors, a small, furry figure darted, a pair of shimmering blades slashing and slicing the ranks. After a few moments of agonising screams, Kilix hovered, bobbing up and down in the air with the crimson stains across his armour, and a steam of evaporating blood from his Ki blades.

He looked out across the battlefield, his own victory giving him a momentary chance to survey the scene. Jak seemed to be having great success, and Kihaku and his… let’s say “Friend”, were having much more than just that. But looking around at the scene before him, Kilix realized the severity of the attacks. Hundreds upon hundreds of Saiyans had fallen, but for each one that fell there were three more to take his place.

The battle, in short, was futile.

If there were this many that could divert themselves to follow one warrior to the South Pole of the planet, the amounts attacking the major cities must be vast, maybe even greater than the Invasion at Nasrad. And even the most idiotic fighter knows; numbers matter.

A quick elbow to the gut and an uppercut that sent him flying into the air soon reminded Kilix of his situation. This had been an amateur mistake, but somehow he’d made it, and he wasn’t going to let it happen twice, as the Saiyan flew straight up after him to finish the job. Waiting until the last minute, Kilix watched his approach, and when the warrior’s fist came in for another punch, Kilix nimbly twisted out of the way, his boot meeting the Saiyan’s spine, and quickly sent him flying down towards the planet, just in time for a spurt of lava to engulf his form.

Kilix changed his course immediately, heading back for his ship, which was now hovering above the scene, the heat waves making it seem almost liquid in appearance. He darted in through the still open door, and quickly made his way to the Scan desk. His eyes darted across the display, looking for a place which was suitable. The continents which had been completely overrun were obvious, a mass of red through the energy scan coving most of the map.

Only one place seemed to be free enough for a resistance to begin. The crags and snowy peaks of Bedoe. There were energy signals, however. The computer automatically translated the ones he had met. In the top of the mountain range of the continent, a large red circle glowed. Falkan Reval. Kilix remembered the proud warrior from the first Scout invasion, which seemed so long ago from now…

It wasn’t until now that Kilix noticed his “assistant.” He turned to see him fully, almost ready to tear the little thing to scrap. There, in a small Deckchair by the door, was KGB, wearing a loud Hawaiian style shirt and sunglasses, with a half coconut shell with a straw in it and a small reflector taking the heat energy onto his miniature metal chest.
“Where did you get…” Kilix started, before realizing there were more urgent things at hand.
“Never mind. Come on KGB, we’re going to Bedoe.”

KGB was completely unresponsive. Kilix walked over, looked the little robot in his metal eyes, waved a hand in front of him, even shook him a little. Nothing. Kilix checked his battery gauge. It was fine, nothing abnormal. Eventually, Kilix just gave up.

Shooting dead straight out of the door of the ship once again, his destination; Bedoe. Kilix’s last words at the scene were a shout to Jak and Kihaku.

“Keep them busy for as long as you can; I’m going to get help.”

“Oh yeah, and look after my Robot!”

[kihaku]

Kihaku had no choice in the matter. The number of attacking warriors was simply too overwhelming, and his reserve on the dark energies within was growing lower as time went on. The increadible heat from the molten rocks gave him no discomfort, and the large Dark Golem a few hundred feet away was having a ball toying with remaining saiyan invaders. Just as he gleefully snapped a leg in two before ripping it off and braining another invader within reach of the bloody trophy. It turned on another attacker who blasted through it's chest, creating a hole large enough for a man and a half to pass through without touching the dark, gooey insides. With a small groan of confusion, it stared dully at the gaping hole and seemed to smile when the warrior behind him began to scream in agony, the negation fluid within the Golem eating away at anything it touched; skin, muscle, blood, bone, all of it was gone the instant it came into contact with it. Before the minute was up, that one arrogant, brave, noble warrior was nothing more than a twitching torso, right arm, and left half of a head.

As fun as it was to rend offworlders into tiny little bits of charred and bloody flesh, things were getting too repetative. He was growing weary of the constant hack and slash tactics he was forced to employ. He daren't use a massively strong energy attack, for it would only sap his strength with hundreds of fighters left. It seemed hopeless, really, considering that such lowly leveled warriors could overpower such high calibur fighters as Dragonia could supply, not with skill or power, but by sheer numbers. It was like a swarm of ants that came to invade one's table, and the diners would flood their hill with pesticide, only to find that the ants were so numerous as to bypass the poison by crawling over the corpses of their comrades fallen in battle. It was a gruesome, but effective tactic.

"This grows tiresome... It is true that my brothers in arms fight valliantly, but things simply aren't going the right way for us to even consider today a victory. Retreat will be a smarter option, for it makes more sense that if you cannot have your enemy's heart, then you cut him hudreds of times and bleed him to death. I will go now, and see if I cannot-"

His musings were cut short as he felt Kilix begin to lift off without him. Was... was he abandoning the fight to go for help?! What kind of a coward leaves his comardes in battle? Kihaku glowered and the Dark Golem stopped short of mauling another group of attackers, and suddenly disappeared. Kihaku had teleported directly next to the small Liixan, flying on par with him as if it were a stroll in the park.

"I know not why you abandon us for the hope of gaining additional aid, but I doubt that leaving us now would do us any good. Did you intend to use us to forstall them long enough to formulate a plan? Cowardice. Remember, I owe no allegiance to you. YOU want them stopped, YOU do it."

Kihaku stopped where he was and once more teleported out of the area. He was sick and tired of fighting, and he wasn't about to let a flying, dagger toting rat tell him what to do. His own agenda was far more important to him right now, and the saiyans, as weak as they were, bore him no sense of threat. Reappearing a number of miles away, he landed and sat down on the ground, panting in anger and frustration. The time for defending was over. It was time he restart the quest he'd started months ago, and this time, to see it through.

The Crystals were as good as his.

[manachan]

10:21:1123 gst
Targets sighted.

Engaging.

The command came directly from the top... perhaps that was an honor: A footsoldier, no more worthy than the next, each and every last one recievint the same order... not through the Batteries stationed just off the battlefield commanding from the background from their covered spots. That command came directly from the soldiers' true master, far away... But, then, they could not comprehend their honor. There was not thought in them: only obedience. The armies of the keeper of the south pole were at last making their move. At last, the southernmost continent in the nation would shake the world with its might... for its keeper was mighty, and had been biding her time.

The fight had been taken to her doorstep... before that, she'd scarecely seen it... even now she did not see it: she was miles, miles away... but not in safety. This was different, perhaps: she had made a tactical risk, not staying in her own keep to defend her homeland, but then, she was not the person that would have done that anymore. She was Mana now, not Glyph...
and she was ready.

It was time.

The first volley came from the posted side of a dormant volcanoe, but as soon as it did, the army was suddenly made appearant... then another, on an adjacent hilltop. And another. And another. Until there were four forces, surrounding the bulk of the saiyajin army. And they had fired in perfect synchronization. Terrifying precision, like surgical cutters slicing into a festering tumor in the heart. The outermost files of the saiyans were blown to chunks, having caught them off guard for the first volley, the army had made itself known.

The soldiers looked so alien... perhaps even hellish, standing well over seven feet tall each, their visages beyond anything the saiyajins had previously encountered. The destruction of a vast number of their comrades was not what cast the saiyajins into disarray... it was their scouters. Blips and hums and the whiffing cracks of exploding scouters could be heard throughout the entire battlefield as a truly massive collective power had somehow managed to surround the army of offworlders without notice.. it was like four powerful warriors had suddenly come into existance! The volley repeated, spraying warriors left and right, and finally, the warriors struck themselves out of dumfounded shock and perhaps even fear, and began to forge a counterassault, charging into the frey against their aberrational assailants. In perfect unision, the alien creatures on the higher ground drew blades and hefted shields, raising them and charging to meet them. So they clased on that god-forsaken landscape...
In a unified cry, the hellish, alien army cried out "This land was made for the dead, and the dead keep it" the creepy phrase echoed from their mostly featureless faces as they, undaunted, fought on the surface of that horrible place on the planet... the heat, the unpleasant humidity, all of it seemed not to bother them in the least, but as the battle waged on, you can bet it bothered the saiyajins. The tide had suddenly changed.

Four female looking members of the species appeared, accompanied by several others that followed in tow, guarded by skirmishing warriors... they approached the warrior Jak and Kiruna.

"Our master sends word" They said in disturbing unision, their voices echoing not in the air, but in the minds of the two... "I will hold my own nation. You, your bravery... your lives... are needed elsewhere." a voice, not theirs, but a single woman's voice echoed into their minds. "Go." they said in their own voices, and dissapeared once more, vanishing, their significant power signatures still very present.

[Archer]

((Just so ya know Manachan, Kiruna left pissed off with Kilix in the previous post ))

Hovering above the battle in his small iron stronghold, KGB remained unmoved, as the metal under his shirt began to become soft and warm due to the heat. It was not until he sensed that Kilix was once again in battle that he moved.

KGB, although he knew where Kilix had gone, felt slightly left out that he'd gone without him. He didn't like getting left behind.

He remembered the vauge images of a message he recieved a few hours ago. Walking slowly to the edge of the ship, in his little robot voice, he cried;

"GET TO BEDOE!!!!!"

Ripping his shirt from his chest, casting the coconut aside and standing for a moment in a pose like Superman, KGB jumped off the ship, and floated off in the direction of Bedoe and Lavertia.

However, a thought struck him like a man getting hit in the face by a baseball whilst riding a horse, and he turned. Opening a small patch on his chest, he pulled out a small metal object and pushed a button on it. The doors of the ship closed up, and made two loud, sharp beeps.

Satisfied, KGB set off again.

[jak]

Jak watched Kilix disappear, and when KGB followed him, the doors to the ship slammed closed and locked. Jak bashed the palms of his hands againsted the steel door. "Lemme out man! KGB! OI WANKEL ENGINE! LEMME OUT!"
There was a dull silence... argh screw this...

With a summoning of energy, Jak flew forward, plowing through the solid steel door which was 3 feet thick, emerging from the otherside in a burst of ki. Sensing Kilix's power level Jak blasted off in his direction.