[S][D] Syntech and Dante clash first

[Burter]

PCs D: King Vegeta, Reijin, Grandpa Gohan, Pigero

PCs S: Retane



Fusion Unit has moved within sight of Team Waltz. They have set up camp and remain in tense formation. Retane's group has split into defense and building.

Both sides are aware of each other.

It is up to you how to handle the situation. Use soldiers to communicate, or simply choose to engage. Do not RP the engagement, obviously, just leading up to it, if they is one.

Battle Statistics

Syntech: 350 Combat Soldiers

Dante: 737 Combat Soldiers

Winning army claims the square.

[Reijin]

The night had fallen, and admidst the loud cries of the tavern's people, things were beginning to quiet down fairly early in order for the fisherman to awaken early morning. Reijin had already informed them that the soldiers were to sleep early as well, and that anyone with a hangover would be sent to the front lines with it. He could sleep against the dock simply listening to the waves lap at the splintered wood and feel the gentle rock of the boat he was laying in. It was a peaceful end to yet another uneventful evening, but he knew from his scouts' reports that the enemy was over the horizon preparing for them.

His mind wandered in his sleep, playing the coming fight from every angle and living every possible scenario in advance so that nothing caught them by surprise. They would allow the enemy to be flanked, hopefully catching them off guard and forcing them to cease all production and to retreat within their keep.

He awoke to the sounds of a dockhand shouting to the fishermen to bring in their catch for the night, and his eyes flickered open to see Saiba curled up on his chest. A low growl arose within his chest and he lifted the sleeping creature up by the nape of its neck, only for it to hang limply while still snoring. Leaning to the left, he dropped the saibaman over the side into the water, hearing the cold and shocked cry of the creature as he climbed out onto the dock.

Reijin saw the dock workers looking at him and he shrugged. "Its like a dog," he explained. Turning back to the shore, he saw Saiba shaking himself dry at the water's edge before reaching for his hat and throwing it on his head backwards, before giving a small pose.

Shaking his head, Reijin simply walked past the creature and through the center of the town, reaching out an arm to grab a nearby soldier. "What is the status of the black army?" he inquired, making sure to attract the attention of the nearby townsfolk.

Lethargically, the soldier yawned while nodding north. "They seem as if they are still camping but they seem to be preparing to launch an assault on the town in hopes of destroying us," he said, speaking a preplanned speach for the sake of the town.

On cue, Reijin picked up where he ended with a nod of his own. "We can't risk the town's safety. Let's take the fight to them and try to get the jump on them to hopefully defeat them before their burn squads try to destroy the city. These demonic warriors need to learn to leave these people alone."

The soldier nodded and turned to run to the others to prepare the squad to leave. Reijin looked around and smiled deceptively as an even darker smile spread within. Who cared as to the outcome as long as they did what he needed them to do? He turned and approached the army, knowing that today was going to be a long day when they launched their assualt.

(This is where our movement should kick in. We wish to engage.)

[Retane]

The mercenary looked on into the night . Allowing the men to rest would prove to have been a wise move on the rogues part. There energy and strength would be greatly needed soon enough. As the namekian stood alone in the fields, his men were at the camp, wide awake and refreshed, eagerly waiting the command of their General. Retane took in a deep breath as he smiled in anticipation.

The air whipped around the mercenary and taunted the warrior with the promises of war and blood. The warrior had planned to obey the Commander's order and do as he was told. But now he held no guarantees of doing so. His life was now hanging in the balance and, at the same time, so was the lives of those that threatened his. The mercenary tightened and relaxed his hands as he turned and headed back to his men.

As Retane neared the area, the soldiers got quiet. Beneath the assassins cowl, he peered at them looking into their faces as he began, "Things have changed. My objective is to see that Syntech wins this game. I was given orders by our Commander, but now I'm going to change them."

The mens reactions were as to be expected. The promise of battle raised their spirits to an unexpected proportion. As they calmed down, the mercenary began to explain the plan.

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The mercenary looked on, standing there, waiting for the first clash of battle. The nightlingered on and still the namekian hadn't drawn the blood of his enemy and it pained him so. The emerald alien's lip curled to a snear as he stared into the heart of Dante's Camp. They planned to attack him straight on? Pure muscle? Surely that wasn't their strategy?

The assassin growled. He had been insulted twice this night. First by Dante walking up to his doorstep and taking the Port. The second being their strategy. For these insults, he would see personally that they understood their misatke. The growl increased with every moment that he thoguht about his foes. Without notice he the eyes of his men on him. Retane's eyes darkened and with it so did the world around him ever so slightly. They had stepped into his turf, and they were going to know it.

"DANTE!! COME MEET YOUR DEATH!"

[Grandpa Gohan]

The elderly man slept lightly, he had made a habit of it the past few days, especially since he joined Dante?s Abyss. He awoke to the conversation in which Lt. Reijin was telling a fellow soldier what the plan was.

The first battle for the Dante Forces, and Gohan was going to be in it, he couldn?t wait. Gramps quickly got up, replacing his puffball cap to his head, which he only took off when he slept. Gohan lept from the boat in which he resided for the night, he landed near the saiyan lieutenant.

?So what?s the plan exactly?? Gohan muttered, trying to keep their conversation low and out of the ears of the other men.

?We?re going to attack, and kill them all? the saiya-jin replied, the lust of a killer was in his eyes and evident in his voice.

Gramps was in a similar state, although not quite to the extent that Reijin was. Never the less the lust of battle held a tight grip on the old man, even more so now that he was in a war, and hadn?t even had so much as a spar with another person in some time. ?They have no idea what they?re getting into, they?re going to be slaughtered.? He stated.

After a moment of silence and looking around something caught the elderly mans eye, in the window of a small shop, a fox mask. Quickly Gohan abandoned the conversation with his lieutenant and rushed towards the shop. Why he was attracted to a simple mask, he didn?t know, what he did know however, is that he had to have it. He entered the shop and picked it up, looking at it, something unknown drew him to it.

He purchased the mask and put it on, looking at himself in a conveniently placed mirror. He liked it. He exited the shop sporting the fox disguise. Some people chose ninja masks, others chose ski masks, Gohan: he had his fox mask. He returned to where Rei had been previously, he was still there, and so was the small green creature, which had undying loyalty to its master. The saiyan quickly shot a glance of utmost disgust at the foolish old man, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Even though Rei couldn?t see it, Gohan had a smile plastered upon his face, albeit a slightly evil smile, but a smile nonetheless.

OOC: Gramps +1 Fox mask, Reijin, if you wanna continue our little conversation then go for it. ^^

[Old Pigero]

Standing in silence, the boy watched his lieutenant talk with the elderly man. He wondered what they were talking about, but didn?t care enough to walk foreword. Then, the old man took a quick step around and walked toward a shop near by. After a few moments, the boy stepped foreword toward his lieutenant. The lust in his eyes for the battle to come was encouraging, or to the least scary. His eyes flared for blood, and Pigero knew that would be handy in battle.

?Sir, we shall be engaging battle soon. I know you?re quite strong, but leave some for me,? the boy chuckled, leaving him with a wink.

Then, the elderly warrior walked back wearing a fashionable fox mask on his face. Reijin showed his disgust, but Pigero jumped and ran over to him. He lit up with a smile, and poked the mask.

?That?s freaking awesome!? Pigero exclaimed.

The man chuckled, nodding and looking onward toward the soon to become battle. Pigero shared his glance, and could tell the man wanted the battle to come as much as he did. Clicking the scouter on his ear, it flickered and an automated message appeared- ?Dante?s Abyss: Conquest does not allow Scouters to be used. Try again, and the collar will explode.?

?Yeesh, well. Are you ready Gramps??

?Of course,?

?Well, if you think you?re in trouble, stay next to me. I can protect you, but? stay back when I get angry,?

?What are you, the hulk??

?No, but I can tell you one thing. A lot of men are going to die today, and I don?t want you to be one of them.?

?Don?t worry youngster, I won?t.?

That was it; the boy stopped the conversation and walked into a group of soldiers. They were all talking amongst themselves, with digital data pads with numbers on them. Pigero cocked an eyebrow and leaned in, ease dropping on the conversation.

?Alright I?m betting ten,?

?I?ll top that, raise you five!?

?Twenty-five,?

Then, leaning in further the boy shifted his eyes on the data pads. He realized they were making bets on how many enemies they would be killing, he chuckled. Pigero paused to see how far they would go.

?Thirty!?

?Forty!?

?Oh shut it, you couldn?t get forty! You couldn?t even get ten!?

?Sixty,? Pigero stated.

?Oh yeah? Who the hell do you think you are punk??

?Someone who could kill you in a single blow if you don?t shut it cock face,?

?What did you say to me??

?I said? SHUT IT COCK FACE,? the boy mimicked.

Growling the bulky man swung his arm around, aiming for the boy?s skull. With a swift swat of the hand, a familiar body was next to Pigero. Looking onto the man, he saw the gray hair on his face and quickly looked down in defeat.

?I could-?

?You could have, but you didn?t?

?Whatever,?

After that, they both walked back over to their lieutenant, Reijin.

OOC-Gramps read this

[Vejita I]

That twisted sensation seemed to seep into his veins, consuming his soul to extinguish of all known forms of compassion. The thirst of blood was his only fascination and objectives. This was the moment that the saiya-jin warrior had patiently awaited, the commencement of his former self. All known handicaps of emotion and anything that would object to him salivating in the putrid mutilated and bloodied corpses of this army was abandoned.

Only the potential horrors of war were transmitted through the vision of King Vejita. The impending Syntech force that resided an unknown quantity of cliches from their position was irrelevant, the shrouding dimness that almost concealed the reassurant view of his own blemished hand, nor was the unidentifying creature that seemed to wield a command over these opposing soldiers.

This "Retane" and his armies were dwarfed in similarities to King Vejita's, but this literally obvious fact could only augment the option of massacring these warriors. It soothed his soul, almost cleansing him of all the errors that the world had bestowed upon him. The grains of time had seized and seemed to pause almost as if to spectate this glorious battlefield. The hours of pleasure were now void and only war set upon his brain.

Vejita I's heart began to be induced with so much energy, pacing at an abnormal rate with this thoughts being drilled forth into his brain. The saiya-jin's pours were unleashing beads of sweat primarily derived from his temple to moisten his widows peak. He inched himself further to the armies of Syntech without hesitation. Trepidation had been shuffled into the most unseen regions of himself and now only adrenaline was present.

The saiya-jin's form was composed of nothing more than a impatient fighting stance. With his back hunched over and veins swelling upon his muscules, that were exposed completely due to his adrenaline, his limbs were slightly extended to opposing directions. His fingers curled almost as if he was physically seizing the attack that his brain was producing; one of which could snatch the very throat of man without effort.

He was obviously set upon obliterating these creatures, particually the suggested "commander" since it seemed as though to be his own duty. "Let those that grant us life, be our protectors. But realize this; the fires of hell will be open to this realm before the armies of Dante to surrender. Allow me to introduce to this army the man beneath the shadows of insecurities and wounded emotions, the man known as King Vejita. Vejita I is no more, the king has once again returned, and the throne of Dante's Abyss is what I shall claim."

With that statement, the former king was enriched with rage. He had, with absolute intent, placed a weight of strain upon himself to establish himself as the dominant saiya-jin warrior that once existed so many years prior to this day.

OOC: Coolios.

[Burter]

PCs: Zarbon, Akane, Bujin, Spopovich, Pan


Team Tango and Team Ramba have appeared and are preparing to move with Team Waltz.

The battle has been re-named to 'Syntech and Dante clash first'

Battle Statistics

Syntech: 865 Combat Soldiers

Dante: 737 Combat Soldiers

Winning army claims the square.


The battle is on a grassy plain with scattered bunches of trees and large boulders around. The ground is flat with the exception of the boulders.

Far off in the distance is a large hill with a small cave system.

[Burter]

The First Clash

Syntech

865 Combat Soldiers

Commander Zarbon - Generals Retane and Pan - Lieutenants Akane, Bujin, and Bradley - Soldier Spopovich

Dante

737 Combat Soldiers

Commander Vejita I - Lieutenant Reijin - Soldiers Grandpa Gohan and Pigero

Snipers lined up along the boulders near Dante's camp. On Syntech's side, they set up in lines towards the back and sides of the area.

"Keep the building going!" Retane bellowed back at his crew. "Don't stop working on that tower!"

The Commander of Syntech, meanwhile, worked to move in front of the group. Zarbon closed his eyes and took a breath as he awaited the start of the battle.

"Get ready!" Commander Vegita called to his army. The saiyan, Reijin, was nearby and ready to strike. "On my call!" His eyes burned with the passion of war. This was it. His moment to shine had finally come. "Outmatched or no, Dante will walk away the victor! Ready...."

Dante's troops began to tense. Utter silence filled the air.

"CHARGE!"

The Infantry lept forward, followed by Support. In retaliation, hundreds of Syntech soldiers lept forward towards the oncoming slaughter. Two huge armies were about to clash in the first Conquest battle.

Sniper shots filled the air. 100 Syntech soldiers dropped as they ran, either injured or gone before the fight start. More shots, and Dante saw about 40 men falling. But no one waited up for those who were unlucky. Those still alive, kept running.

King Vejita and Zarbon clashed first in the very center of the battle. Around them, swords clashed. Blood spilled. Ki Guns blasted out. Snipers fired.

Blood would spill from both sides. It was a matter of who would drown in it first.




OOC: Remember not to take too many liberties in your roleplays. Any actions I should know should go to me. I'll throw events in periodically.

[Banned Dana]

As Zarbon and King Vegeta collided, the two armies collapsed upon each other, sending sparks sprouting in all directions a metal struck metal. Ki blasts soared through the air, tearing into one body and into another. Screams of pain and anguish echoed through the fields within seconds of the battles beginning. It was already turning into a blood bath and it didn?t look as though either army was going to last too terribly long.

After the initial assault from Dante and watching one hundred of her men fall, Pan decided to wade back a moment and allow the scene to unfold before rushing headlong in. Watching intently, she saw the ravages of solider corpses falling, flying, and crashing. It was a horrific scene for anyone, but for the Sayajiness, it was enough to push her over the edge.

Feeling the hatred pumping through her veins, she fought hard to keep her emotions suppressed. Knowing fully well that this was a game, a war game at that, she found it easier to look at the motionless carcasses. Looking around the field of battle, she spotted a familiar face, Akane. Seeing her already engaged in battle made the Halfling feel pride for teenager girls and with that conceit firmly rooted in her mind, Pan moved forward.

Charging head long into battle, the Sayajiness had to quickly maneuver out of the way of a ki laser as it threatened her life. Moving at the last second, she watched as it passed harmlessly past her head and then slammed hard into a tree, splintering it into millions of pieces. Shaking her head in disbelief over the power of the weapon, she turned around, just in time to see a soldier?s head come clean off of his shoulders. Feeling a twinge of sickness, Pan turned and bent over; not exactly war steady, she unleashed a hot stream of vomit that pelted the ground with a sickening splash.

Wiping a small dot of residue from her lips, the teenage girl clenched her fists. She had to show these forces that she was a leader and that they could trust her with their lives. Unsure as to how exactly she could prove this, Pan did the only thing she could think of. Grabbing up a downed sword, she launched herself into the nearest crowed of soldiers. Swinging the sword around majestically, she pivoted and pulled, removing limbs and opening wounds. A small splatter of blood found its way to Pan?s boot and as soon as she spotted it, she immediately blew off the war and began to shrieking. Shaking her foot, she tried to get the droplets off of her boot, but it was no good.

Thinking quickly, she rushed forward and slammed her palm into a Dante?s soldier. Doubling over from the blow, he looked up in surprise and as he did, Pan swung her foot around, connecting hard with the side of the soldiers face and she ended by dragging the boot downward, smearing the blood on her foe?s face and creating a small friction burn to boot. Content with her idea, she quickly spun and swept out the soldiers legs, but before she could finish him off, someone grabbed the teenager by her hair and lifted her off the ground. The soldier began to laugh as he placed the blade against her neck, threatening to slice her, but in that small amount of time, someone had noticed this and sent his blade through the antagonist.

Falling to her butt, she nodded at her savoir, who when got blind sighted by a mace, which cracked both his helmet and skull wide open. Pan?s eyes immediately shot wide open and a muffed scream came out of her mouth as she placed her hands on her lips. In complete disbelief, she crawled up to the soldier and turned him over. His cold, glazed eyes bore deep into the Sayajiness? soul and now, more than ever, her hatred began to take a hold.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Gohan was probably the last soldier to clash with the opposing army, not because he was afraid to fight, he welcomed it. ?Time to get my hands dirty? he muttered as he waltz into the fray of soldiers, the clashing of swords, ki balls raining everywhere. A young warrior from Syntech thrust his sword at him, seeing this well in advance he simply side stepped it and got right of in the young mans face, quickly he gave him a open palm to the gut. The man nearly doubled over in pain, wasting no time the old man did a little hop and spun around, delivering a kick to the mans temple, sending him sprawling into another soldier.

?If it?s going to be this easy, they should just give up now!? he muttered to himself from behind the mask. His mind went back to the small boy, Pigero, who had poked his mask. The kid was a little annoying, but in the two short moments that they had discussed, they had connected a little, and Gohan would hate himself if he had to bury him.

Gramps couldn?t space out for long, after all he was on a battlefield. Hastily the stout man engaged a few too many of the opposing forces combatants, although powerful for a human, he was quickly overwhelmed, although he tried his best a he caught a few slashes across his abdomen, luckily he had enough padding there, nevertheless he was still bleeding.

The old human knew that if he didn?t get serious quick that he would be the one being buried, he quickly charged a ki ball in each of his hands, evading another strike from a sword the elderly being quickly stuck out both his hands, releasing the orbs of ki into two soldiers, sending them off.

Although they had a whole unit they were still outnumbered, his Lieutenant and Commander weren?t too far from Gohan?s position, and they were fairing pretty well. Something had occurred to the old man as he continued the fight, he was actually enjoying himself, and although he was itching for battle, it wasn?t for pleasure, it was really just to get the first fight out of the way. He began to laugh, even as he got another slash on his arm, this one was deeper than the one was deeper than the one across his stomach, and although he winced from within the mask he continued to laugh. He didn?t know or care what was going through the heads of the other soldiers he fought, even if it was a fist or a foot.

The elderly man sent his fist to a fighter of Syntech, then used another as a stepladder, running up him, and leaping from his shoulders quite a ways into the air. As he floated momentarily, he gazed upon both armies, cutting each other down. Again he couldn?t get lost in his thoughts on the battlefield.

He crossed his arms across the upper portion of his body, charging up his ki again, and the light from his white ki shown against the fox mask, giving it an eerie, no, evil look, he started to thrust both his arms out, again and again he released man ki balls down upon the masses, causing little explosions which engulfed soldiers on both sides.

Gramps landed on the grassy plane, and immediately he felt a sharp pain in his plump behind, as he turned to look he saw an almost playful look on the face the Syntech warrior, a small dagger protruded from the stout mans ass. A ?yelp? type sound pierced the air. Not finding the ?joke? funny at all the old geezer quickly removed the blade from his behind, returning it to its owner, promptly in the heart.

OOC: Tried my hand at a bit of humor, I thought it was funny. Also, why do I get the feeling pan is leading up to a transformation? SSJ2 Anyone?

[Vejita I]

Adrenaline was manipulating the saiya-jin's thought process. After realizing that the numbers of Syntech had been enhanced significantly, the lingering thought of failure was demanding its potency in his brain. King Vejita gazed up above at the opposing commander with a seething hatred that seemed to be visible through his formation. His chest heaved with oxygen as to diminish his anxiety generated due to the intensity of the war all the while absorbing the specific details of this unknown creature.

The commander of the opposing force, Syntech, was a creature of moderate height, but far from the customary appearance of a being he?d consider a soldier of war. His strength was undefined, being incapable of unlocking his former powers of predicting power levels, King Vejita was confined to basically assume that this being was superior to him in strength. This was acceptable however as he embraced the challenge with absolute gallantry.

The former king hissed underneath his breath, presenting only an attempt an mental victory over his nemesis that would soon trail with a witty remark regarding the Syntech commander. ?Judging from the cries of your soldiers, your name is Zarbon. Well then, commander, let us not wait for the inevitable. Let it commence.? King Vejita was possessed with the concept of dismembering this warrior, still feeling as though he was unopposed with the strength of Dante alongside of him. It was logical however to believe that his arrogance would pave his own destiny with doom. The two exchanged no further vocals, and could only forge their martial arts stances.

Even the vigorous and thunderous war that seemed to be swell was deafened due to their concentration upon one another. Their battle was quite frankly the most significant battle during this skirmish, and the weight of approximately 750 soldiers were placed on Vejita I?s shoulders. He queried his power in wielding the stress of this predicament, but the undying craving for mutilation was combating with that bothersome doubt.

Zarbon swiftly initiated the battle with his image dispersing into merely undetermined lines blurring into the distance. The transformer was equally dedicated in subduing his nemesis as King Vejita was. The former king paused momentarily to discern the situation, but was unable to with dominant blow were transported in the fashion of Zarbon?s elbow being implanted with a minimum amount of his strength into the saiya-jin?s ribs. The assault was definitely effective, but was override from the surplus of adrenaline that seemed to be scaling hurriedly. Vejita I shifted his movements and fastening his limbs over the Syntech commander?s cranium. His muscles contracted and secured a possession of Zarbon?s head in an attempt to immobilize.

The saiya-jin?s thoughts proceeded to spawn strategies and scenarios from this battle. Unfortunately, his predictions of the transformers strength was accurate, and King Vejita was overwhelmed by the awesome power. His clenching grasp upon the Syntech commander was liberated, but the former king had been intelligent in his thoughts prior to this. His feet delicately placed themselves backwards while his eyes were attentively examining Zarbon for an upcoming offensive. ?Again.?

[Retane]

He had been at the front of his unit as he charged the enemy. He was one of the first to look upon the faces of his victims as the sea of red approached. No smile played at the assassin's visage anymor. In it's stead was the grim visage of a warrior set to do it all himself. The Commander had arrived before the battle with a great portion of their forces with little to no plan other then what seemed then a straight muscled tactic, the very same his foes used.

As the mercenary's legs took him straight into the wall of red clad soldiers, he thrusted himself forward, refusing to forfeit his momentum.. Slamming past the first waves and dwelling deeper into the enemies unit, the assissin found his first target. His fist collided hard with one of his native kindred. Slowing his momentum, the sly warrior fel to the ground face forward, sliding to a stop.

The mercenary, over looked and trampled as a corpse tooken down from a bullet, waited a few moments till he pushed himself back to his feet, causing the Dante' soldiers that had intentionally swerved in the direction of the supposedly corpse yeilded as it sprang to life. Retane, with the fling of an arm, fired a blast at the closest, and followed up with a uppercut to the second.

Crouching a bit, Retane took to arms, releaving his belt of the twin rods. He looked about, readying himself to strike. He had been seen to be an elite by the enemy and that meant he was a target, just what he wanted. A support soldier was the first to catch his eye. As the target raised his gun, Retane moved, slapping the gun up in the air with one of the rods, and followed up with a well placed blow to the ribs. Wincing in pain the human curled his lip, revealing Retane's next target.

Smashing one of the rods into the mouth of the soldier made for the end of the show and Retane needed another victim. The rods soon found their next mark as they collided against the armor of a skinny saiyan. Retane leapt back a step catching the smirk of the cocky fool. The merceanry answered the act as one of his rods made home to the side of the humanoids knee. Following through in a spin and doing a full cricle, the mercenary brought the weapons of death to the side of the saiyans head, sending him flying to the side.

The mercenary bent low as his eyes scanned the field of battle. The mercenary caught sight of the Tower it was nearly finished. For an reason even unbeknowst to the hunter, that became his target destination. The only issue was the mixture of red and black that baracaded his way. The mercenary bounded forward, fangs bared and bent on extinguishing the lives of the opposing.

Spotting a small boulder in the way, the hunter sped up, leaping to the top of the rock and dove onwad, straight back in the midst of battle.

[Nori]

Having jumped back out of the fight to catch her breath, Akane stood several yards away from the all out war, catching her breath as she watched the battle unfold. She dared not stay back for any extended amount of time however; the very thought of it giving her shame. Drawing her Ki into herself she leaped back into the fray, flying directly above the ground at a massive speed; as to catch her opponents off guard. Ki rained down from the sky, which she deflected skillfully into the soldiers of the opposing force. True enough, she didn?t zip around the entire battle to block them, but she did her part.

?Konichiwa! She screamed at the opposing army, her face beaming in uttermost delight as she zipped into the fray. Slamming her head directly into the chest plate of a opposing soldier she fell to the ground, after flooring the man with such intensity that his armor cracked, making him gasp in agony. Landing on the ground the girl rubbed her head, the pain from the impact beginning to effect her. ?Ouchies!? she screamed, looking around her as her oppressors began to draw nearer, circling around her. She was clear past her ranks now, and she would have to pay.

They lunged. Akane defended. The process was repeated in the blink of a eye, the golden youth dodging and blocking with such intensity, with such skill, that the soldiers themselves began to gulp in fear. Starting to counter strike her foes they began to drop, her blows intended to disarm; to disable; not to necessarily kill. Once, Twice, Thrice. They were down, piled up in a heap. Scratching the back of her head she found that she was giggling at herself, if not for the fallen groaning men. Kneeling down she faced one of the fallen warriors, preparing to pat his head in appreciation for his efforts. That is, before she saw a delicious peach roll from out of his armor and into the grass.

Bending over to retrieve the delicacy a beam of red light collided with the peach, making it explode into a steaming heap on the grass. Looking up in the direction from where the beam had come from the much saddened angel saw several changelings, all of which were laughing at her. Hearing her stomach growl the girl cradled it, much to the appreciation of her opponents. ?You big bullies!? She called after them, a tear glinting in her eyes. Not caring for formalities and upset about the loss of her snack the very hungry youth dashed forward, extending her fist into the stomach of one of the changelings, making him double over in pain. ?Rock!? She called.

?Paper!? She spoke, striking the other changeling in the throat with the flat of her palm, making him collapse on the ground in pain. ?Scissors!? She called in finality, striking the man in the eyes with her two extended fingers. Reeling backwards in pain the changeling was smacked away without effort, into the other two changelings that littered the ground.

Knowing that now was the time the human female leaped backwards in the air, showing off as she did so. Flipping through the air in a tightly concealed ball she landed feet first on the ground, looking around. Good she thought to herself. I?m behind a relatively large boulder, just what I need.

A Syntech soldier came running behind the boulder, carrying with him several garments, none of them one that she was overly proud of. Ushering him away politely so she would have some privacy, Akane preceded in taking her clothing off, after double checking to make sure nobody was peeking. Struggling to relax as the cold wind hit her the youth began to search for a focal point, searching her depths for the inner power she had gained after her trials with her demon friend. Chattering her teeth from the chilly air she finally found the focal point. Like a elixir of life it was; the warmth of it filling her body, her power; her potential; her majestic beauty raising tenfold. To any who saw it was like a dream, the vision of the young youth fading into the darkness, only to be replaced with the much taller; much more mature; much more powerful, figure.

Brushing her skin off the adult blushed, covering up her breasts as she looked at the clothing. Removing the white panties she proceeded to put them on, followed by the very short black mini skirt, a very tight white shirt, knee high socks, and black shoes. The golden woman brushed her clothing off, taking notice to the fact that her skirt didn?t do anything for ones modesty, barely covering her panties even when she was standing still. Infact, she could imagine what would happen when she moved, something she couldn?t help but giggle at. Messing with her hair she quickly made pigtails, jumping up on to the boulder she had been hiding behind as she finished the process; her skirt lifting up as she jumped, giving a clear view of her panties.

Leaping into the air Akane soared, gliding effortlessly as she looked down at the people below, at the forces who were fighting each other on the field of combat; blood for blood. Nobody noticed her until she called out to those below, the soldiers of Syntech not even looking at their superior officer; as they knew what was going to happen.

?Watch out below!?

She called out, giggling as he skirt pulled up to above her hips, giving a clear view of her panties for all the opposing fighters to see. Landing on the ground in one man?s arms resulted in the man fainting, his hormones to much for him to handle, such was the intoxication of his moment. Several others collapsed in envy, trying to get a look again at what laid underneath her skirt; while others leaped at the man who had collapsed on the ground; wanting to hurt the man who had gotten a chance to hold her. Playing with her hair the pretty lass giggled, shaking her hips. ?Now which one of you studs wants to wrestle with me??

Walking forward she bent over to examine a man collapsed on the ground, kissing him on the cheek. As she bent over her panties became visible again to all who stood behind her, and several drew closer, wanting to touch that booty; eyes lighting up like stars. Much to their surprise the woman turned around, lecturing them. ?Naughty boys! That?s not how you are supposed to treat a lady.?

Stretching as she walked towards them the human youth?s shirt ripped, revealing her young breasts beneath. Blushing she removed her shirt, speaking quietly.

?Oh my. I?ve been offly naughty? She said sweetly, crossing her legs innocently as she did so. Looking at them with watery eyes Akane whispered loud enough for all to hear. ?Which one of you wants to punish me??

Needless to say, those who didn?t were already collapsed on the ground. Those that did rushed forward in a surge, attacking each other to get at the youthful young lady, one even calling out.

?I?d love to tap that.?

(My job is done. >_>)

[Burter]

"Fall back!" Cried the proud, but not stupid, Vejita I. "Signal the snipers to create a line!"

The Commander of Dante kicked his oppenent, Zarbon, backwards. At that moments, a line of sniper fire opened up from Dante's side, causing a shift of movement in the field. Syntech fell back to avoid fire. The battle still raged, but Dante wisely was changing things up.

Though the fight had lasted for hours, deaths were not very high. But to say that one side wasn't winning was ignorance: Syntech just had more men on the field, while Dante had more men off and firing from afar.

"You've lost, Commander," Zarbon told his adversary.

"Hmph," said the saiyan. "You're right. We're losing this game of numbers." He then gave a cocky grin, "But we haven't lost anything yet."

As if on cue, a stampede of noise came from the West, near the Temple of the Moon.

From atop the new tower, someone shouted the words no one on Syntech wanted to hear. "We've got company!"

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Flanking from the west came Broli's unit, the Outland Unit, with 737 more men fresh and ready for battle.

Sniper fire raged. The Outland men hit the Syntechies like a trainwreck. Total slaughter.

Now was decision time for the Syntech army. Fight a losing battle, or live to try again?




(Broli's unit has arrived, including Minoshia, Bulma, Piccolo Daimoun and King Cold.

Syntech is outmatched. Generals of Syntech units may decide to stay, or run. If they stay, victory is a small chance. Running doesn't guarantee safety, but does give you a much better chance. The Generals deciding are Zarbon, Pan and Retane. You can RP it or decide in the Syntech forum.)

[Broli]

Burori spoke to his team of assassins, all huddled around him. ?The tower, go. Kill the officer in command of it.? With a nod, they were off, Broli turning to face his troops who were firmly formed row by row.

?Men!? Broli roared, moving across the front lines of his force. Beyond them stretched a battle of the ages, the first real battle of Dante?s Abyss: Conquest. Within range, it was already occurring. ?You have marched miles upon miles to come to this moment! Before you stand our brothers under Team Fusion, firmly entrenched in a battle for glory against the Syntech army! Let me tell you, we have nothing to fear!? The soldiers listened intently, in formation as their eyes remained fixed on their Commander. ?Do they possess our training?! Do they possess our skill?! No! We are unmatched, and today we shall prove it! Syntech will die like dogs underneath our feet! Now tell me, are you ready to fight this day?!?

An enormous cheer erupted from the formation of Team Outland, the soldiers raising their weapons in unison as their blood flowed with a lust for battle. ?Today, we shall make a name for our force! Today we shall bring glory to our entire team! Today is the day that no one forgets who we are! FOR DANTE!!!? roared Burori, raising his weapon towards the ensuing battle. With that, the men charged, holding the line as they pushed towards the confrontation. Snipers remained, aiming and taking their shots at the men in Syntech uniforms. With every step, the soldiers? roared wildly, ready to fight to the death for the glory of Dante. With a crash, the Dante force rammed into Syntech?s flank, spattering the sky with blood, bone, and sinew. Team Outland had flanked Syntech.

[Vejita I]

"How...does it feel flowing in your veins?" King Vejita's statement was growled from beneath him with his raspy voice only being heard in a murmur from the clatter of this war. Both commander of their respective armies were kneeled downwards with each breath being possibly their final. Zarbon's eyes fluttered with such fatigue while clashing with the malevolence emitting from Vejita's. "How...does what feel?" The words were stumbled upon by his equal exhaustion to the saiya-jin warrior. His strands of magnificent locks dangled over his temple with sweat spiraling down in beads.

The changeling was baffled at such a query, unaware of the former king's meaning behind it. In order to appropriately set a dramatic scene, the elderly warrior's lips were reluctant to reply. With a momentary pause, his tongue seemed as though it was equal in weight to a a well-proportionate structure. He struggled to mutter the retort while clutching desperately to whatever miniuature power he could attain to seize an offensive.

"The fear that affects your every thought. It binds you, no, it cripples you of your courage, does it not? The death of Dante soldiers will not be vain, for the heads of your team will be placed here as a reminder of our might. Vengence will strike hard and fast here today; the end IS now!" That speech was weaved with so much emotion derived from the soul of the saiya-jin, and its capabilities were shown from the detonation of amazing power that were bestowed upon King Vejita and Zarbon.

Both fighters regained their former status with boots placed into the blood of their comrades. The changeling seized the initiative with his limb being flung with only the objective of decapitating the Dante commander. It was unsuccessful however, and Vejita's fingers clasped the throat of Zarbon with each finger engraving themselves into his flesh.

Blood trickled forth from the wounds, but they were of minor detail. "I...ugh....you..." The unknown creature staggered slightly, but unleashed his might upon the saiya-jin with the thought of his life looming to a conclusion in his brain. Zarbon claimed a similar approach as his opposing fighter with both hands mangling Vejita's neck with similar intentions. Their auras flourished over one another in that instant as they realized that this strategy wasn't at all intelligent or beneficial to either parties. The glimmer of their auras entangled corpses and other soldiers in the barrier of awesome power.

Dust and debris swirled upwards in a wonderous display of their powers. Their hair was whipped backwards as a result to the violent wind shifting in the region. It wasn't a pleasant atmosphere for war, but with the only mission is survival as your objective, it wasn't at all significant.

[Minoshia]

Blood ruptured from a man's body in front of him, a bullet wound exploding through the Syntech warrior's chest and landing gore on his face and torso. Broli's words still rung clearly in his ears, driving the adrenaline through his veins. It had been a long time since he'd been a part of such a complete military force. Each soldier's strength grew with every advancing step they took into the Syntech army.

The Konat was on the frontlines, his hands tearing into men, cutting them down to size before him. The girl with the blue hair fought beside him, he wouldn't let her out of his sight in fear she wouldn't make it through the battle alive on her own. She had this important hue that circulated around her, and the prince was drawn to protect her for some inexplicable rationale he couldn't begin to decipher.

Bullets continued to whiz above their heads, picking off the Syntech warriors around them. Blood was coming down like rain, pooling below his feet and running down his face like a stream. As it ran into his pores, it was absorbed into his soft skin. The taste of blood filled his brain, more adrenaline hurled itself through his veins. Blood lust ran through his eyes, his teeth baring and tongue licking the red ooze that filtered itself around the corners of his mouth.

"Delicious?" The dark prince mumbled to himself as a Syntech warrior charged him. The Konat warrior lifted his energy rifle and leveled it to the stomach of the defenseless warrior, who stopped in his tracks and tried to move out of the small circle of dead bodies Minoshia currently occupied. Abdomen muscles ruptured as energy pierced the flesh of the fleeing warrior, his intestines ripped in half and slid slowly out of his body as he gradually collapsed onto his knees.

"Minoshia!" In the heat of battle he had let himself be distracted, and quickly turned towards the familiar voice of the damsel in distress. He had never been much of a hero, but it was better late then never to get into that game.

As the Konat turned around, he didn't see what he expected to see. He anticipated a mob surrounding and gang-beating the young innocent girl. In reality, she was kicking ass, there was just too many of them. The Dark Prince dug his feet into the debris ridden blood puddles that soaked gradually into his boots and tensed his muscles. Red flames began to lick around his body slowly, erupting in his aura. The sheer power of his kaioken itself launched Syntech warriors backward in a shock wave of strength.

Pressing hard towards Bulma, Minoshia hurled energy as he sprinted at her attackers. He heard eruptions and screams, and fanaticized about the possible outcomes of his energy balls. He had closed in quicker then he had thought, and had caught one of the Syntech warriors off guard. The attacker didn't realize the prince was approaching from behind, and when a piercing, tingling sensation of raw pain seared through his gut he looked down in wonder. All he saw was a quick glimpse of the cold steel Minoshia lugged around on his back, before he died.

As the body fell in front of him, he looked into the eyes of the girl and winked. It appeared she wasn't too fond of killing, so Minoshia decided it would be best to help her with that dilemma. She would punch a Syntech warrior, he would fall or stumble backwards, and the Konat would be there to shatter their bodies with energy, or incinerate them with his fiery might. It was the perfect combination, she fought and only had to land a couple of strikes on each foe, and the prince of darkness was there to clean up and deal death. She threw up the alley-oop, and he slammed it down with authority. It was effective, quick, easy and enjoyable, in one word it was perfect.

And Minoshia got to play his part, acting in his favorite role, The prince of darkness was once again The Reaper, and he brought death, oh did he bring death.


OOC- I don't know if i like it.

[Retane]

Out numbered. Out matched.

Retane stood in Fate's Tower looking over the side, down at the feild. The reinforcements of Dante closed in on the battle. It was quite evident to the mercenary that they were in a rough spot and as it progressed, it could only get worst. A slight turn of the head got the attention of small unit behind him. He motioned for them to come forward. Among the group was Bradley, the black serpentiod, the Goat-jin and the bright colored mutant from the barracks.

"Mamba", the mercenary called to the serpent as he pointed down into the crowd of the Dantes finest, "See the cyan haired one? See that she's killed." "Pigme", the goat was next for orders."Have your snipers to aim for the elites if they can."

"On it", the horned beast said as he turned and headed for the stairs.

"Burst, see if you can create a few fires in the patches of wood." A nod from the bright mutant was all the renegade got as he too was gone. The mercenary showed little interest in their enthusiasm as he turned to face his second in command. "Let me know if anything else important happens."

"I will." Of course he would. He didnt know how to do anything but obey. Retane moved around his commander but stopped at his side, "The chances of Syntech Corp winning this battle", questioned the namek

"Eighteen percent."

The mercenary moved to the portal and headed down the stairs, making not even the slightest thud. The mercenary looked down as he went, not at the steps, but at his side. His slender hand reached to his side and opened the container on his pouch. The contents was none other then the infamous Deck of Cards. Flipping the lid as he went, Retane palmed the deck into his hands.

The mercenary flipped the top card to reveal none other then the nine of hearts. The death card. The card held a special interest to the assassin as it was the very card that helped him betray an ally, only to turn around and be the same card that had killed him on Dante. The mercenary placed the card in the middle of the deck and shuffled them. He haulted as he came to the base floor and slid the deck back in it's box. Continuing, the mercenary headed for the exit, back onto the field of battle.

The air whipped him in his face. A low growl escaped his lungs as a snear crepted upon his visage. Eighteen percenart chance of winning this battle. The mercenary fingered the deck before he replaced it.at his side. The sounds of cries and gunshots kept the night air active, but the assassin seemed to ppay little attention. He had drowned them out, concentrating on other things. He wasn't leaving this field, until it was clear of his enemies. Numbers only meant more blood and more challenge.

The mercenary looked on under his cowl, pulling it lower over his eyes. His foes didn't deserve to see the face or their executioner. The emerald fingers tensed in excitement as the assassin moved ready to yank the life forces out of as many as he could. If he fell, it wouldn't matter. After all, it was only a game. A game he was playing to the end.

[Grandpa Gohan]

The reinforcements had arrived, and gramps had bandaged his wound. ?That rat bastard, stabbing me in the ass, what WAS he thinking?? He commented to himself.

As if born anew, Gohan found himself full of energy, letting off a low grunt, his aura exploded into sight, the white flame licking his body. His newfound vigor he intended to use, and he ran back into the fray of soldiers battling for their lives. Two orbs of bright white energy became visible in the hands of the old man; he rushed a soldier of Syntech, pushing it into his stomach, repelling him backwards with a gaping hole in his stomach. Turning around quickly he repeated the move against another who had made himself aware to the astute human.

He ran up the back of a Dante warrior who was blasting away with his rifle. He observed the battle for a moment before he started to descend back to the earth below. Again he engaged many from the opposing force, drawing their attention as the support units shot almost blindly at the Syntech force, more than once gramps had to deflect a random ki ball that was heading for him.

The once green grass was now being stained severely from the blood of both sides. Although the elderly man had suffered a severe blow to the ass, and a gash on his abdomen and arm, he was still handling Syntech soldiers quite easily. The old human jumped off a Syntech warrior?s chest, cracking his armor and sending him backwards. On his way back he placed his hands to one side, the glow of his energy began to show and swirl about.

?Masenko-? he began, the orb growing in size but being ?caged? by the wrinkly hands of Gohan.
?HAAA!!? he yelled as he pushed out both his hands, the ball of energy which he held was forced out, a thick beam pouring out from his hands, clearing the way of the opposing force, and a few unlucky souls of Dante. The path that gramps had created didn?t last long; quickly it filled again with soldiers from both sides.

OOC: Its really short, and ended kinda aburptly, but I dont think I could have added to anything in this post. >.<

[Retane]

The mercenary bursted through the ranks, into the open area. His clothes were soaked in multiple spots and torn in others. He collapsed to a knee as his lungs forced him to catch his breath. He had killed his fair share of men this night, and thats what he had intended to do. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the tower he had seen built to the finish. Fate"s Tower. The mercenary saw through the slit that his Leiutanant stood there still, watching on. Watching him.

Retane stood up as he reached for the cards and wit the flip of a finger, drew a card out of the box. King of Spades, or Skulls in the manner of his deck. With a flick of the wrist he sent the card flying behind him, not watching for the target that he had hit. He looked back down at the cards once again, before resting them in their respective spot once again. Raising his hand to chest level, the mercenary palmed a simple orb. Tossing it into the air, the mercenary took off in a sprint.

A flash of bright light hit the air momentarilly blind all that saw it. The rogue bursted into his top speed, now, the sky blanketing itself with darkness as he went, making him even harder to see. The warrior ducked quickly into the mouth of the solid rock, not pausing to look back. If any followed him, they would die. He was more at home here, just like his days at Mercy.

Moving down the tunnel, the assassin sighed wondering his next step. He was now alone on the island. No allies, but plenty of enemies. Lowering the cloak the warrior smirked. No one could blame him for leaving Syntech. He was a mercenary after all, and wasn't going to loose under a boss he hadn't chose to follow under. And so, he traveled, deeper into the darkness, Rogue in the Abyss.

OOC: Syntech minus 1 Retane.