[Namek] Super Fun Happy Making Friends Time

[Prototype]

Robert paced back and forth near the shattered window of the high rise apartment, his resolve as broken as the glass that crackled beneath his feet. He gripped the mobile phone in his hand in a vice grip that he hadn't even noticed, his eyes drawing trails through the carpets. Every now and then he looked out into the sprawling city of Ja, finding some peace in the tranquil view, and other times he spotted Vad, cross armed and staring daggers at him. Daggers that were extra sharp and dipped in the most volatile poison known to man. Robert unconsciously took a step away from the exposed window whenever he caught Vad's cold eyes.

He whipped out a blank check and held it against the wall with the back of his hand while simultaneously writing out the necessary details. "No, a wall. Yeah, you know, those four things around you that make up a room? ... I don't know. Hold on, I'll find out." Robert put his hand over the phone's receiver. "Hey, uh ... guy, what do you want this wall made out of?"

Vad simply stared at Robert. The disconcerted human swallowed hard, deciding to choose for him. "Uh ... something strong, I guess?" When Vad didn't seem to object, he continued. "So, metal. Of some kind. ... No I don't know. Probably something resistant to bombs and bullets and what have you. ... You're asking too many questions! I need this wall built yesterday!"

It was starting to click. A wall around the major spaceport of Ja. A silent warrior type waiting for the storm. This guy was somehow linked to that message that he deciphered during the afternoon. He was interested in protecting Namek just like he was. Well, to be fair, Robert was chasing the thrill of adventure rather than bowing to a sense of altruism, but it hardly mattered. He had a sidekick!

Not that he would say that to his face.

Robert flipped the phone back into one piece. "It's been ordered and the wall will commence building tonight. I had to pull more strings than a puppeteer, but it's happening."

Vad wasn't paying the vandal any attention. The woman, Trixie, wasn't as unsocial as her husband. "That's good news. The sooner the wall goes up, the better."

Robert was way out of his depth, but that little voice ordering him to find thrills was too authoritative. "So you guys know about the incoming ... uh ... invasion?"

"That's what we're preparing for," Trixie answered. "We know that having patrols to protect the space port is simply not viable. We're thinking that a defensive perimeter might be enough to hold back the invaders."

"Why just the space port?" Robert inquired, his trepidation vanishing.

"Well, we can only protect one thing at a time," she said. "Besides, the space port is of vital strategic importance. If Namek lost its only way on and off the planet, everyone here could be trapped."

"Yes, I can see your point," Robert replied, stroking his chin. "That's it! I've decided."

"Decided what?" Vad, for the first time, said.

"Uh ... well ... if it's OK with you two, I'd like to join your efforts to protect the space port."

Vad and Trixie looked at each other before the demoness spoke. "You?"

"Yeah!" Robert replied enthusiastically. "I know I don't look like much, but trust me, I'm an awesome warrior!"

Trixie looked back to her saiyan husband. "He is helping us out with the wall. Extra help wouldn't hurt, even if all he can do is fire a pistol. If he's terrible, he'll die anyway."

Robert stared at Vad with hopeful eyes, knowing the final word had to come from him. His permanent scowl suggested that his hope was in vain, but he didn't exactly say no at the first break in his wife's statement. What a rush it would be to engage the enemy as Prototype on alien terrain with his stoic, metal clad soldier! Robert wasn't even sure of the limitations of his suit yet, but he felt that this Vad and Trixie could definitely assist in pushing the boundaries.

"As long as he stays out of my way," Vad agreed coldly.

"That's a yes!" Robert yelled, pumping a fist in the air. "Oh, uh ... I mean, that's cool."

Vad turned around and headed towards the kitchen, one of the few areas unaffected by Robert's terrible driving skill. As he spun, the Capsule Corporation inventor identified an appendage that didn't normally belong to humans. A brown, furry tail.

A tail?

His instinct was to call it out, but in his current situation that may have earned him further unwanted ire. He scrutinised it; was it an actual extra limb, perhaps a result of slow evolution? Or was it simply a decoration, or perhaps holding sentimental value to the warrior? It seemed to move about as if it were alive, but that fact didn't help Robert any.

He decided to keep his mouth shut and looked back over the sprawling metropolis of Ja City. They had no idea what was coming, and neither did Robert.

That's what excited him the most.

[Vad]

Nothing frustrated a veteran soldier more than meeting someone who was eager to experience the thrills and horrors he himself had been through. It wasn't out of compassion, no, it was the fact that people as green as Robert were terrible in combat situations. Logic told the newly frustrated saiyan that Robert was going to have to experience combat at some point. A voice from within, that from which did not originate from Trixie, told him that he should make sure the scientists experience was as painless as possible.

Much like Vad had done for Sage back on Earth, and during their mission on Frost. As the images of Frost entered his mind he could feel his breathing hasten. His mind isolated on his newly formed tail; he carefully felt out it's movement in the back of his mind. The Icerian henchman placing his original appendage on the metal table covered in blood sent a chill down his spine.

Was he becoming less animal and more...human?

Trixie placed both hands on her husband's shoulders. Gently squeezing her fingers she began to massage him.

"Stop dwelling on something that happened over a year ago. You need to let go, my love."

Robert could sense, like most good natured people, that he had caused a great deal of stress to his new acquaintances. It also helped that his wife was now massaging Vad's shoulders, whilst gently kissing the black of his neck. He thought he could hear whispering, but decided not to think too much of it.

"I apologize. I did not mean to wreck your apartment." He offered.

Before Trixie could reply her husband fell backwards into her arms, out cold.

"Vad!" She shrieked, supporting his weight.

Laying him down gently onto the tile floor of the kitchen she placed a hand to his to his forehead. The mistress leaned in to listen for breathing and smiled widely when she realized he had just passed out from exhaustion.

"Is he okay? Do you need any help? I can-" Falconer started to ask.

Trixie interrupted him, her voice full of relief. "He's fine. A nap will do him some good. It's been months since we've been able to sleep decently.

With the help of Robert, Trixie moved her husband into the master bedroom and got him settled.

***

Trixie had relocated her stuff to the large office above the kitchen and brought Robert Falconer with her. He was holding a cup of herbal tea prepared by the saiyans wife. He didn't know what to say so he started with the basics.

"Who are you two?"

Trixie lifted her head from the newly created map of the spaceport drawn with the wall Robert had ordered. She nibbled on the end of her pencil, studying the man sitting on the couch in the office. Beatrix sat behind a large maple desk with her various books and documents covering it. A couch sat against the wall opposite the desk, adorned with a glass coffee table in front of it. A bookshelf rested behind the mistress to her right with an accent light.

Robert met Trixie's pink gaze and immediately looked away.

"I'm going to take a chance with you. I'm going to tell you who we are because you're helping us. You're going to be putting your life on the line with us and you need to know who you're working with."

She began fiddling with the pencil in her hands. "I'm Beatrix; Call me Trixie. That man in the other room is Vad, my husband. We're soldiers of a sort."

"Vad and Trixie." Robert repeated aloud, mostly to himself. He had heard of Vad somewhere before, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

The demonic mistress grinned, knowing exactly what her guest was thinking. Robert's eyes widened with horror as he linked Vad's name to a wanted bulletin about the Central City Massacre.

"It seems you've linked my husband to Central City in your mind." Trixie said as she snapped the pencil she was holding in two.

The redheaded beauty wrapped her hand around the kachin hilt of her gladius sheathed on her right thigh, beneath the desk. Leaning back into her chair she contemplated how quickly she should dismember Mr. Falconer. Her thoughts were stopped short when he mentioned what a colleague had told him.

"A colleague of mine was spreading rumors that Vad wasn't to blame. I vaguely remember him mentioning some sort of war crime conspiracy."

With a sexually frustrated sigh Beatrix relinquished her vice-grip hold on the bladed weapon. The thought of killing another person aroused her greatly.

"I know exactly who you're talking about. Regrettably I had to cut out his heart. His rumors were true and they needed to put down. Like I said initially I'm taking a risk by trusting you right off the bat. Tell me about yourself, Robert. Now that I've told who we are."

The human scientist was unsure of how to react to her statements. On one hand he was horrified; the woman sitting behind the desk before him had just mentioned a gruesome act of violence like it was nothing. On the other hand he was thrilled to be joining forces with them. They were no doubt going to be knee deep in the action when it started.

Their conversation was interrupted by the ring of the penthouse doorbell. Getting up from the desk Trixie held up an index finger to Robert indicating he should stay put; he did just that. Descending the balcony steps to the door she peered through the peephole. Drawing her sidearm she placed the barrel to the door and lined it up with the man's head as he stood awaiting her presence.

"What do you want, soldier?" She spoke through the oaken door.

"I was sent to alert you to the assembly of the wall. It is nearly complete and the Ja City military is beginning their deployment of tower armaments and defensive systems as per your request, Mistress Zulenka."

Sheathing her firearm Trixie opened the door and saluted the soldier. "Good work. Me and Vad will be down within the hour to begin briefing the security personnel as well as beginning our sweeps of the perimeter. I expect the Space Port should go condition red within the next couple of hours. Make sure all the civilians are safely away in the main building before you arm the security."

The private nodded and immediately rushed back down the hotel steps toward the forward command post located just outside the main terminal building. Nearby Namekian villages were being funneled into the space port and all those willing to fight were given field soldier commissions under the Namekian Militia.

Closing the apartment door Trixie began to ascend the balcony steps. Everything was going well so far.

Let's hope it stays that way.

[Chubbs Story Account]

Forces land, queue, prepare, encamp.

Pinpoints in the distance. All-around. A sea of yellow with other colors, more rare, mixed in.

The camps indicate that the invaders are prepared for the long haul. A siege, if necessary. Nevertheless, groups of assailants thrust forward, from all sides. Perhaps a test of the wall. Perhaps a called bluff.

The battle begins.

[Prototype]

It was all happening. The cryptic message was coming to fruition. Some form of unspecified invasion involving a force with the sparsest of descriptions was descending upon Planet Namek in the hopes of ... subduing the population? Conquest? That wasn't explicitly defined, but they were here and they weren't carrying white flags. No, this was a planetary incursion, and Robert was in the thick of it.

He stood with Vad and Trixie at the Ja City Space Port. A portion of the planet's militia had set up base with them, cradled behind the massive bomb resistant walls that had been constructed in less than a day, thanks to Robert's pull. While the material was repeatedly tested against explosions and basic munitions, Falconer realised that these yellow clad aliens may hold weaponry capable of burning through their only barricade with little trouble at all. Of course, that was speculation, and that didn't help any.

Vad had since awoken from his exhaustion induced nap but his stoic countenance and antisocial attitude seemed no better for it. The saiyan's focus had lifted from the vandalising human and switched to the upcoming battle. His eyes scoured the space port as if he were mentally taking stock of soldiers, supplies, defenses and weaponry. A strange concentrated calm radiated from the man, like he was bred for a situation just like this one.

At the behest of the tailed man and his wife, Robert enlisted in the militia. Apparently it was a good idea, but he didn't really see a reason why he couldn't be a free agent. Allying themselves with the only other protecting body on the world was indeed a smart choice resource wise, but he hadn't joined the borderline psychotic and his probably similar partner to take orders from some grey haired, star badged general. He was here for fun, to discover the full functionality of his power suit, and if there had to be a third thing, to safeguard the populace of Namek. He had every intention of breaking rank if he needed to.

Falconer never had a true chance to implement the potential of the power suit. Theoretically he knew what it was capable of, but its only field test was during a rather tame bank robbery. Still, it was nice to know that flight, bullet deflection and energy protection were all successful and reliable components of the technological armour, but what else of its design would work? A war would surely bring out its abilities to the forefront, for better or worse.

"So," Trixie said unexpectedly, making Robert jump a little, "this is your first time fighting?"

"On a grand scale like this? Yeah." Nerves were beginning to rise in the pit of his stomach.

"Do you really think you can go toe-to-toe with an unknown enemy like that?" she pointed out, indicating Robert's smart casual robe and clothes. The only visible weapon was a dagger stuffed into his belt.

Robert grinned, feeling confidence rebuild over his fear. "Oh, definitely not! I wouldn't be joining the fray in these tactically useless but stylish threads."

"So what are you going to do?" Trixie replied, folding her arms.

"You'll see," Robert said slyly, winking. "You'll see."

Vad shot him a cold stare, possibly catching the wink, and Robert dropped his cheeky disposition.

Suddenly an alarm siren blared through the space port. Vad instantly perked up. Militia troops scampered from end to end, rushing towards stockpiles of rifles, grenades, rocket launchers and whatever other tools of war they could strap to their bodies and crowd into their hands. The four gates, one on each wall, parted gradually. Something was happening, and it didn't take a military genius to see what.

Robert peered through the closest opening gate. An immense wave of wriggling yellow caterpillars blanketed the horizon, growing larger with every moment. Interspersed were other colours, but they were vastly overwhelmed by the sea of butter churning forward. Troops young and old stormed out of the gates, roaring viciously at the top of their lungs. Humans, nameks and small contributors of other unidentifiable races joined the ranks, spilling out into Ja City to greet the belligerent warmongers.

Impulsively Falconer dashed after them, but a smooth metal gauntlet caught his chest. Vad outstretched his arm, his eyes unmoving from the imminent battle outside. "Not yet."

"Not yet?!" Robert repeated, his heart pounding in his chest. "The war's out there! Let's go!"

"Don't be foolish, greenhorn," Trixie condemned, sharing the same analytical stare as her husband. "Let the peons start the fight. We'll learn from their deaths, see the enemy in action. That way we have an advantage when we enter combat."

"Oh," Robert realised. It made sense, but the voracious thrill seeker in him compelled him to chase after. "C'mon! Can't I just shoot one of them?"

Neither of his acquaintances answered, but Vad pushed him backwards, delivering their opinion. They weren't to engage.

"So ... when do we do it?" Robert asked like an impatient child.

"Soon," Trixie said. The gates to the massive barrier swung shut, protecting the space port. Members of the militia who hadn't charged into the initial butchering took defensive positions about the space port, prepared to defend the structure should the offensive fail. "We'll have a good idea of what we're up against."

"Does that mean I can get ready?" Robert questioned, hope gleaming in his eyes.

Trixie scrutinised him with arrogant eyes, snorted, then looked away again. "If you think you can get more ready than that."

Falconer experienced a great surge of elation in his core. Now it was time! How he waited for this moment!

"Stand back," he warned enthusiastically, taking a step away himself. Vad and Trixie ignored the comment. "I'm about to transform."

Robert lifted the flap of his belt, revealing a small capsule wedged beneath. He savoured the moment as he pressed the button atop it, fully aware of its implications.

The master capsule sent a wireless trigger to each of the other strategically placed capsules on Robert's person. One on each arm, one on each leg, one tied about his waist and the last hanging by a string around his neck. He felt each tiny marvel of technology oscillate in response to the transmitter, activating their amazing power of storage.

Robert was engulfed in a brusque cloud of white smoke along with a comical 'pop.' Behind the visibly impenetrable shroud, a mechanical suit was beginning its warm up routines. In an instant, Falconer was covered head to toe by the sophisticated battle-tech armour, creating an impressive and intimidating adversary. As each piece had unfurled, small electrical currents pulsing from a synthetic full body black suit connected each component through an artificial nervous system. The energy core in his chest suddenly increased its energy output several fold, linking with a similar module within the power suit. After a few brief moments, a confirmation noise emanated, indicating the sync between his neural system and the suit's conduits to be a success.

Robert was now Prototype.

He stepped out of the billowing smoke with heavy feet. A sharp, angular man stood in his place coloured in reds and whites. Large sturdy armour pieces adorned his arms, shoulders, chest and legs while leaving certain areas unshielded for flexibility, where the black suit could be seen. An emerald visor allowed Robert to see through the otherwise encompassing helmet, replete with dual spiked antennae jutting from either ear of the headgear.

The cores brimmed with an amazing surplus of power. Prototype moved his arms and legs about, attacking imaginary foes to warm up his body. The normally heavy and clunky metallic exoskeleton flowed as if it weighed nothing at all on him. After he was thoroughly sure of the suit's operational capacity, he turned to his two war mentors.

"Do I look more ready now?"

[Vad]

Vad's tail slowly became coated in metal and wrapped around the armored saiyan's waist. He lowered his head and closed his eyes in thought. The man raised around violence was ready to die. His goal was to keep the space port open and through thick and thin he was going to do just that. His only wish was that Trixie didn't have to die with him. I guess keeping Robert alive was good enough.

Death. Another path that the saiyan had read about in great detail in his mothers journal. She detailed the experiences in Heaven and Hell; her revolutionary assistance to Yemma throughout her time spent dead. She loved nothing more than helping people. Guiding lost newly arrived souls to their destination and making sure they were with loved ones of the past or present.

Vad felt his consciousness melt away and he felt the cold metal touch of his mothers cross around his neck.

"Vad. Our forces are pulling back. We need to defend their retreat." Trixie informed him.

He had ignored Roberts presence.

"You look fine. Stay with Trixie. I'm going to reel in our peons. We've discerned enough."

A deep blue aura erupted outward from his person as he raised his head to look at the opening main gate of the space port. Robert blinked and Vad had become...see through?

The veteran soldier jumped up and over the wall and landed between his forces and the enemy. Unleashing an accelerated burst of energy he created a ripple effect in the ground that shoved the front line of invaders back. Shield in hand and blade at the ready Vad plowed directly into the oncoming force. He was quickly swallowed, but that didn't fool Trixie who, with Robert, had made their way atop one of the ballistae towers to watch.

Vad systematically leapt into combat where sections of the front line threatened his retreating soldiers at arms; doubling back only to dive back in again and again. No fear. No remorse.

Just death.

Remarkably the horde stopped it's advance, but for what reason? The remaining soldiers were escorted safely behind the main gates; the gates were shut and the base was put into a permanent lock down. Vad stood alone in front of tens of thousands of enemy soldiers. Varying from simple assassin units to heavily armored cavalry.

"Why did they just stop? " Trixie questioned aloud.

Prototype looked at her, trying to discern what she was thinking.

"All sectors report zero enemy movement, Ma'am." One of the radar privates spoke over the loud speaker.

From within the ranks of enemy soldiers came a very distinct looking one. He was adorned in unique colored armor adorned with what looked like medals. Vad's weapons melted away and he stood normally.

"Vad Zulenka. I have heard of your exploits. You're quite the fighting man. I have been required to extend an offer to join our ranks and fight as one of our own. You will be rewarded with riches beyond your wildest dream."

" A retired assassin that, through his travels with a young girl named Sage, has developed a conscience. You've developed a desire to help those in need. It has-" The commanders words were cut short by a segmented steel whip wrapped tightly around his throat.

"Do not speak her name." With that said he pulled the whip tight and liberated the aliens head from its shoulders.

Activating After Image before the horde had a chance to react Vad leapt over the space port wall, landing next to his wife and new friend.

***

As quickly as the horde had stopped it started again, but this time it was met with violent resistance. Someone had yelled "OPEN FIRE!" over the loud speaker and the entire base erupted into combat mode. Soldiers were put into rotation manning guns and helping the wounded that lasted six hours. Ships of civilians seeking refuge off the planet were permitted to leave every time the horde was knocked away from the southernmost wall by the giant artillery cannons mounted on the towers nearby.

It was a war zone. The ear splitting bangs of the massive cannons bombarding the incoming enemy forces, Anti Aircraft weapons blowing apart those of the enemy soldiers that could fly. Among the organized chaos stood three individuals preparing to make the first push of the war.

"The objective is to clear a path to Malaki Village two miles to our northeast. We'll have artillery support and a few armored vehicles to back us up. This is the first push of the conflict so Me, Vad, and Robert are going to lead the assault." Trixie shouted over the noise of war to the non commissioned officers that were going to lead the soldiers fighting under Vad, Trixie, and Roberts command.

"If the mission goes awry we'll use a special coded message and have our strike teams unleash hell to allow us to escape. If that happens me and Vad will...transform."

Trixie reluctantly thought about that scenario. "If you see the golden light. Make for the space port as fast as you can."

She turned to look at Prototype. "That goes for you too. If anything happens to us we need you to maintain a chain of command."

"What!?" Robert said with shock.

"You expect me to take over if you two die? Let's not be so hasty. We'll be fine." He extended a robotic hand as a gesture to Trixie. She grasped his hand in firm handshake.

Vad turned away from the briefing table and looked out over the smoke filled horizon. Explosions rocked the surface randomly clearing holes in the oncoming invasion force. It was an endless sea of aliens.

So far so good...

[Chubbs Story Account]

Two individuals are quite unique and flashy on the battlefield: General Fum, in blue, metallic armor, and General Gloo, in a looser, lighter, red armor. Each are very powerful. Each lead a primary squadron of troops. Both have reached the wall and are producing machinations to overcome the wall, thereby breaching the spaceport's primary defenses. They will be difficult to stop, though their machinations will take some time.

The spaceport has become shadowed by the Grand Ship Myreen, hanging in the sky like an impossible, enclosed city. It's arrival was extremely rapid. Drones appear with equal rapidity and descend down closer to the spaceport, producing what is effectively an impenetrable blockade. The spaceport has been effectively surrounded and shut down. But not yet breached.

The drones are automated. It is reasonable to assume that they are being coordinated from the Myreen itself. A task force is being put together elsewhere to combat this threat. The battle becomes fiercer, and more dangerous, with each passing minute.

Reinforcements must be called. If there are any. If there is anyone to hear the call.

[Prototype]

This was not how Robert envisioned a war. He expected fair fights with equal forces equipped with equivalent weapons. What was happening here was a far cry from that ideal. The alien invasion was a relentless onslaught, their armies stronger, more numerous and with a higher level of technology than theirs. He had briefly watched Vad thrusting himself into the heat of battle from the space port and seen with ease how he dispatched them. However, Vad was a merciless assassin who held no qualms about taking life. Watching him move, his fists plowing into the enemy soldiers, Robert knew that Vad had seen much more combat and violence than he had gazing at action movies while tinkering on his latest project.

It was all becoming very real.

Vad and Trixie had developed a plan for the space port's survival; creating a clean passage from there to a small settlement called Malaki Village. He didn't explain the purpose of the move, and quite frankly, Robert couldn't understand the merit of it. What was the point? Were they falling back, letting the enemy take the space port? Or was there a secret reason in doing so? Either way, Falconer was definitely not one to question orders from an illustrious warrior like Vad.

Suddenly, the saiyan's directives were impossible to carry out. A loud siren reverberated through the space port. Scores of troops filtered back into the base, behind the bomb-proof walls. They were falling back. What was going on?

Robert, housed within his power suit, floated into the air with the assistance of his thrusters and peered out over the walls. His eyes widened at the terrifying sight of the enemy right outside their doorstep. They stretched as far back as the horizon and surrounded the space port on every side. Their push had become too overwhelming for the militia to hold back. Things were looking bleak.

Just as he thought the worst, and all-encompassing shadow drifted over the space port, plunging it into darkness. Prototype looked up to see a goliath ship hovering directly over their position. At least, Robert thought it was, but its appearance was closer to an airborne metropolis than a space craft. Jutting spires sprouted on its top, knife-like and sterile, like alien skyscrapers. A hemispherical bauble enclosed the city, translucent but reflective. The base of the city was also mechanical and metallic, although it was as if the city had been torn out of the ground of a planet that was composed entirely of metal. Robert couldn't make out any thrusters or propulsion system externally, unless it utilised a massive array of anti gravity or hover engines. It was a breathtaking achievement, whatever it was.

Out from the Grand Ship Myreen came a buzzing swarm of droids. They descended from the craft like a furious squadron of automated wasps, making a bee-line for the space port. They were basically steel orbs with three spindly limbs and pincer-like fingers that snapped erratically. They circled the space port in a cohesive line, appearing to follow a gestalt intelligence. Others covered the open area above the space port, but as the troops within opened fire and ended up destroying several, the swarm pulled higher into the sky to avoid the bullets but still flooded the sky.

"This isn't looking good," Trixie remarked.

Robert appreciated the seriousness of the situation, but ... look at that technology! How many thousands of drones were skittering about them? How were they manufactured, and how were they controlled? What was that behemoth city doing in the sky? His scientific curiosity was almost strong enough to overwhelm his fear. Unfortunately, then the shouting came.

Vad was directed to the wall, where he examined with reserved scrutiny the newest threats to approach their last line of defense. Two high ranking officers, judging by the battalion of troops that marched in time behind them, were sizing up the barrier with great interest. One was clad and solid blue knight-like armour while the other wore flowy, red cloth. Neither looked particularly friendly or wet behind the ears. Robert did not want to engage with seasoned war veterans.

"I'm not liking these odds," Prototype said, staring at the ubiquitous presence of the enemy. "We're closed in on every side. What do we do now?"

Vad touched down next to Trixie. "Two generals outside. Their men are carrying devices to penetrate the walls. It won't be long."

"Then perhaps we should go out and meet them," Trixie cooed, fingering the dagger in its sheath.

Robert hadn't paid Vad attention, but he wasn't being purposefully ignorant. Through the green visor of the suit's helmet he squinted at one of the oscillating drones. Their simple design and singular blue eye reminded him of something. A poignant sense of de ja vu washed over him, but he couldn't place the little blighters for all he was worth. He concentrated, but ...

"Eureka!" he yelled.

"Eureka?" Trixie questioned, shooting Prototype a strange look.

"Those drones up there," he said, pointing to them. "They are, I think, remarkably similar to something I designed once."

"What, the aliens stole your idea?" Trixie scoffed.

"No, it's not that. For a drone that small to function without any visible external exhausts, it has to be using either a flux energy modulator to act as an organic being using its own ki for flight, like you and Vad do. Or it's employing a gamma wave anti-gravity accelerator," Robert explained, although no one knew what he was babbling about. "There's nothing else that can cause flight like that. So, if I can create a self replicating electrosystemic reaction, their flight components will self destruct!"

Robert flipped open a panel on his left forearm, revealing a small control panel with various buttons on it. His hand shone with an artificial yellow hue. Closing the panel, he lifted his hand and pointed it at the lowest hanging drone.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Vad asked.

"That's the fun of science," Robert smirked. "I won't know until I do it."

Prototype clenched his shimmering yellow hand into a fist. Two rings of golden light fired from his wrist, sailing into the sky. They found the unaware drone, instantly sinking through its metallic casing. The frantic movements of the automaton abruptly stopped and it fell like a rock, flailing its arms about uselessly. Several seconds later, it detonated in a small explosion, tearing it apart. Several cheers went out from militia.

"Just like that," Prototype preened.

"Can you do that to the entire force?" Trixie inquired.

"No." Robert flipped open the forearm panel again and recalibrated. "I can increase the intensity so that it jumps to several drones at a time, but that's about it. Besides, I'm not sure how much help it's going to be."

Above them, a new drone had already taken the place of its detonated comrade.

"We'd need a device capable of generating electrosystemic radiation on a far larger scale than my suit is capable of," Falconer continued. "Besides, right now I'm just chopping arms off a namekian. Sure they're harmless for a moment, but it won't be long before it just regrows."

Vad was in deep thought before he brusquely spoke up. "Then I have a new plan."

"Oh?" Robert asked.

"Prototype will get through the drones and head to the mother ship. Use whatever knowledge you have to disrupt the drone production facility within it and see what you can do to sabotage it."

"I ... wait, I'm doing what now?"

Vad continued. "Trixie and I will meet these generals in the battlefield and defeat them."

"Whoa!" Robert implored. "I'm going to fly into an enemy space ship?!"

Vad shot him an accusatory stare. "If you don't, we're all going to die."

Falconer swallowed hard. "O ... OK."

"It makes sense," Trixie elucidated. "We know how to fight, and you know technology. If we swapped places, neither of us would do well. You'd get carved up and we'd end up blowing up the whole thing. This'll work. Just do it."

Without another word, Vad charged towards the gate with Trixie in tow.

"Wait!" Robert cried out.

Vad stopped, although his patience was wearing thin. Robert sprinted over to the saiyan as fast as he could.

"Out there, before, when you decapitated that guy," he began. "I saw you use metal. You molded it like clay, as if you can shape it into whatever you desire."

Vad blinked. "That's correct."

This was it. It was time to put the Mimic functionality of the power suit to the test. "Then allow me to try something." Robert clamped a robotic hand on Vad's shoulder and initiated the process. Falconer jostled in his suit. The Mimic function drew an enormous amount of energy to begin, and his android power core found itself without a surplus of power for a split moment. However, it picked up the pace and returned to an excess of production.

"There," Robert commented, removing his hand. "I should now have the same ability."

Vad looked him up and down, trying to tell if he was being serious or not. In the end, he didn't care. "Space ship. Now."

Vad and Trixie took off to their destination.

Prototype gazed upward into the ball pit of metal above him, flexing his left hand. It still sparkled with buttery light, the colour of electrosystemic radiation. If he fired pulses in particular areas of the drones, it should create a path for him to fly straight to the floating alien city. The resulting particle clouds should also deter any aggressive drones from dashing through the remnants of their comrades for a few moments too, giving him more time.

It all made sense scientifically, but now it was all real. Would the power suit hold up? Would he find the adventure he sought, or would he fail and die?

He sighed, his thrusters expelling flames, and lifted into the sky.

Suddenly he wondered if he had missed his meeting.

[Vad]

Everything in life came down to one moment. Your actions echo in eternity. It was this moment that fate had lead Vad to. As him and his squad of soldiers, accompanied by his wife and hers, marched forward from the gate to meet the General Fum and Gloo he smiled widely for the first time in over a year. There was little stopping him from charging both of the alien commanders head on. The fact that his wife was going to engage along with him was the only thing keeping him from going insane with bloodlust.

Vad stopped marching in unison with his wife. The green scouter in the saiyans right eye lit up and targeted both the generals in front of him. He took a deep breath, taking in the odor of war. Looking down at his right hand Zulenka opened and closed it, as if testing his muscles. After a few moments he clenched said hand into a fist and a serrated blade shot down from his bicep.

"Remember. Sync our vision. We'll attack both one on one and switch when we need to." Vad spoke into his mind, forming a round shield on his left forearm.

It all came down to this moment. Both him and his wife dropped into a stance. Beatrix fell into a natural Imperial Valkyrie stance while Vad assumed his custom blade fighting once. Glancing at his wife he smiled, the fear of death escaping his body.

"For you, Trixie." He whispered.

Retracting his weapons the saiyan threw his arms into the sky and bellowed loudly at the heavens. His blue aura exploded outward with a loud "BANG", throwing his soldiers from their feet. His mother's smiling face and his father's trademark scowl appeared in his vision as he felt his energy wells rupture. A single beam of yellow light shot upward from Vad as he continued to unleash his anger upon the world. Ceasing his scream, only his aura golden, the saiyan met the gaze of General Fum. With a piercing cry of pain Vad's hair shot upward from his body becoming spiked and golden in color. His eyes were the last to turn and as the final hues of teal settled themselves into the iris' of his eyes his aura expanded violently, taking the ground with it as it twirled like a vortex around the battle ready saiyan.

With a laugh Trixie followed suit and unleashed the piercing cry of the Valkyrie onto the battlefield. Bright pink wings fashioned of energy shot from her back as her hair turned a ghostly white. Tribal tattoos began to crawl up her now pain skin as her body grew in size to accommodate the increased muscle mass. Now standing slightly taller than her husband, bearing fangs and wings, she extended her hands. Her nails instantly took the form of razor sharp talons that were black as night.

With a mighty flap of her wings the Imperial Mistress was enveloped by a large black and pink aura.

They were ready.

[Chubbs Story Account]

The barrage of the Generals and their armies upon the walls is severe. A series of explosives chip away at two particular points, on opposite sides of the structure. Two potential points of entry. The wall is strong, but not invulnerable.

@Prototype: A message is received from Militia Communications:

'An assault on the Great Ship Myreen is currently being prepared. Gifted warriors who are able to help should report to their Militia to be added to this assault team.'

@Vad: The thunderstrike of transformation draws every eye, including the enemy's. The assault is rapid. A single bullet is meaningless against such strength, but ten thousand take their toll. The Invaders move as a single, collected force. It will take strength, resolve, and cunning to overcome them.

*DEBUFF* (Ongoing) Flashy - Vad's transformation has made him a focal point of the resistance. The troops and warriors that make up the armies will certainly make him a primary target.