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Chapter 2: Sadala Wars Pt. 1
- Thread starter Sparga
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The following is a story-focused narrative.
Post Order shall be determined upon successful entry into the thread, meaning post order will be determined on a first-come, first-served basis.
All standard group and roleplay rules & etiquette apply.
Lᴏᴛʀᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ Sᴀɪʏᴀɴ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜɪᴇs. Rᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ Lᴏᴛᴛᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Tᴜʀʟᴇs. Bᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ʟɪᴇs ᴀɴ ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs, sʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏss, ʜᴀʀᴅsʜɪᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴs ᴏғ ʜɪs ʟɪɴᴇᴀɢᴇ.
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Finally, his grip on Beyga loosened up enough for him to move around; Whatever Beyga decided to do after that was on him, and Lotren definitely wasn't about to play the protection card if he did something dumb. Instead he looked over at the kid who had been shouting earlier, then back at Sparga as the hybrid started speaking to him.
The look in his eyes changed for just a split second once the mention of restraint and holding back came up, the expression he made was more like sadness, regret, and anger all at the same time. That short moment spoke more than a thousand words about why he is the way he is. Afterall, those 2 things meant nothing to him. If he knew he could beat someone then that's the only time he can agree to holding back, but thats only in a 1v1, any other outside source could end bad. This case was different, he didn't hold back intentionally, he just didn't know he could use more of his power since the last blip suppressed him.
Rutaba
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As usual Rutaba was still floating there motionless with his fists still clenched tight, trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened so far.
One second that Superman Saiyan was talking to him. The next second that huge Saiyan got completely wrecked by Lotren. Rutaba thought to himself and repeated the name in his head “..Lotren.” That name sounds familiar like I’ve met him before, or am I going crazy but then again he did hear him say that he was pulled from different Earths so maybe I’m not crazy but I’ll figure that out later.
Rutaba’s thoughts went back to the chain of events that happened and remembered how the Superman Saiyan yelled so loud not only it made his ears ring the air shook like it was an earthquake. Then Mokaryu sent rods flying and another guy dropped. Finished just like that.
Rutaba’s eyes went wide.
“What the heck…?”
Rutaba’s tail lashed behind him hard. He still felt the earlier strain from Rutaba staying in his Super Saiyan form for so long while figuring out his new techniques he recently learned, but none of that mattered right now. Everything was happening so fast. Two people were already dead. That big green dragon was still sitting on the ship. And now everyone was talking about chances and restraint and a Saiyan named Turles.
“I get wanting to protect people. That’s why I came here in the first place. But…” He glanced at the spot where the last Saiyan had fallen. “…two of them are already gone. And that armored guy was talking about pure blood and killing people just for being different.”
Rutaba scratched the side of his head, and frowned. He didn’t know what happened to Lotren’s sister, but he knew what it felt like when people were supposed to be there for you but they weren’t. That feeling sucked and Rutaba didn’t like it one bit and he felt his power rising trying to boil over.
Rutaba always loved getting stronger not only to protect himself but protect others and doing what’s right. He wanted to get stronger and find out more information about his Saiyan heritage and also whe wanted to get stronger, faster and smarter so he and nobody had to lose somebody because they weren’t strong enough to stop it.
Rutaba’s fists clenched more just thinking how unfair the whole situation was. His hair started to raise up and spike itself up and turn gold his eyes turning teal and he transformed into a Super Saiyan again and this wasn’t forced he did it at will.
So there Rutaba was a Super Saiyan floating there with his energy still growing and his anger still boiling and trying to erupt like a volcano.
One second that Superman Saiyan was talking to him. The next second that huge Saiyan got completely wrecked by Lotren. Rutaba thought to himself and repeated the name in his head “..Lotren.” That name sounds familiar like I’ve met him before, or am I going crazy but then again he did hear him say that he was pulled from different Earths so maybe I’m not crazy but I’ll figure that out later.
Rutaba’s thoughts went back to the chain of events that happened and remembered how the Superman Saiyan yelled so loud not only it made his ears ring the air shook like it was an earthquake. Then Mokaryu sent rods flying and another guy dropped. Finished just like that.
Rutaba’s eyes went wide.
“What the heck…?”
Rutaba’s tail lashed behind him hard. He still felt the earlier strain from Rutaba staying in his Super Saiyan form for so long while figuring out his new techniques he recently learned, but none of that mattered right now. Everything was happening so fast. Two people were already dead. That big green dragon was still sitting on the ship. And now everyone was talking about chances and restraint and a Saiyan named Turles.
“I get wanting to protect people. That’s why I came here in the first place. But…” He glanced at the spot where the last Saiyan had fallen. “…two of them are already gone. And that armored guy was talking about pure blood and killing people just for being different.”
Rutaba scratched the side of his head, and frowned. He didn’t know what happened to Lotren’s sister, but he knew what it felt like when people were supposed to be there for you but they weren’t. That feeling sucked and Rutaba didn’t like it one bit and he felt his power rising trying to boil over.
Rutaba always loved getting stronger not only to protect himself but protect others and doing what’s right. He wanted to get stronger and find out more information about his Saiyan heritage and also whe wanted to get stronger, faster and smarter so he and nobody had to lose somebody because they weren’t strong enough to stop it.
Rutaba’s fists clenched more just thinking how unfair the whole situation was. His hair started to raise up and spike itself up and turn gold his eyes turning teal and he transformed into a Super Saiyan again and this wasn’t forced he did it at will.
So there Rutaba was a Super Saiyan floating there with his energy still growing and his anger still boiling and trying to erupt like a volcano.
Prince Mokaryū
New member
Witnessing this man catch on to her sneak attack and crush the rods when they returned to normal size merely pissed her off even more "What the f-" she was gonna swear at the hybrid but hears him threaten her about hurting the enemy saiyans, she merely whipped her head around and stares down at the hybrid, feeling rather annoyed and excluded from the fight, like he's treating her like a child "Hey! I want to protect the planet for enemies like them! i didn't fly light-years away from my world just let it be destroyed by any foe!" she says her sharp fangs gleaming from the light coming from the sun but she wasn't trying to show intimidation but show that she genuinely want to protect life "Unlike our last encounter, i've calmed down and grown to like the inhabitants!" she hisses but turns around to see Lotren wrapping an arm around Beyga's shoulder making the captain uncomfortable and scowl at the facade of friendliness which almost made her want to join in on this since her plan to massacre these saiyans were dashed.
She was surprised to hear Sparga call Lotren and herself hot-blooded like the Saiyans, which she shrugged at his comment. "Well my people love to fight as well" she commented before levitating towards Rutaba and resting an arm around his shoulder with a friendlier aura towards the younger saiyan "Don't worry Ruta, he won't lay a finger on anyone on earth or our dear friend here" she said, but heard the response from Lotren about killing leading to people dying; his words and expression read sadness, regret, and anger all at once which made the caffaian hybrid feel like she stepped on a sensitive subject which she didn't bother touching on unless he wants share "I see, i'll do my best to stray away from that path if thats the case and who is Turles?" she says while answering Lotren. Mokaryū's focus on everyone else would be quickly distracted upon feeling the surge of power coming from Rutaba, looking over at the kid and seeing him transform into a Super Saiyan, making the woman chuckle at this and grabs the boy's hand, leading him away from the group upon seeing the rage boil within his face and body, the intense energy being literal proof "Why don't we have a rematch once this is settled, help you let all that pent-up anger out, how about it?"
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Sensing that the tension in the air was beginning to at last decline, Sparga dulled his reflexes - not outright, still having his reactions primed to a hair-trigger, but laxing the sensitivity of said trigger. They might not see things his way, and that was fine. But at least they were hearing him out, and that was a start. Feeling the spike of energy behind him as Rutaba surged an ascendancy into the Super Saiyan state of being, Sparga allowed him time to work through his emotions at his own pace. There was a lot going on at this moment and the faintest poor decision could spark the flames of aggression back up. These Saiyans seemed intent on starting a war, and now here they were faced with an opposition they couldn’t overcome. They likely weren’t happy to take that lying down and Sparga knew they wouldn’t just roll over and show their bellies like that because it was the smart thing to do - Saiyans rarely ever did the smart thing. They were too tenacious, too proud, and too headstrong. That warrior’s spirit to prove their worth rarely lent itself to wise decision-making. In some instances, that was an admirable trait. But these men came with ill intentions. And likely wouldn’t just accept their efforts being thwarted and stopped before they could even rightly begin with smiles in their hearts. Sparga knew he’d have to stay vigilant.
While Mokaryu vacated his shoulder finally and went to ease Rutaba’s frustration, Sparga kept a portion of his perception on that so that his reflexes and awareness might be mindful in case that side of the conversation decided to spark into another stoked flame. But for now, he’d let those two work things out on their own, giving them the respect to come to their own conclusions.
Meanwhile, he addressed Lotren’s question with a quirked brow. That name he was asking about was familiar…
Sparga: “Turles? Turles…. Hmm. I know that name from somewhere. He was… Ahh, it’s at the tip of my tongue.”
The Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid crossed his arms over his chest and began searching his memory, trying to recall where he knew that name. His brow furrowed as he rattled through stored memories in an attempt to recall where he knew a Saiyan named Turles. But as he did, it was so close within reach but just right outside the range of recollection. His tail swished in agitation as he failed to catch hold of that recollection, frowning as he did so.
As this was going on, Beyga inched his hand a little closer behind his back, watching all of them as his fingers began to brush against the blaster where his ace in the hole lay waiting. With Lotren loosening his grip on him, he knew he had his chance here. He just needed to take the shot. His heart drummed in his chest like a pounding thunderic rhythm as he inched his fingers closer and closer to the tool at his back. These fools might think it dishonorable, but the truth is that the dishonorable deed would be to not exterminate this offense to their proud species. And if Lotren saw sense in maintaining the dignity of their purity, then he could be forged into a valuable asset for their King. He knew his window was about to open. He just had to be patient.
Lᴏᴛʀᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ Sᴀɪʏᴀɴ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜɪᴇs. Rᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ Lᴏᴛᴛᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Tᴜʀʟᴇs. Bᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ʟɪᴇs ᴀɴ ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs, sʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏss, ʜᴀʀᴅsʜɪᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴs ᴏғ ʜɪs ʟɪɴᴇᴀɢᴇ.
His face twisted in confusion for a few moments after realizing what what Sparga swiping off of his shoulder, he had been completely ignored the little creatures moving around until it spoke loudly. Due to her size he confused her with a normal lizard but was confused on why she was talkin, many animals on talked which was normal but all of the retiles he had seen couldn't speak normally, this was the first one. But his attention was focused on Sparga, the only one out of everyone who acknowledged his question; However, he was struggling to remember exactly who he was. Though, the simple fact he said the name sounded familiar meant he knew him, which was better than nothing. For that reason alone the young saiyan decided that Sparga was someone he wanted to stay on good terms with; Especially if he wanted that bit of information from him. Meanwhile, Lotren's attention shifted once more to the kid who had transformed into a super saiyan which he assumed was out of stress from constantly being spoken to like he was helpless or maybe it was simply his saiyan blood boiling.
Either way, the kid was younger than Lotren himself was when he first went super Saiyan, and even then the kid was in complete control from the looks of it. Lotren went on a rampage and had to be subdued when he first transformed; that piqued his interest even more. The kid had potential and could be a great asset to his own ambitions, in fact, he could make the kid strong enough to potentially fight against Beyga himself if he really took the time to learn. Added, if he could find his grandfather from THIS timeline, he could also potentially get a fruit from him and boost his power even more and make sure nobody else he cared about would get killed in front of him again. To this day, he still blames himself for what happened to his sister even though it was nothing he could do at the time and his parents had already been gone away on a mission.
Soon, he began a charging a small energy blast at the tip of his finger and pointing it towards Beyga. His gaze never left the kid but he was aiming directly at the kneecap and released the blast. The shot was too quick to fully react to and should it be successful it'd go straight through his knee and force him to kneel down before him. He didn't trust Beyga yet, and since Lotren had just aligned himself with the saiyan things could go bad if he tries anything. He wasn't about to risk that right now.
Rutaba
New member
Rutaba, still in his Super Saiyan transformation with his fists clenched, just floated there, and all of a sudden, Mokaryu flies over and puts her arm on his shoulder.
His body tensed up for a second.
“Huh?”
Rutaba looked up at her, still on edge and a little heated from witnessing everything that was going on. Two Saiyans were dead. Sparga wanted to give them chances to change their ways, but Rutaba felt a feeling within him that they probably had no intention of changing. Lotren had mentioned his sister earlier, and Rutaba was confused about why Moka was being so nice to him all of a sudden, because he remembered previously how she’d roundhouse kick him so many times like he was a soccer ball.
Rutaba wanted to ask questions about what was happening, but Moka grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the others, and Rutaba said, “Wait, I want to ask Lotren some questions.” Rutaba asked Lotren, “What are you talking about, a great ape?” Does that have something to do with my tail?”
Also, if you’re a Saiyan like me, you must know about all of the transformations and other ways of fighting.” That’s so cool.”
Rutaba said to Lotren, “ I do want to get stronger, not just for me but for everyone— the people, plants, and the animals. I want to protect all life.” Rutaba calmed down and felt his Super Saiyan transformation fading, so he let it fade and returned to his normal black-haired state, and Rutaba got excited about training with Lotren. He didn’t know what he’d be getting himself into, but if getting stronger was possible, he’d do it without a doubt.
Rutaba looked up at Lotren and said, “Yeah, I’d like to train with you,” and he looked at Moka and said, “Can she come too and join us and train?”
Rutaba waited for answers to his questions, so hopefully, whatever answer he got, it’d be one that was good news.
His body tensed up for a second.
“Huh?”
Rutaba looked up at her, still on edge and a little heated from witnessing everything that was going on. Two Saiyans were dead. Sparga wanted to give them chances to change their ways, but Rutaba felt a feeling within him that they probably had no intention of changing. Lotren had mentioned his sister earlier, and Rutaba was confused about why Moka was being so nice to him all of a sudden, because he remembered previously how she’d roundhouse kick him so many times like he was a soccer ball.
Rutaba wanted to ask questions about what was happening, but Moka grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the others, and Rutaba said, “Wait, I want to ask Lotren some questions.” Rutaba asked Lotren, “What are you talking about, a great ape?” Does that have something to do with my tail?”
Also, if you’re a Saiyan like me, you must know about all of the transformations and other ways of fighting.” That’s so cool.”
Rutaba said to Lotren, “ I do want to get stronger, not just for me but for everyone— the people, plants, and the animals. I want to protect all life.” Rutaba calmed down and felt his Super Saiyan transformation fading, so he let it fade and returned to his normal black-haired state, and Rutaba got excited about training with Lotren. He didn’t know what he’d be getting himself into, but if getting stronger was possible, he’d do it without a doubt.
Rutaba looked up at Lotren and said, “Yeah, I’d like to train with you,” and he looked at Moka and said, “Can she come too and join us and train?”
Rutaba waited for answers to his questions, so hopefully, whatever answer he got, it’d be one that was good news.
Prince Mokaryū
New member
Mokaryu takes notice of how the boy powers down but still has some edge on himself from the situation, watching between Rutaba and Lotren, seeing how the two Saiyans converse with one another, then sees Beyga get shot in the knee, forcing the man to kneel, which makes her chuckle a little at the man who was still trying to bring harm to Earth's greatest hero, Sparga, whose name she still doesn't know. She then levitates to Sparga but hears the other man introduce himself as Lotren, which made her immediately take that information to heart and take notice of how he held himself, which made her believe that this man is powerful in his own right. "The name is Mokaryu, warrior of the Caffaian people hailing from the South Galaxy," she says to Lotren before looking back at Rutaba "I wouldn't mind tagging along if he doesn't mind," she says, giving the boy a pat on the shoulder before flying back to Sparga.
She would levitate to his side and sigh at what she was gonna ask of him, but she gotta earn his trust. "Hey S, I wanna ask something from you and i want a straight answer." She rubs her hands together, clearly nervous at what she's about to say next. "If i earn you and the others trust, is it possible to earn a spot on your team?" she asks, a side she doesn't like showing around people she hadn't known long enough; maybe around a year she would be comfortable.
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Beyga saw his window opening, and was ready to take it. It might not be honorable in the traditional Saiyan way, but sometimes a dishonorable deed was necessary to better the world. And what was more honorable than making the world a better place? The half-breed abomination’s death would serve to elevate the Saiyan race in ways they didn’t yet understand. These orders given by his King were crucial, necessary, and of utmost importance.
But before he could steady the weapon, a shot ran through his knee and caused him to stumble, barely catching himself as he levitated to hold himself up and keep his posture straight. He glared daggers at Lotren while biting down on the pain, refusing to show weakness. A Saiyan that might be useful for their cause, but he’d need to be broken. In the end, he was just another freak of unnatural blood that wasn’t worthy of calling himself a true Saiyan. But Beyga wouldn’t reveal that just yet, choosing instead to hold his cards close to his chest for when the time was right. He began to retreat inside of his ship, giving the orders to his men to join him as he makes his way to the med-bay to heal the injury.
Beyga: “We’re leaving in five minutes. Any who wishes to join us is free to do so.”
As he limped onto his ship’s bay door hatch, he turned to give one last look back to Sparga and glared at him with such hate and disdain that the air might freeze over.
Beyga: “This… Isn’t over, abomination.”
And then Beyga slithered away to lick his wounds, leaving the group to speak amongst themselves.
Sparga was still struggling to recall where he knew the name Turles from, but was still drawing blanks. Even more so, he was at a loss for why the name made the taste in his mouth turn sour. Was it some villain he had fought in the past? Probably, but the past five or so years as the current acting Superman had made for a career fighting so many villains and would-be conquerors that they had started blurring together. If Sparga had fought this Turles before, he was drawing a blank.
And then suddenly, a voice rang in his mind as Lotren established a telepathic link between the two. Quietly, he responded mentally while taking a split second to adjust to the development.
Sparga: “Never met a Saiyan who could do that. You’re full of surprises. If I remember anything, I’ll let you know”
Truthfully, Sparga wasn’t yet sure how comfortable he was with a stranger so easily slipping into his head like that. If he could do it, then who else could? And what could they do with what they find? Something he’d have to look into having protected. But that was a problem for tomorrow - right now, there was still a lot going on.
As Rutaba descended from the Super Saiyan state and admitted his desires to protect this world and all life in it, Sparga crossed his arms and listened to the exchange being had between everyone. It seemed like this was going better than he had anticipated so he chose instead to not participate in the conversation and simply observe the proceedings as Rutaba considered joining Lotren to train.
And then Mokaryu joined in and helped ease Rutaba’s anxiety and make him more comfortable. But when she flew back to him and addressed him, his brow furrowed. Crossing his arms over his chest as she offered her question, his tail twitched like a whip behind him. She wanted a straightforward answer? Well she was gonna get one.
Sparga: “You stabbed me in the shoulder half way before I could even finish saying hello. If your goal was to join my team, you probably shouldn’t have started knives out. Earning my trust isn’t gonna be easy. It’s doable, but you got a long road ahead of you.”
He wasn’t making it a secret he was apprehensive, given the scowl adoring his features. But if she was earnest, and genuine, then she deserved a chance. Miso, however, was a little more discerning as he spoke up.
Miso: “Whoa, Blue. C’mon, really? You’re really gonna give her a shot at the Justice League? She doesn’t even have a suit!”
Sparga: “Again, not our name. Not big enough for a League. We’re–”
Miso: “But Justice Gang sounds terrible, dude! Come on!”
Sparga: “Can we not do this here, in front of everyone? She deserves a chance to be a better person. To make better choices. Everyone deserves that chance.”
Sparga’s tone was stern and unflinching even as their argument ebbed and flowed in direction to stay on track. Miso shifted through a series of expressions as if internally going through a journey to settle on how he felt before finally landing on a thoughtful and inquisitive if apprehensive roll of his jaw, like he were chewing on everything they were considering before them right now. And then finally relented with a sigh and wave of his hands.
Finally, Sparga turned back to Mokaryu, and pointed at Rutaba.
Sparga: “Keep him out of trouble. Keep him safe. He might have all the fighting spirit of a Saiyan, but he’s still just a kid. Wherever you guys are going, bring him back here in one piece, and we can talk about you joining the team.”