[Namek] The Choice

[Mal Nova]

By the time the final body had hit the ground, The Renegade had begun his approach to the main battle. His eyes darted to and fro, observing each area in it's cluster, as he attempted to decide where he would best assist his endeavored allies.

Up in the air, the Namekian who previously seemed to handle his own with just two of the warriors he had been engaged in combat with, seemed to have his back in a corner as a third had joined the fray. It was all that the Native could do to handle them, and was forced to stay in a close area with one of them at all times, or he would recieve fire from the ground support of the opposition. He was stuck in a rock and a hot place really, and neither seemed like a better option.

On the ground, further in the distance of those that pinned the Grey-clad Namek into the fight, there was the militia and invading forces, firing and dodging, attempting to hit and not get hit. The Militia of course seemed to be losing constant ground, but that was for obvious reasons that lead to the loss of morale. It seemed that they were distracted by seeing their Commander being picked apart slowly, and Nova was sure that he was their commanding officer. Also near the rear lines of the enemy was one of their own Commanders, barking orders and taunting the Militia by lobbing rather large explosive waves in their direction.

Maleficuz shook his head as he looked to the forest, assuming the battle was going the same way in there as well. Of course he could be wrong and the enemy less use to the cluttered terrain. What the Namekian did know though, was that the place he needed to be, was in the air alongside the allied commander. If he could make a difference, it was there. It was there that he could also begin the ascension of his name, if he so chose.

The Imperfect One looked to Tamsin Suzaku, who was just now catching her breath. She straightened up as she saw his gaze, and followed the direction that his finger pointed in. "Them, I need you to take care of them as soon as possible. You should have a chance not long after I engage in battle, but it may be short, so your window of ease may close rapidly. Make it count." Nova didn't give any time to see her nod, but he was sure that she had and knew that she would.

He looked ahead as he sped off, his mind still pondering everything that had lead up to this moment.

Maleficus Nova had been the son of Retane, and while Nova was in his egg, it had cracked. Dr. Speinburg, the scientist that had been given the egg to care for, spliced the Namekian's genes with nano technology, because the cracking of the egg had caused a premature birth, where the skin hadn't fully formed over his skeletal figure. Initially Retane had given the name Respawne to the unborn egg, but the Doctor had opted to name the spawn of Retane, Maleficus Nova; New Evil.

Years later after finding out about his father and dreaming of becoming just like him, the two met. An ancient civilization had found rebirth from the depths of Mercy, and it was there that Maleficus had left the planets survival to the others, as he had found himself lost in confusion.

Since then, he had gained followers after saving the Mystics in the Land Hidden from Time, as well as from his time spent on Namek. It was those followers that were actually under employment of the Arbiter Employment Agency that were coming. The devout loyal Mystics and Nameks that he had helped and assisted had pledged to follow the Imperfect Namek, though he had not asked them to. Many of them, especially the Mystic's were great fighters, and had unique abilities as well.

They had assisted in the same mission that Mal had failed, and knew well the effects that it had caused him. Pyreisen, a hot headed fire wielding warrior, had been the main reason that the mission had become a failure. He had shown up out no where, and interfered as the Namek was about to capture one of his targets. The Hot Head, had met the Rogue once before, when he had incinerated Dr. Speinburg, the man Nova had considered to be a father, in front of his face.

Enroshia had saved the adolescent Namekian back then and had set him on his path to becoming like his father in greatness. After Pyresien had defeated him a second time, Maleficus knew he would have to become greater then his father. Enro had been able to put the fear in the Fiery Warrior with ease, and seemed to be able to stand toe to toe with Retane, and even keep him under control. That was how Mal arrived at his thought.

Irony would show itself now though, as he was procreated back when The Hive had threatened the galactic regions area. Now there was another like it, and this time it was his chance to shine. The Namekian wouldn't quiver in fear and create an offspring in the face of danger. He'd make sure he'd survive and would think nothing different.

But the matter at hand right now, was finishing this fight, and then getting into communication with the Mystics.

The Predator reached beneath his cloak and wrapped his hands around a studded handle and snatched outward. Out came a single handed scythe, followed by a chain that spanned the length of Nova's body four or five times. His left hand caught the ball on on the in as it appeared, and looped the chain in his hand many times. The forearms of the Namek became engulfed in small lateral cyclones, and not missing a beat, the Namek let the handle sleep down a few feet, as he started to spin it.

The Namekian focused on his foes, his eyes having tunnel vision, hoping that if any of the ground support had targeted him that they were to slow, or to stupid to hit him. That and he hoped Tamsin was preparing to make her move. The two had been together for a long time, even if she had been on hiatus for a while, and he was sure she could still handle herself now, if not better then she use to. He trusted her. That's all that mattered, because she would have his back.

Nova let out a low growl, that his oncoming company could not hear, and for that and because of their distracted attention, as they were engaged, the Jade Fiend wasn't seen. As he passed behind one not far away, he flipped his wrist, sending his chained blade twirling. The Dark Orange Clad Warrior yielded in his tracks and turned, watching as the blade and chain caught and began wrapping around the bare neck of his unsuspecting target. Maleficus simply pulled with a hard yank and the chain and watched.

The blade bit into the soft tissue, as it caught tight. It didn't slow there, because of the force of the pull either. It ate through the muscle, tendons and even the bone, as his severed the head of the unsuspecting enemy. The force of the yank, caused the body and head to fall in an angel toward and beneath the Renegade. The three remaining combatant's stopped and looked to the shadowed intruder as he caught the returning blade and shouldered his bloody blade.

Taking the advantage quickly though, the allied Commander, launched simultaneous blasts that sent the remaining combatants flying for a few moments. The Grey Clad Namek moved towards Nova with a questioning face, "Maleficus Nova?"

Mal nodded.

"I'm Captain Frez. Gelidus doesn't seem to have lied about you. I'm glad to have you aboard, no matter how brief it may be." The Older Namek seemed to be tired and took a moment to catch his breath. "But for now I think we should worry about the main problem at hand."

Maleficus nodded as he looked at the two recuperated foes and then down to see that Tamsin was handling her own task at the moment. The Renegade smirked beneath the shadows, but wondered what Captain Frez had meant briefly? Had he already been informed then?