Central City

[Story]

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Thalia descended onto central with her 10 underlings flying closely behind her, the others were already having fun and destroying cities and getting into fights. For this reason, Thalia simply reached her hand out to the side and caught a plane mid-flight; halting it entirely in its tracks. Within the next few moment, she repositioned the plane to be more like she was about to throw a javelin. Once doing so, she's pull her arm back and thrust it fourth, sending the plane hurling straight through a couple large identical skyscraper buildings; Thus, killing hundreds if not thousands of people from the buildings themselves, the plane, and those below who may have been in the falling debris of the buildings along with the crash and explosion of the plane and vehicles below. This was the start of the invasion for Central City and those within needed to think quickly on their feet if any were strong enough to step up to the challenge.
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Thalia: By our lord Tundra, this pathetic planet will be plunged of all life and be taken over by the invincible Tundra Force. - My dear soldiers, show the people of this city exactly why we're here!​

With a single snap of her finger, the soldiers charged forward splitting up with 2 groups of 3 and 1 group of 4. The groups began with targeting specific areas like local police stations, more hospitals, and even schools. Using their strength to rips portions of the buildings off and use them as hammers (smashing whoever were inside floor by floor), bats (plowing through specific floors and watch the building crumble), or flying high up into the sky and launching them down with enough force to completely turn the building to dust.​

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Thalia Log​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL)​	900​
Strength / Attack​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Durability / Defense​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Agility / Speed​	3,000 (x5 From Racial trait - 15,000)​
Magic / Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power)​	9,000 Baseline​

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Soldier Logs​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	500​
Strength/ Attack​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Durability/ Defense​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Agility/ Speed​	1666(x5 From Racial trait-8,333)​
Magic/ Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	5,000 Baseline​

 

[WarriorofSpaceBooty]

Inugami was chillin on a peaceful day, hidden in a bush, lighting up his pipe with some grounded weed in it, enjoying his break from training, but had plans of returning to the mountain to continue his training, he may not like how things are done but he will admit that their ways of training are effective, something a monk like himself has come to learn and accept since this universe is cruel and cold, like how those invaders were but he knows they'll return with more numbers. The sky looked beautiful and pristine with planes flying across it. He thought about taking a flight back to Fire Mountain to continue his training with the Immortal Phoenix and master more of the eternal flames he now carries inside him, a fragment of the immense power he was entrusted with, and he plans on mastering and growing his flame until it's an inferno burning bright over the world he lives in, maybe beyond his planet and into the galaxy where whatever species lives in it will see him as a bright star of hope.
When he took a long drag of his pipe and blew out a bloom of smoke, he witnesses eleven beings flying into Central City with a omnious presence that made him put out the burning weed in his pipe then tuck it away, watch them closely before conjuring a flame spear that slithered out of the ground as he got up, but got into a crouch while keeping an eye on them, but all went to hell when they began destroying the city. Instead of repeating last week's incident, he opted to fly around in the cover of destruction, watching within the dust-filled smoke as they split into two teams, three in one group and four in a second group, while the main one, who seemed to be the leader, stayed where they were in the sky.

Tracking down the ones he has better eyesight on, and merely waiting for one of them to be too distracted when killing innocents, he had to ignore the cries and anguish of those caught in the hands of these invaders. He learned that war inevitably entails casualties, and those who can fight must ensure they win before tending to civilians. He decided to split the singular spear into five spears for his destined targets. The first one he decides to target is one destroying the hospitals, watching them tear into it and murder anyone within, which he uses this opportunity to channel his stamina of 554 each into his attack, which is now 1,675 and 1,878 of speed before hurling two of the spears within his arsenal at the first invader in his line of sight, the two spears soaring across the air intending to impale the first Valtraxion foot soldier as while Inugami dove back into the debris and smoke, flying low to keep them from finding his location, his plan to keep moving and attack when nessecary.
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Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	1,210​
Strength/ Attack​	1,121​
Durability/ Defense​	1,000​
Agility/ Speed​	1,324​
Intelligence​	900​
Ki Control​	1,023​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	5,300​

 

[Story]

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Thalia remained vigilant in her position as her troops scouted the area, she smiled to herself as she watched the man tracking down one of his groups also being tracked by another. While Inugami was busy tracking 2 of the groups, he had lost complete sight of the 3rd group which put him in a bad position. As the man started preparing his attacks on 2 of the soldiers he had been tracking, the 2nd group of 3 valtraxians landed quietly right behind him, making no noise, didn't even bother to attack just yet. Instead, they waited patiently for him to get his attack off; However, when Inugami tried to run back into the debris, he'd find himself bumping straight into the Valtraxian soldiers that had been following him. In this moment is when the situation became dire for the human. The first soldier immediately thrusted her hand out to strike him in the jaw with no warning, followed by a kick to the back from the 2nd, and a knee to the gut by the 3rd. Each attack held the strength of 1,666 with a speed of 2,000. This will have continued on for about 4 cycles if they were to connect.​

Soldier 1: Hahaha, don't tell me that's all you got. human?​

Soldier 2: Come on, what's the matter!?​

Soldier 3: Fight back!​

After the final cycle, they'd combine their strength together with one final attack, sending Inugami rolling across the ground until he reaches the foot of one of the very soldiers he had been following up until he was attacked. The Valtraxian soldiers were having fun with him and wanted to make him suffere before killing him. As such, he took out 2 of the soldiers of that group but there was a 3rd that didn't get attacked, which will have turned around and began kicking his side final 3 who had kicked him over there joined in on the stomping session.​

Thalia: Geez, this was easier than i thought.​

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Thalia Stats​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL)​	900​
Strength / Attack​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Durability / Defense​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Agility / Speed​	3,000 (x5 From Racial trait - 15,000)​
Magic / Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power)​	9,000 Baseline​

Soldier Stats​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	500​
Strength/ Attack​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Durability/ Defense​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Agility/ Speed​	1666(x5 From Racial trait-8,333)​
Magic/ Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	5,000 Baseline​

 

[Rutaba]

Rutaba didn’t move immediately.

From his hidden vantage point on the shattered office tower, he crouched low against the broken concrete and watched the battlefield below. His eyes moved carefully across the smoke and ruins, picking out the different groups of Valtraxian soldiers. Group 1, the ones Inugami had hit first with his flame spears. Only one survivor left, now joining the others in beating his friend. Group 2, the three who had secretly tracked Inugami through the smoke, the ones who punched him in the jaw, kicked him in the back, kneed him in the stomach, and launched him across the battlefield. Group 3, the largest group of four soldiers, still rampaging through another section of the city, smashing buildings and causing destruction. And high above, Thalia watching everything like it was a game.

His small hands clenched into tight fists.Rutaba had been thinking about the bruises from Zhongli’s training a week ago still ached across his ribs and arms, but he pushed the pain down. No sound. No flashy moves. Just quiet. Just smart.

He slipped down from the tower like a shadow and began moving.

First he went after Group 3. The four soldiers destroying another block. Rutaba darted low between burning cars and broken walls, staying hidden in the thick smoke. He took the first one from behind with a silent Furious Rush — a rapid series of brutal, quiet punches and elbows to the back of the neck and ribs. The soldier dropped without a sound. The second noticed too late. Rutaba drove both knees into the chest from above, slamming the enemy into a wall. The third and fourth turned, but he was already gone, reappearing from a different angle to repeat the pattern ,silent dives and crushing melee strikes that used their own momentum against them. All four soldiers were down and buried under rubble before they could raise any alarm.

His breathing stayed controlled. His movements stayed quiet. Every strike was fast, efficient, and brutal.

Next came the survivor from Group 1. Rutaba crawled through rubble until he was right behind the enemy. When the soldier laughed and raised his foot to stomp Inugami again, Rutaba launched forward in total silence. He executed a quick Meteor Smash Rush — dropping with a knee to the spine followed by a heavy hammerfist to the back of the head. The soldier collapsed. Rutaba dragged the body into a collapsed alley and buried it under debris.

Now only the three soldiers from Group 2 remained the ones who had ambushed and were still beating Inugami.

They were laughing and taunting as they continued kicking and stomping.

Soldier 1: “Hahaha, don’t tell me that’s all you got, human?”

Soldier 2: “Come on, what’s the matter!?”

Soldier 3: “Fight back!”

Thalia’s voice drifted down from above. “Geez, this was easier than I thought.”

Rutaba’s jaw clenched. He slipped through the smoke and took cover behind a collapsed wall just yards away. He waited, watching their backs, breathing slow and controlled. The second all three soldiers were fully focused on Inugami, laughing as they kept up the beating, Rutaba moved.

He exploded forward in total silence. He jumped onto the back of the closest soldier and unleashed a silent Furious Rush— rapid elbows and punches to the neck and head until the body went limp. He rode the soldier down and finished with a crushing knee strike.

The second soldier started turning. Rutaba was already there. He grabbed the arm, twisted it behind the back, and drove a heavy Meteor Smash hammerfist into the side of the head, then shoved the soldier hard into the third, making them crash into each other.

Before they could recover, Rutaba attacked again. A low sweeping kick took the legs out from under one. A powerful punch to the ribs folded the other. He moved fast and quiet, never staying in one place, using their own bodies and the rubble around them against them. One final elbow to the jaw. One last kick to the side of the head. All three soldiers went down hard, groaning and collapsing into the debris.

The area fell quiet except for the distant fires and collapsing buildings.

Rutaba dropped down beside Inugami immediately, his small chest heaving as he knelt next to his friend. His hands hovered carefully, checking for injuries. His voice was quiet but shaking with worry.

“Inugami… I’m here. I got you.”

He stayed low and protective, eyes scanning the smoke for any more threats, ready to move again if needed. His friend wasn’t alone anymore.

Rutaba’s Stats

Stamina / Health- 1,100
Strength / Attack - 1,750
Durability / Defense - 1,200
Speed / Agility - 2,350
Intelligence- 345
Ki Control - 550
Total Battle Power - 7,295


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[King]

The messenger bag bounced against Kaizen's side as he cut through the sky at rapid movement. The wind roared past him, but his attention wasn't on the clouds or the landscape below. It was on the people in need, one by one energy signatures were vanishing again. His expression tightened. The city eventually came into view through the distance. At first it looked normal, then he noticed the smoke, followed by, fire and collapsed buildings. His speed gradually decreased. Instead of rushing straight into the battlefield, Kaizen pulled back on his momentum and allowed himself to drift higher into the cloud cover. His eyes narrowed as he observed the situation below. There were several invaders spread throughout the city. While they were engaged in combat with two individuals below, there was a woman, she wasn't fighting, she was watching.

"Well.. Pretty sure she's not here for tourism."

A dry sigh escaped him. From the distance he'd been at, the chances of her noticing would've been low, Kaizen intended to keep it that way. His gaze moved across the battlefield. The smaller battles were important but removing the leader would lead to confusion. Confusion would give them time to save those in need. His eyes returned to the leader. The calm expression disappeared from his face. He started to focus. The energy within' his body had never been dormant. Ki was always present, constantly flowing. Most people imagined it as a battery waiting to be switched on, but that wasn't how he experienced it. To him, it felt more like a river hidden beneath the surface.

The countless thoughts racing through his head suddenly narrowed down to a single point. Streams of ki began gathering together. Energy flowed through his muscles, he wasn't forcing it. Instead, he was guiding it, drawing it forth. Proof of this was shown through a whitish surge surfaced outside of his body. Tiny sparks danced across his skin before dissolving into the atmosphere. The messenger bag remained secure at his side while his arm slowly extended upward to the sky, his fingers spread apart and palm upward. The gathered ki responded simultaneously. Energy flowed from throughout his body toward his raised hand. Not violently. Not explosively. Thousands upon thousands of of tiny currents converging above his palm. They compressed together under his control, flattening rather then expanding.

A thin line of golden light appeared above his finger tips. The line widened and curved as it started to rotate. The technique hummed softly as it spun faster and faster. Golden energy condensed along its razor thin perimeter while the center remained almost translucent. Every rotation compressed the ki further. Sharpening it further. The surrounding air distorted from the pressure. Not enough to announce his presence yet but he kept feeding it.


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[Story]

Soldier Stats​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina/ health​	500​
Strength/ Attack​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Durability/ Defense​	1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)​
Agility/ Speed​	1666(x5 From Racial trait-8,333)​
Magic/ Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)​	5,000 Baseline​

Down below, the 4 soldiers who had been attacking the city were taken out effortlessly by the young saiyan, the brutal combination had left one of the soldier's bodies covered in small but deep fist wounds and the armor was shattered entirely. The 2nd had her chest armor broken where the kid's knees had connected with her, and completely caved in her chest, leaving her still alive but slowly dying while being embedded into a wall from the impact. The last 2 tried attacking but the moment they had turned around, the child had already disappeared from their sights which made them think they were just hearing things since they couldn't see their partners or confirm they had been taken out. During those crucial moments, the child exited out once more crushing the bodies of the remaining 2 from the first group with his overwhelming in and out tactics and heavy blows. Next, the remaining soldier of one of the 2 trios attacking inugami had been disposed of next with a swift flurry of attacks from the saiyan then being finished off with a powerful knee to the spine which caused the valtraxian soldier to fall over and finally the fist to the back of head caused the head of this soldier to cave in from behind.

However, the remaining 3 now had their sites on both Inugami as well as the kid who had just taken out one of their teammates right in front of them. As such, when the kid tried darting off to another hiding spot, one of them followed the boy while the other cut him off from a different angle. Ultimately cornering Rutabaga between both soldiers; Rushing him at the same time, their attacks came in sync with one another as the first threw a full speed punch at the jaw of the saiyan while the other followed with a sweep kick to the back of his legs. From there, the two Valtraxian soldiers will continue their assault by juggling the saiyan in the air before both did a kick to the gut, which will cause the kid to slam hard into the side of a building just to crash haflway though with his head handing outside the building, and his legs below the knee still inside. Meanwhile, the final one will have reached down to pick up Inugami by the throat with a smile on her face.
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Lady Soldier: You should have minded your own business.​

With that, she'd thrust her free hand forward with all her speed & strength to put a whole straight through the chest of Inugami, breaking through his bones and ripping through his skin and tissue.
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Lady Soldier: How sad, that poor child is going to die next because of your stupid interferance.​

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Outside, still watching everything unfold from above was Thalia; she hadn't lifted a finger to help her subordinates as she deemed it entirely pointless. If these soldiers couldn't dispel of a couple aliens, they weren't worth protecting and deserved to die. Unbeknowest to her, there was another warrior closing in and preparing something behind her.
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Thalia: You lot are pitiful. The remaining 3 of you had better take care of this or i'll kill you myself.​

Thalia Stats​

Main Categories​	Stat Points​
Stamina / Health (Not Included As Part Of PL)​	900​
Strength / Attack​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Durability / Defense​	3,000 (x2 From Racial trait - 6,000)​
Agility / Speed​	3,000 (x5 From Racial trait - 15,000)​
Magic / Intelligence​	0​
Ki Control​	0​
Total (Ki Reserves / Battle Power)​	9,000 Baseline​

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[Deleted member 18]

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… His voyage had been long.

Through star fields and dead galaxies, he pushed on…

Dead worlds…

Friends… no, associates, lost…

Time passed on through the generations, and still he remained…

His time with the other valtraxians was tiring. None of them understood him…
Or, perhaps, never even cared to try.

The food offered on the star cruiser was lackluster and missing the sweet tinge of protein that he’d come to not only enjoy but also develop a near carnal desire for. The days turned into weeks of being forced into proximity with his own kind - forced to partake in their customs, respect their laws, and dine on their cuisine consisting of various artificial supplements found during their travels and conquest of new planets into their folds. Though on a mission of subterfuge and galactic espionage, their methods remained the same. Perhaps that is why the stranger came to them so long ago, when Conrad was still but a recruit into the Valtraxian Interstellar Militia, establishing his dominance and turning them into a blade to be wielded against his enemy. And just like them, this entity thought to turn the inhabitants of Earth into his Death dealers, though unbeknownst to them. Their actions today would no doubt be but the first domino to fall in a war that would shake the very foundations of the Universe.

Not that Conrad cared for such things…

As his muscular, gargantuan figure stomped through the hallways of the Star cruiser as they neared their target, he saw fear in his comrades' eyes, and their bodies shrank at the mere sight of this commander. While this would upset others, it only brought a sense of anger and pity to the forefront of Conrad’s mind. How weak the new generations were to quake in fear of him… Rather, find the courage and vigor to lurch forth, rip out his throat, and finally end his life. A gift he silently begged for every day. A moment where he could relive the happiest moments of his life all at once. All of the cruelty. All of the brutal acts. The tears, the screams, the breaking of bones and the decimation of civilizations. The only task he was ever found useful for…

“The Bold Advisor”...

What a joke…

His name meant wise counselor in several differing alien dialects, however, the secondary meaning held more truth to Conrad’s existence… Bold… Brave… This secondary meaning would later be warped into something entirely different than that of the common understanding of these words. They now stood for the bold ambitions of the Valtraxian empire. Embodied in a vessel meant to brave new realms and bring them, all of them, to heel… A tool of the imperial seat, a weapon of the grand regent, a punishment set upon his realm. He wasn’t a mere soldier. Some mediocre commander… He was the executioner of the Regent’s grand will. He was the blade that would sweep through the galaxy and cut loose the weak, or bring them under his control to be subjugated and used as fodder or incubation to further the Regent’s purpose.

Entering into the main control room of his personal cruiser, the team assigned to him sat about the varying operating mechanisms and weaponry systems, quickly snapped to attention to greet their commandant. Those closest to the door nearly tripped over themselves, backing away several feet the moment the presence of their leader entered the room, bringing even more shame to Conrad as he felt regret to even be in the same species as such weak specimens as those that stood before him. Though similar in many ways to them, their experience gap made them almost entirely different. They have seen conflict. He has caused the end of numerous worlds. They have committed murder. He has committed genocides, matricide, patricide, infanticide… His depravities knew no end. Walking to the center command unit, he stared out of the clear composite shielding that made the front of their ship, allowing him to see the devastation that had already taken place within the city.


Cadet #1: “Sir, we have reached Centra--”

Conrad: “Do you think they expect us…”

Cadet #1: “I-- Uh, I don’t think they---”

Cadet #6: “Readings suggest that Thalia has already begun engagement with the enemy…”

Conrad: “He-he… She always was a feisty one.”

Cadet #3: “We can move into position with Thalia’s units and engage the--”

Conrad: “Do you think I care about your stupid formations?... Keep talking and I’ll show you why the call me the Descecrator…”

Cadet #3: “I-- uh, sir, yes sir…”

Conrad: “Activate camouflaging and get in closer… I want to see what all the fuss has been about…”

The terror looming within the threats hidden in the playful candor of this man brought a lump to the throats of those who quickly silenced themselves and moved to shift the ship’s position towards that of the ongoing conflict of the Commander - Thalia. While ordered to do so, it was actually their hope that this beast of a Valtraxian would inquire about his supposed partners - praying that one of them could stave off the urges of one of the most violent beings within their race. Moving at speeds that far outshone that of humanity's greatest achievements, this ship would suddenly tear across the skies of Central City before coming to an immediate and slow stop just outside the perimeters of the ongoing battle. Like prismatic shards, the shielding over the ship would shimmer before settling in an alternating camouflage that reflected the image of its surroundings to create the appearance of empty space. From the safety of their ship, each of them looked out towards the crystalized shielding, and they witnessed as Thalia still stood proudly in the face of two of Earth’s defenders.
Both of which appeared to be children…

Conrad: “... This…

This is all they have to offer me?

I came all this way for this?

How pitiful…

Thalia wastes my time…”

At first, Conrad appeared, if only slightly frustrated, calm and dismissive of the battle that ensued. Stepping around his central command station, he walked towards the front of the ship so that its crystalline interior shield was but inches from his nose. It was then that he would take notice of one of the children in particular. One brimming with energy. One wielding the very elements at his fingertips. Conrad’s face, stagnant at first, started to slightly shift as a smile tugged at the corners of his face. Vibrant… Energetic… Young… Meat not yet tainted and tough… Playthings not yet spoiled or desecrated… Just like that, another would enter the fray, zooming across the skies at speeds that rivaled a young Valtraxian’s. Entering the City with an almost strategic sense, if not for Conrad’s ship's positioning and the obvious humanoid figure flying through the air, they may have missed his entrance. Waving his hand, Conrad motioned for the crew to bring his ship in to pursue this new combatant into the cloud coverage above.

Conrad: “Well well well… that’s interesting…”

Through his attentive command and leadership, it was then this crew of Valtraxians would take notice of this new Earthly combatant attempting something strange. Lifting his hand above his head, the systems of their ship picked up a small cluster of energy condensing and growing at a rapid pace. Moving to fortify the ship’s defenses, several Valtraxians swiveled within the chairs in order to reach the necessary controls to divert power to the vessel’s shielding and thruster systems in case of catastrophic events… But to Conrad… This was but another invasion. Another enemy… Another prey…

Conrad: “Open Hanger Bay Alpha”

Cadet #2: “But, sir?”

His reaction was swift…

The death of this nameless cadet meant nothing to Conrad.
His arm shot out at blinding speeds, wrapping his overwhelmingly large hands about the man’s entire lower half of his face and neck, quickly squeezing and snapping his hands back towards Conrad’s own chest… and with it.. Came everything that sat within the Desecrator’s grip. Teeth, lips, jawbone, nose, throat, and spine all came loose from the Valtraxian’s skull and were forfeit to the mad commander’s vicegrip. A sickening squelch could be heard before the man’s head exploded with a shower of blood, drenching the interior of the ship with their comrade’s blood… And yet, not one soldier screamed. Not one moved from their position. Not one wished to die. Shaking and trembling, they turned from their partner… their friend… their brother… They instead turned from him to continue the pursuit of their target, refusing to visually engage with the floundering body of the dying man, hoping that his death came before theirs or that they reached another commander in time. None wished to come on this mission. Not with him. Not with Conrad… And yet, as criminals themselves, they were sent upon this Suicide squad led by the mad jailer himself, hoping to expunge their own crimes… Or die trying…

Raising the fallen’s flesh up to his own mouth and taking a sickening bite of the man’s viscera, consuming of his own kind, Conrad looked over his shoulder to again address his crew. Their fearful forms shaking in their seats in fear that they would be next to feel his retribution, flinching at every terrible crunch as Conrad’s own molars ground down the bones and teeth of their dying friend. Trapped within a cosmic shell with a living nightmare. Of course, that’s how they saw him. How could they not? And Conrad… Conrad secretively pitied them for it…

Conrad: “Would anyone else like to give advice? ~CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUUUNCH~ Or will you just do your DAMN JOBS…”

Cadet #1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10: “SIR, YES SIR!!!”

Loyalty through fear…

The only kind of loyalty that Conrad had ever known…

It was not a feeling of success or happiness that washed over him in this moment of subjugation… No. Only a simmering boil of anger. A festering feeling of discomfort. A self-hatred that only pushed him into further or crueler atrocities. For why could they be more like him? Why was his only available option of communication dominance? Why could they not feel the longing for connection? The need for interaction pushed further than driving his hands into the carcasses of the fallen just so he could finally feel the warmth of a physical embrace…

His mind fell upon a simple conclusion…

Because they were weak…

Spitting a sharp fragment of the fractured canine belonging to cadet #2 into the screen, cracking the surface and lodging itself within the resilient nexus glass, Conrad cleared his throat with an abrupt cough that made everyone in the room jump at the sudden bark. Looking over to the readings detailing the short distance between their camouflaged vessel and the flying defender, he felt it reasonable to choose this person as his first victim - preventing his intrusion into the ongoing fray below.

Conrad: “Don’t make me repeat myself…”

adet #9: “Hanger Door Alpha, Open!!!”

Conrad: “Good boy… Engage with the younglings, I wish to test something…”

Cadets 1-10: “SIR, YES SIR!!!”

With a smooth metallic ~SHINK~, the hanger door flew open, removing the crystalline front-facing shield so that only the particle shielding protected and separated them from the world outside. Though they flew at tremendous speeds to get to their position and to tail their new target, now they sat in a lackadaisical hover only a league behind the child they had been tracking using heat signature and sonar. The most logical reasoning behind this choice was simple…

The boy was alone.

Like a babe left out from the pack…

Defenseless…

A prime target.

Before the boy could turn to realize the silent thrusters of their ship or the sudden appearance of the interior of their vessel, Conrad would depart from his crew - leaving their hearts all the more lighter in the exchange. The moment the commander stepped from the ship, hovering within the clouds above, their ship would close the hanger doors and jettison down towards Thalia and her units in order to offer their assistance. They trusted in their commander… Or more so, they knew that the monster they feared would not go into death’s sweet embrace quietly. Or, the truth… They simply did not care. The beast of Valtrax was that boy’s problem now…

What appeared at first as a simple jump, launched Conrad forth and through the clouds at blinding speeds. A contradiction, as he used his forward motion of flight in tandem with a walking motion to give the appearance of a single step sending him across the distances of his initial drop-off point to only mere feet behind the boy who thought himself hidden amongst the clouds. The glowing source of energy concentrating within the child’s palm gave away his positioning further, while his own concentration seemed to be what poured power into the creation of this technique. To think that one thought they had time to focus in the face of the Valtraxian Empire. While disguised as mere Saiyans of the Tundra Force, it was still an insult to the efforts and abilities of those present and conquering of this feeble planet. This was a slight, and one that would not, could not, stand. Raising his own right hand high above his head and extending of his left hand before him mid-flight towards the backside of this child, Conrad would aim to approach at nearly his top speed so that his left hand might slam into the back of (Kaizen) the child’s head - while his right hand swung down at incredible speeds aimed at the child’s upraised arm carrying the strange source of energy. Hoping not only to catch him off guard, but to immobilize and disable the child and his strange technique… The Hunt of Conrad had begun…

Not with words…

Not with threats…

But with straightforward cruelty and brazen brutality…

For them to converse, one must first learn of whom they are conversing with…

And this child would come to know Conrad…

Intimately…

Conrad: “He-he-he-he…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

If allowed, Conrad’s left hand would slam into the back of the child’s head at the moment his laughter began, leaving no room for announcement of this new threat. Pushing the child forward with the same force of his entrance, he would attempt to continuously shove the child downward as his right moved to act. Bringing his right arm downward as his hand tightened into a blade-like fashion, he would aim just above the child’s raised shoulder, hoping to take/cleave the entire arm as a simple greeting between these two fighters. With the velocity of his entrance and the force of impact, this should in fact disrupt the child’s technique and send his arm flailing backwards, exposing the limb to Conrad’s assault. Not stopping there, with Conrad’s strength and speed used to blitz the child as his grand entrance, he hoped to push both him and the child - regardless if his right hand sliced the boy’s arm clean off - back into the fray below. There, he would, if still in contact, simply aim towards the flame-wielding child and throw the remaining form of his capture victim into the boy at full strength as Conrad rejoined his fellow commander. There would be no running from extermination. No hiding from extinction… No escaping from Conrad… Grinning as his hand aimed to wrap about the entirety of the child’s skull from behind as they would expediently begin to descend, he knew from initial contact, there wouldn’t be much the child could do but squirm and plead from within his grip…

Conrad: “Hello Boy!!! DON’T I GET A WELCOME TOO?”


Conrad Stat Points
Stamina/ health- 900
Strength/ Attack- 3000 (x2 From Racial trait-6000)
Durability/ Defense- 3000 (x2 From Racial trait-6000)
Agility/ Speed - 3000(x5 From Racial trait-15,000)
Magic/ Intelligence- 0
Ki Control- 0
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)= 9,000 Baseline

Cadet #1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Stat Points
Stamina/ health- 500
Strength/ Attack- 1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)
Durability/ Defense- 1666 (x2 From Racial trait-3333)
Agility/ Speed - 1666(x5 From Racial trait-8,333)
Magic/ Intelligence- 0
Ki Control- 0
Total (Ki Reserves/ Battle Power)= 5,000 Baseline​

 

[WarriorofSpaceBooty]

After Rutaba saved him from a group stomp-out, Inugami got up, feeling frustrated that he had been outnumbered and surprised by a rear attack from behind. He felt anger boil up inside him as he replayed how he was able to kill the two he managed to strike down, but then he saw stars when he was attacked. He felt his anger push forward as a female Valtraxian snatched him up by the throat, feeling the steel grip dig into his skin, almost reaching out to grasp the arm holding him up. However, he felt his anger rise when he heard this woman talk to him with a tone of superiority in her voice that caused his body to emit heat, and seeing the smile on her face made him want to split the monster in half. Seeing her thrust a hand at him, Inugami channels his speed and strength to 2,083 to a spear she would never expect. In place of flesh, her hand met a flaming spear that erupted from the same chest she was aiming for, which is now ripping her entire arm apart.
However, it didn't stop there, as it severely severed her joints, the medial epicondyle of the humerus, biceps brachii, pectoralis major, deltoid, and clavicle, causing the whole arm to be completely cut down in half and up the shoulder, resulting in blood spurting heavily from the severe injury. The rage in his eyes was unmatched by that of his friends, monks, or master, and he showed it with a roar as he emitted four more flaming spears from his chest, impaling the female Valtraxian, but not yet satisfied. Ripping her grip from his throat, slamming his left fist into the jaw of the bleeding out woman before conjuring another spear and swiftly decapitating her head off her shoulders, in his eyes held contempt and pure disgust at these alien invaders who came to his home, the female Valtraxian's final moments being such a boy's intense and hateful glare as the light left her eyes. A young boy didn't want to leave her body as it was, so he grabbed the head and stared at it as he descended, locked eyes with the dead woman's head for a moment before a loud, bloodthirsty voice announced himself to the world, to the warriors who were defending Earth from conquerors who desired to claim and rule over a place that would not yield.
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[Rutaba]

Rutaba never saw the second kick coming. One moment he was still trying to shake off the punch that had snapped his head sideways. The next, both Valtraxian soldiers were all over him.

The world turned into a messy blur of pain. A fist smashed into his ribs. A knee drove hard into his stomach. A kick slammed across his back. Another strike caught him right in the side of the head. Every time he tried to get his feet back under him, another attack came right away. Every little opening he tried to make got crushed before he could use it. The two soldiers worked together with brutal efficiency, never giving him any room to breathe or think straight.

Pain exploded through his whole body. His ribs screamed. His stomach felt like it caved in. His vision kept blurring. Then the final kick landed. It hit his gut like a truck going full speed. All the air rushed out of his lungs.

The whole city spun around him. And then he crashed into the building. Concrete exploded outward as his body tore straight through the side of the structure. Glass shattered everywhere. Steel beams screamed as they bent. Whole offices got wiped out in the path he left behind. He smashed through room after room before finally getting buried deep inside the broken building.

Everything went quiet for a moment. Rutaba just hung there, not moving. His ears were ringing bad. His vision kept doubling. Everything hurt so much. Blood trickled down the side of his face. One arm felt completely numb. Every single breath burned like fire in his chest. The old Rutaba would have charged straight back out there right away, screaming and swinging wild, trying to prove he was tougher and that he could win anyway. But that Rutaba was gone. Zhongli had buried him under a mountain of bruises and lessons. Observe. Think. Adapt. The lesson wasn’t about being stronger than the attack. It was about surviving long enough to figure it out.

Slowly, Rutaba pulled himself free from the rubble. His legs almost gave out under him. Those two soldiers had completely overwhelmed him in a straight fight. There was no point pretending otherwise. If he tried the same thing again, it would get him killed. And if he died here… the Earth and everyone would die too. That thought cut through all the pain like a knife. The panic disappeared. His breathing slowed down. His mind got clearer. Something shifted behind his eyes. All the childish frustration, all the reckless excitement, all the need to prove himself — it all faded away. What was left was the part Zhongli had quietly forged in him. The part some people jokingly called Rutabaga. Not stronger. Not faster. Just colder. Sharper. More dangerous.

Rutaba lowered himself into a crouch and started moving deeper into the broken building. The place was barely holding together. Collapsed offices created narrow little pathways. Broken support columns leaned at weird, dangerous angles. Twisted steel hung from the shattered ceilings. Whole floors had caved in halfway. It wasn’t a building anymore. It was a trap waiting to be used. And unlike the soldiers hunting him, Rutaba was small enough to slip through all of it. Outside he could hear them coming. Heavy footsteps. Confident footsteps. The footsteps of guys who thought the fight was already over.

Rutaba crouched behind a collapsed wall and peeked through a narrow gap. One soldier stayed outside. The other came in. Exactly what he wanted. Not because they were dumb. Because they were hunters. Hunters always spread out when they’re tracking something. And divided enemies were way easier to deal with. Rutaba waited.

The soldier started searching room after room. Walls exploded under heavy punches. Debris got kicked aside. Whole sections got torn apart without any care. Rutaba never attacked right away. He just watched. The same way Zhongli taught him to watch the stones. Not the attack itself. The rhythm. The pattern. The little openings. Every move the soldier made told him something. Every decision showed a weakness.

The Valtraxian soldier kept pushing deeper into the building. Farther from his partner. Farther from support. Farther from safety. Rutaba followed him from above, silent and patient, staying completely out of sight. The soldier finally paused in another ruined office to look around. That was the moment. Rutaba dropped. Both feet landed hard between the soldier’s shoulders. Not enough to finish him. Just enough to make him stumble forward. Rutaba immediately launched away before the counterattack could land. The soldier’s angry punch smashed straight through an office wall. Concrete exploded. The whole building shook. Rutaba noticed it right away. One of the support columns had cracked. A tiny, cold grin appeared on his face. Now he had a plan.

The soldier roared and charged after him. Rutaba ran. Not away. Through the building. He led the Valtraxian deeper and deeper. Every missed punch shattered another wall. Every angry kick weakened another support beam. Every frustrated swing did more damage to the structure. Rutaba never stopped moving. Never gave him a clean shot. Never tried to fight fair. The soldier got angrier and sloppier with every second. Exactly what Rutaba wanted. The building started groaning loudly. Support columns snapped. Whole sections began to shift. Rutaba reached the weakest floor and dove straight through a shattered window. The soldier lunged after him. Half a second later the entire inside of the building gave way. The collapse sounded like thunder.

Floors pancaked on top of each other. Concrete slabs smashed together. Steel beams twisted and broke. Thousands of tons of debris swallowed the soldier whole. The shockwave rolled out into the streets. Dust exploded into the sky. The building was just… gone.

Rutaba landed hard on a neighboring rooftop. Pain shot through his legs. His ribs screamed. His shoulder almost gave out. But he stayed on his feet. And one soldier was gone. Completely gone. The collapse had been total. No movement. No sounds. No escape. The building had become his grave. Rutaba didn’t waste time staring. The second soldier would already be looking for him. He disappeared back into the smoke. The ruined city hid him. The fires hid him. The chaos hid him.

Minutes passed. The last Valtraxian searched everywhere, getting more and more frustrated. Rutaba watched. Learned. Waited. The soldier finally climbed up onto a big pile of rubble for a better view. Big mistake. That high spot left him wide open. Rutaba moved right away. Not straight at the soldier. Toward the already damaged road underneath him. The street had been weakened by all the earlier fighting. Collapsed sewer tunnels had hollowed out the ground. Cracks ran everywhere through the asphalt. Rutaba quietly wedged loose rebar and broken pieces deeper into the weak spots. Then another. Then another. Not enough to bring it down right away. Just enough to make it ready to fail.


The soldier finally spotted him. The chase started again. The Valtraxian charged hard. Rutaba ran. The distance closed fast. He could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer. One wrong move and it would be over. The broken road got closer. Rutaba leaped across it. The soldier followed right behind. The weakened ground finally gave out. The entire street collapsed under the soldier’s weight.

Concrete shattered. Asphalt folded inward. The soldier dropped straight into the sinkhole below. Rutaba landed, rolled, and turned around fast. The Valtraxian wasn’t dead. He was already trying to climb out. Just like Rutaba expected. He started grabbing concrete slabs and shoving them over the edge. Then more. Twisted steel. Broken streetlights. Collapsed beams. Anything heavy he could find. The soldier fought hard to pull himself free. Rutaba made sure every try got harder. The sinkhole kept widening. The tunnels underneath finally gave out completely. The ground collapsed again. And again. The earth itself opened up. Concrete. Steel. Asphalt. Dirt. Everything came crashing down. The soldier disappeared under a second avalanche. Then a third. The whole roadway folded in and buried him under thousands of tons of debris. A hand briefly pushed through the rubble. Then it vanished. The shifting ground swallowed it.

Silence. Nothing moved. Nothing came out. The ruined street settled. The trap had become a tomb. Rutaba stood there for a few seconds, breathing hard. Watching. Waiting. No movement. No escape. No second chance. Both soldiers were gone. Neither would be going back to Thalia. Neither would be hurting anyone else. Neither would be destroying more of Earth.

Rutaba finally stopped. His body was trembling. His chest rose and fell heavily. Sweat dripped down his face. Everything hurt so bad. He hadn’t won a fair fight. He knew that. A fair fight would have gone very differently. But fairness wasn’t the point. Protecting people was. Protecting Earth was. Protecting Inugami was.

The path was finally clear. Rutaba looked toward the smoke. Toward the fighting. Toward where his friend still needed him. His turquoise eyes hardened. No more hesitation.

No more fear. Just purpose. Then, without another word, the small Saiyan disappeared back into the ruins. Silent. Focused. Relentless. And a lot more dangerous than anyone had given him credit.

Rutabaga’s Stats
Health / Stamina- 1,100
Strength / Attack - 1,650
Durability / Defense- 1,150
Agility / Speed - 2,250
Intelligence- 790
Ki Control - 355
Total Battle Power- 7,295
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[King]

The Disc continued to conjure together above his palm, he was close, very close until..Kaizen felt the pressure behind him a fraction too late. He noticed the air pressure pressing into his back. Whatever came through the clouds behind him was fast. Too fast for him to pretend that he could slip away and act like everything was fine. The moment Conrad closed the gap, Kaizen knew the situation went from ambush to survival. The first impact came hard, his opponent's hand caught him from behind before Kaizen could fully turn, forcing his body to jerk forward, breaking the posture he had been holding while forming the Severing Disc technique. Pain shot through him immediately, sharp enough to make his jaw clench, but not enough to make him lose himself to panic.

Conrad's second strike was coming for his arm, aiming to ruin the technique before Kaizen could use it. Under normal circumstances, that would've been the best choice on his end. The moment his stance was broken Kaizen stopped trying to keep the technique perfectly above him. His fingers twitched, and the spinning disc tilted violently backward, its razor thin edge dropping from above his palm towards the space behind his shoulder. It wasn't a clean throw, it was meant to be rushed because Conrad got too close too fast.

The golden disc screamed through the air as it shifted angles, its edge cutting a sharp path near the line Conrad's attacking arm would have to pass through if he continued pressing the assault. Kaizen's body was still being forced forward, but his eyes were sharpened, his body pushing through the pain. If Conrad kept pushing, he'd be forfeiting his arm to the incomplete disc.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to touch sharp things?"

The joke came out strained. Kaizen's body twisted with the force instead of resisting it, letting Conrad's momentum carry him just enough to avoid being locked in place while using a small burst of ki from his feet and shoulders to change the angle of his descent. His free hand came up close to his head, protecting himself from the worst of the pressure while the incomplete technique did its job. The spinning blade continued to carve through the air near them, forcing a split-second decision in a space where even a faster opponent had to respect the danger of contact.

"You're just as charming as you look."

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