Meteor Strike; A Coming Threat

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan landed a few meters in front of the two downed Saiyans and glared at them with disgust. Joshin attempted to say something, but the pain in his shatterred jaw prevented him. The V'alcan warrior felt no compassion or pity for the two - they would have done worse to him had he been slower, or weaker. It was time to finish the job.

"You two disgust me. I haven't even broken a sweat." Little did the Saiyans know - V'alcans don't sweat.

Without further ado, Falkan raised his right hand, palm down, and made a slow, sweeping motion from left to right. At first nothing seemed to happen, then a hairline crack appeared in the ground below the two. Suddenly a deafening rumble exploded into the air as the ground ripped open into a long, inestimably deep chasm. If/when the two fell into it, Falkan would simply close the rift on them, sealing them forever within Dragonia's crust. Just to be sure, the V'alcan drew Rhiannon and let fly a massive blast straight upward. Rhiannon charged the blast with such energy as would be drawn to the two Saiyains. It would either hit them and blow them down into the chasm with increased speed and force, or follow them if they tried to flee. Either way would please Falkan equally. At least this way Joshin and Binesh could choose their fate.

[Archer]

As the saiyan warrior stood dumbstruck, Kilix had nothing left to do. Pathetic, he thought to himself, broken down by one death. People die everyday...
"Seems like you've chosen the second option, excellent choice maam," he said calmly, crouching slightly as he prepared for his launch.

In an instant, Kilix was gone. Launching himself towards the saiyan, Kilix aimed an elbow strike directly to her Solar-plexus. If it hit dead on, the Saiyan could be downed in one blow. Landing back on his feet, Kilix waited to see the result, keeping his guard up just in case...

[Gareeku]

((OOC: Kihaku, you did not recieve permission to auto-hit. Kilix was allowed because he had asked beforehand, but as I have mentioned, you did not, which does not make the admins happy bunnies. I will let this one go ahead for now, as I would have probably let the attack be successful anyway. However, in future, try not to do this without permission. Thank you.))

The two saiyans facing Kihaku opened their eyes wide in shock as Kihiaku let his power level be known; the saiyan warriors hardly believing what their scouters on their faces were now telling them. It then took a few moments for Kasha and Finuk to realis what had happened, until they heard sickening thuds on the ground. Looking down, they saw to their horror their own limbs laying there. However, the pain then came; excrutiating, incredible pain. The two saiyans cried out as they clutched the bloody stumps where their limbs once were, the two of them now sitting ducks as they let their defences down, over come with pain as they power began to fall slighty, their blood gushing out from the horrific wounds they had just received at the hands of Kihaku.
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Joshin and Binesh could only look on in horror as the ground beneath them split apart, causing their bodies to tumble in the space now below them, helped still by the thundering force of the massive blast that smashed into them as they fell, their screams drowned out by the roar of the surging energy and the moving rock that now engulfed them. Like Taruk, they were no more.
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Vaxx had lead a rather sheltered life back at her home. She had not been subjected to death and destruction, and so seeing her comrades' death first-hand was a new experience for her. Vaxx did nothing as Kilix came in, quite literally, for the kill. "...i'm sorry..." she whispered, before her pupils suddenly dilated as she was struck, dieing instantly as the attack hit home.
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Now what was once the squadron of saiyan scouts had diminished to two, Finuk looking up at his very-soon-to-be executioners as the blood continued to pour from his wounds, Kasha having already passed away from blood loss. "You may have won this battle...but you will not win the war..." Finuk growled at the three of them before him, before his pupils dilated as the loss of blood was too much for his body to take, the grip of death taking hold upon him as his body collapsed.

Above the three warriors, a number of roaring sounds could be heard. All over the sky, thousands upon thousands of objects now hurtled through Dragonia's atmosphere; space pods.

The saiyans had arrived. With them, so had war.

[Archer]

“Too easy,” Kilix murmured to himself as the Saiyan Assailants all fell, "Time for a real challenge.” Turning his attention to his comrades in battle, the Saiyan and the other man, presumably not human due to his power level. Dragonian maybe. But now was not the time for meaningless questions, if the man could fight, he was an ally. And he had already more than proven that fighting was his game. Sending a glance to the skies as the Saiyan pods dropped from the heavens, Kilix gave a slight grin. Less than a month on Dragonia and he was already caught up in some sort of trouble. Excellent.

He did not bother with the traditional handshake as he made his welcome, not only because of the lack of time but it seemed that the unknown warrior probably wasn’t the sort for pleasantries. “Kilix Gyro, at your service,” he said, taking a simple bow to the two warriors, “Well, for the time being, at least,” he added. Taking a look upwards now for the sole purpose of it being noticed, he spoke again.
“Not to appear rude, but could I please have your names? It may come in handy when our new guests arrive,” he pointed out, pointing up at the same time.

After the greetings and introductions were done with, Kilix leapt on the chance for his strategic overview. Well, what are soldiers for?
”It seems to me that they were a simple scouting party,” he began, doing the best thing possible and stating the mind-numbingly obvious, “and these descending chappies aren’t the friendliest of fellows. Now, we have two options. Firstly, we can go and find a safe place to concuct a permanent battle plan, or, my personal favourite, we can take the fight to them now and beat up someone important for information? What’s your view?”

Kilix had this sort of way with people. He tried his best to give a different first impression to everyone he met. This way, your bound to find that more people like you. Tiraicho probably thought he was a noble, yet big-headed fellow from his theatrics in their battle, whereas Falkan and Kihaku may think he was a battle hungry fighting machine.

For the most part, both of these were fact, which was the most ingenious part of his plan. He never really had to lie about anything. Just exagurate. As he listened into the others inevitable comments, a silent message went to his little robot in the Arctic.

KGB, I need some replacement armour and a regen pack, ASAP. Sending my co-ordinates now.

[kihaku]

Kihaku landed six feet from the small warrior, his respect for his fighting skills rising a peg or two.

Hm... yes. Two.

Surveying the scene of the battle with a single sweep of his head. A mist began to fall over the field, the spirits preparing new arrivals who might resent the living if they saw them.

"I am Kihaku." He turned his head back to Kilix, and gave a curt nod, his crimson eyes combing over the Liixan. "You fight well. I hope you found my assistance of use."

He listened to the options the small creature laid out. He came with a reply. "Regardless, we need to move. The spirits can only hold the resentful for so long. When clear of this mists, then we can stop to think." Looking around, he surmised a transferrence of a hundred yards would be sufficient.

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan frowned as he caught sight of the cloud of pods descending on them. He had a feeling those few fighters had something more than their own pathetic skills to merit their arrogance. He listened carefully while Kilix presented their options and Kihaku added his opinion. As the other two began walking toward the edge of the mist, he wordlessly turned, picked up his cloak, flung it over his shoulders, and fastened it in place again. This time he left the hood down.

He spoke as he caught up with the others about 100 yards outside the mist. "I don't know what all of this is about, but I've got a vested interest in this planet not being destroyed. If you two are on the same page, we'll get along fine...for now." He looked up at the rapidly descending space pods. "As for our guests, I'm partial to beating information out of someone..." He pulled his hood up, covering his face in shadow save the blue glow that now came from his eyes. "...or better yet, scaring it out of them, and then the beating."

He produced a small silver instrument on a chain from around his neck and gave the thing a blow. Kilix might have heard the sound, but human or dragonian ears would notice nothing. Seconds later, Vi'drek lighted on the ground next to him.

"If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'll be back momentarily with - someone important."

Before anyone could protest, he leaped lightly onto the back of the massive bird at his side, and then the two mounted to the sky and went screaming toward the nearest pod. Its pilot was about to get the surprise of his life.

Korban, the Saiyan in the lead pod, was contemplating the thick fog on the ground and wondering what happened to the scouting team when something slammed into his pod. It couldn't have been an asteroid or meteor...he was too far into the atmosphere by now. He couldn't sense or detect any power levels nearby except those of his fellow Saiyans. If he could have seen his pod from the outside, the poor fellow would have been terrified in spite of himself. A man, shrouded in a dark cloak, was prying his fingers under the edge of the exit hatch. With almost no effort, he ripped the door from the pod and let if flutter away on the rushing wind.

Korban looked up at the sound of snapping metal - into a shadowed face with two glowing blue eyes. This was not the way Korban had planned on arriving on Dragonia. Not at all. Falkan leaned into the pod and said menacingly "My friends on the ground would like some information, and I'd strongly advise you to comply...they're not as kindhearted as I am."

He reached inside the pod to grab Korban and take him back aboard Vi'drek for a terrifying plummet to the surface, where Kihaku and Kilix would be waiting.

[kihaku]

Kihaku watched, impressed as the warrior leaped into the sky on such a magnificent beast. Out of range of normal sight, Kihaku waited, listening to the whisperings the winds sent him on the warrior's doings. He certainly is forward.

Moving his view back earthward, his thoughts fell on the warrior beside him. The Liixan next to him was certainly a scrappy fellow. He decided he liked him. "You are a fine warrior, little friend. Now we see how good an interrogator you are."

[Archer]

The mysterious hooded warrior pulled a small whistle from his cloak, and when he blew on it, Kilix heard a very sharp sound, his ears vibrating slightly, as they did with these sounds. And within seconds, a magnificent beast swooped down from the sky. Kilix admired it from afar, as he couldn't really get much closer at the moment.
"Where does that live anyway?" he muttered to himself as Falkan flew away with his noble steed. But soon, Kihaku was adressing him in particular.

"You are a fine warrior, little friend. Now we see how good an interrogator you are."

"I am a fine interrigator, friend," Kilix replied, cracking his knuckles for effect, "But don't call me little again."

[kihaku]

He chuckled a deep growl. It could be interpereted as either a grunt or a laugh, but either way his statment was acknowledged. "I apologize friend. Now, we wait for our surly friend to return from his hunt with a prize. Let's see what he returns with."

[Gareeku]

Looking up at the man who had ripped open the door to his pod, the saiyan known as Korban did not change his facial expression as the intruder talked to him. Indeed, it was not how he had expected his arrival on Dragonia to be, yet it was what he and his saiyan soldier comrades had been partly trained for; to expect the unexpected.
"Heh, oh really? well my "friend", you may wish for me to come with you, but I have no intention of doing so" Korban said calmly with a smirk, "oh by the way, I do believe you are trespassing, so if you'll excuse me..."

As soon as the saiyan warrior had said his comment, a ki beam suddenly erupted from his palms and straight into Falkan's chest. Korban did not care whether it had hurt or not, though it would be a nice bonus, but it did what it was intended to do, and that was propell the intruder off of the saiyan pod and into the air. Falkan's loyal steed was most likely there to aid the warrior, but the saiyan did not care. All he cared about was reaching the location where he and the others were ordered to go to, and therefore begin the takeover of Dragonia.

[zaoden]

A completely white figure suddenly appears before Kilix and Kihaku for an instant before resolving into the figure of Zaoden.

He looks up at some nearby descending space pods, and sees what he senses to be Falkan being blasted off one of the pods.

"Well, that's an interesting idea Falkan has, but it doesn't seem to be working too well," he comments before turning around to face Kilix and Kihaku. As he does so, he notices some of the bodies of dead saiya-jin scouts, visible through the mist. He bows before the two, and introduces himself. "I'm Zaoden Tatsu, the grandmaster of Mahouki Karate who lives near the capital of Western Parmecia. I taught Falkan how to use ki, and when I felt and saw all these invaders, which I see from those bodies are saiya-jins, coming down in space pods, I decided to try to gather some people at my dojo to plan what to do, starting with those I knew. I wouldn't have gotten here immediately if I hadn't developed and mastered a new technique, Heikou Idou. Quite handy, I can teleport anywhere I've been to as well as to anybody I can sense, and take anyone and anything I choose to that's within five feet of me."

He looks back up at Falkan and yells, "Falkan! It's Zaoden! I don't think capturing one of the invaders is going to work! Come back down and I'll teleport us all to my dojo so we can figure out what to do!"

[Archer]

((Sorry to cause trouble, but I've got a better idea ))

((Oh, and just a note, I'm using the Med Pack in the same way some people use Sensu Beans. They're just there ))

Kilix was awaiting Falkan's return, when a bright white figure appeared beside him; soon taking the appearance of a man. He seemed fairly casual for a man on a planet that seemed to be at war; Especially one who was a Martial Arts master, wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting white tank top. Kilix looked the man up and down, before he gave his little peice to the plan.

Kilix listened intently to the man's little 'speech', before adding his own comment. This wasn't just because he had his own plans, but also because he wasn't too quick to trust, and no Liixan in their right mind would go with a man using an unfamiliar technique.

"My name is Kilix Gyro, Agent of the Liixan Consulate," He gave an equally respectful bow, before continuing; "And as much as I'd love to go with you, I've got a better plan."

As if on que, a high pitched squealing sound came in from the distance. Within about a minute, KGB was stood right in front of the group.
"Beep." he said, happily.

"Ahh, perfect." Said Kilix, dropping to one knee so as to releive KGB of his burden. He pushed a small button on the Robot's chest, a compartment opening up with 2 small containers within it. He stood again, showing them to his companions.

"High-Density Containers. Similar to Earth's Capsules."

With nothing more than that, he pushed a switch on the first, the disk expanding to become a long, serynge-like device. Without thinking twice, Kilix thrust the needle into his right arm, not even flinching as it dug into his skin. After a few seconds, he removed it, chucking it aside.

"Ah... Good as new in a few minutes." he murmered. He pushed the switch on the second capsule, dropping it on the ground before reaching to his torso and beginning to unclip his damaged armour. By the time he had unclipped it, a replacement suit was on the floor beside him. Throwing the old away and going on with the new, Kilix was finally prepared.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do a little reconaissance. The robot can track my position, I'll send a signal if I need help. The rest of you can go to your Dojo, Zaoden, and think of a plan."

Kilix turned back to KGB, kneeling down beside him.
"Now KGB, you go with the nice man Zaoden now, OK?" he said, as if talking to a child.
"But I don' wanna..." came the Robot's appropriate reply.
"I'll buy you Ice-Cream when you get back..." Said Kilix.

Slowly, but surely, the small robot waddled over to Zaoden. Kilix gave a satisfied smile, and turned his back to the group.

"Seeya when I need ya!" he said, activating his Ki-Pack and shooting into the air. His intention, trailing the Saiyan pods. Or, at least, some of them. It seemed that the main wave was now upon Dragonia, and it was Kilix's job to stop them.

"The Consulate'll kill me if this planet goes down..." he muttered.

[kihaku]

The sudden appearance of the white man put his nerves on edge, and the fact that the light was pure didn't help any. He pressed himself into his hood deeper, so that his crimson eyes smouldered from within his cowl.

"I'll teleport us all to my dojo so we can figure out what to do!"

Kihaku had no intention of going with the man, the fact that he had appeared so suddenly and wished for them to trust him was a little too soggy to step on. "Hello Zaoden, I am Kihaku, Keeper of Balance." He nodded his head in greeting. "I'm afraid that I won't be going with you. As like Kilix, I am more prone to tailing these invaders and driving them away. However, I have seen the big one prove his worth in battle, and I am willing to put some faith in you if he will vouch for you."

Crossing his arms and assuming a pose of utter determination, he waited patiently for Falkan to recover, though a blast of that strength wouldn't do much to him, and return with word of what should be done next.

[Garoten Reklor]

Falkan suddenly slammed feet first into the ground without so much as bending his knees to absorb the shock. his arms were crossed and he was murmuring something about feather pillows through his trademark scowl.

Vi'drek, in the manner of all V'alcan Sarstous, had grown up with his master and developed a similar personality. That being the case, the bird had passed up catching its companion and chosen instead to kick the pod from which the blast had come around for a bit before swooping down to land next to Falkan. Korban would be rattled, but uninjured by the bird's vengeful streak. After a hateful glance at his 'trusty' companion, Falkan turned to the others.

"Zaoden." Typical Falkan Reval greeting...

"I think it's a little late for interrogation. Their plans are made clear enough by the sheer numbers in which the fools descend. We ought to focus the little time we have left on a strategy."

[zaoden]

Zaoden nods to Falkan, Kihaku, and KGB as Kilix zips off before he can reply. "Nice to meet you, Kihaku and KGB. Well, I suppose we don't need to go back to my dojo, we can discuss strategy here. The way I see it, we can't win by fighting all the foot soldiers. Even if we went full power, sheer numbers would overwhelm us. What we need to do is locate the commanders and take them out. By taking out the command structure, the saiyans will likely become disorganized and become easier to clean up. I wouldn't rule out the higher-ups being Super Saiyans, however. Super Saiyan is a golden-haired, green-eyed transformation that boosts a saiyan's power considerably. I hear there are three levels, though I haven't heard of any recent Super Saiyan Threes. Plus, any saiyan with a tail can transform into an Oozaru under the light of a full moon, though they have also developed techniques and devices that can generate moonlight in the absence of one. Oozaru isn't as strong as a Super Saiyan, but a lot more common."

He hmms. "So, how should we find the commanders? They should be the strongest of the bunch, but they could be hiding their power, making it difficult for us to pick them out based on degree of power."

He turns and looks toward the south. "Hmm...I sense Rizuk...somewhere in the Central Continent. He's with another power...that's rising. Ah, now it finished rising. But I don't sense the power fluctuations of battle, right now, though I did sense those fluctuations earlier at that location. It may be that they're prepping for battle, perhaps even purposely powering up to draw the enemy to them. Not a good idea...we should probably try to meet up with them and join forces if we're to go after the commanders."

Then he gazes east. "And, that blue-tailed saiyan whose name escapes me...I can sense him with a few others in Eastern Parmecia. He showed up at my doorstep seriously wounded once...I put him in a healing tank even though I didn't know him. I was sensing a battle going on over there, too, but it's over now. I didn't sense any evil in him, so I doubt he's sympathetic to the invaders. Perhaps we could try to contact him too."

He looks at KGB and asks, "Are you relaying all this to Kilix, KGB?"

Then he turns to face Falkan and Kihaku. "So, what do you think of this plan?"