[S] Croix Noir

[Burter]

Everyone in Syntech starts here, at the castle

Actual unit threads go up as you move away from the castle. Those who stay at the castle would roleplay here, obviously.

Use your movement threads to move.

All NPC units that were given orders have left.

[Burter]

Everyone waited outside Croix Noir for Commander Lucifer to signal for the gates to open. It would be a beautiful ceremony that would spark them all and given them to the will to win, which was something they needed after being left in the dark for so long.

But to everyone's suprised, a green-skinned man stepped forward on the balcony. He raised an elegant hand.

"I will be your commander!" He bellowed for the huge army to hear. "And I will say what you have been waiting to hear...Open the gates!"

Cheers arised from the dark, murder-loving crew. They didn't know if they were cheering for a new commander, or the start of a bloody competition.

It didn't matter. The 2,000 troops had a leader now. A leader who spoke to them.

"To Victory!" Zarbon shouted above the cheers. "To Syntech!"



(Zarbon's coup de tat is successful. Lucifer is in the jail)

[Nori]

The sound of a massive brawl came from the courtyard of the Syntech castle, the scraping of feet on stone, the sound of fist against flesh and bone. Some gasps of pain, although most of the sound was simply the sound pattern of a all out battle; The sound of Ki blasts, of blows, of cracking of ligaments.

Standing in the center of the fray was the young Akane Kimidori, her left arm hanging down loosely as she clenched her right in a fist, prepared for anyone who was to jump her. A glint of seriousness was in her eyes, her body tensed; ready to spring at any given moment. Eyes moving around slowly the youth watched several downed aliens begin to rise to their feet, brushing themselves off in frustration. Their armor was cracked in different places, a few even having light wounds on their bodies.

?C?mon men! We aren?t about to lose to this little girl!? One of the soldiers barked, a purple looking man with a head that resembled a octopus. Several others joined in on his feelings; Attempting to rise to their feet to meet the golden angel, surrounding her in a semi tight circle as they eyed her venomously. Akane did nothing to stop their reforming, simply smiling innocently at them, if not cutely.

?Please don?t be rough on me? She spoke shyly, crossing her legs and moving to side to side slowly. This only aggravated the group, one of the aliens; who appeared to be a changeling in his second form, although with a darker contrast to his skin, leaped forward to silence the youth. Turning around swiftly Akane brought her fist to the changelings face, breaking his nose in one swift blow that sent him hurling backwards. Crying out in pain as he hit the ground the golden youth spoke ?Guess I really don?t know my own strength!?

She giggled quietly, rubbing the back of her golden head. ?Why you..!? With those words the purple squid man leapt forward, the rest of the aliens following suit. A torrent of punches and kicks were sent her way, and with much effort she preceded to dodge them all; In the process delivering blows to each of the oppressors, light blows as to not harm them much. The process continued, those who fall quickly rejoining the fray, until one of the bulkier fighters grabbed her left arm in a grapple, applying pressure to her shoulder.

?Ah!? The words escaped Akane?s lips as she slumped forward, pain racing through her body to such a intense amount that she struggled not to faint; her eyes glazing over as they began to water, her whole body shutting down. Collapsing on to her knees the youth once more cried out in agony, the brute above her enjoying the girl?s screams. Resisting the urge to pass out the girl struggled, bringing to the surface the depths of her power. Trying to rise to her feet despite the pain and brutal force of the alien oppressor, she found herself drawing on that power. Eyes flickering in pain she steadily rose to her feet, even as she let loose a scream into the heavens.

A white aura drew about her, sending the brute that was causing her such pain into the air. Jumping into the air after him the angel kneed him in the stomach, cracking through his armor in one sudden, direct blow. Despite the blow the man managed to keep himself up into the air, if not merely floating; out of breath from the impact of the blow. Grabbing the front piece of his armor in a death grip with her right hand, the golden youth drew him close, wincing in pain from her left arm. Letting him loose she began to slap him repeatedly in the face, bringing her hand across his left cheek with her right palm, then backhanding him on the right cheek with the same hand, in two fluid motions. She continued the process, over and over, with the other aliens staring at her on the ground, eyes popping out of their heads in wonder.

Suddenly she stopped, letting the brute of a man drop to the ground and collide with the surface rather harshly. Levitating back down to the ground slowly Akane stepped in front of the fallen man, looking at the other aliens with interest, before her serious expression suddenly dissolved into a innocent looking expression once more. Rubbing the back of her head she broke out into a wide smile, saying quite quietly. ?I guess I?m pretty tough. Huh??

?Rrrr? She said as she flexed her muscles, rawring for a short time before she broke out in giggles once more. Embarrassed to the maximum the group of fighters surged forth once more, giving it their all versus this one young female. Despite their efforts however they were all beaten down quickly, the bodies piling up on top of each other until all the fighters were unconscious, or incapable of fighting. Despite this condition Akane had made sure none of the warriors were injured to the point where a few hours of recovery wouldn?t heal them completely, as she didn?t want to ruin her own men.

Sitting on top of the pile of bodies she kicked her legs back and forth, giggling to herself.

The men would be carried into the medical room, where after a few hours they would be in tip top shape again. Although they would have learnt a little lesson from the spar about their officer. To not underestimate her because of her gender and age. Respect would also increase of course, and with that the moral of the unit; The belief that they had a unbeatable officer would be imbedded, along with the thoughts that the commander of the army must be even stronger if this was only his officer.

(Ugh, this didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Its most likely one of the worst ones I have done, ever. But.. wanted to post something along these lines, today.)

[Zarbon]

?Orders are out??

?Yes sir.?

?Everyone is position then??

?They should be sir.?

?Should be?? Zarbon opened his eyes. Lying back on his cushy throne still, his sight drifted over to the soldier who stood nervously before his might. His hands were placed tightly at his sides; a true blue private. That?s what he liked to see. He smiled. This?annoyance didn?t dither his mood. ?You mean, we haven?t even sent out a messenger yet?? the transformer inquired, his tone shifting to annoyance. The man straightened, his face hardening from the sudden stress.

A knife to his neck. The mutant laughed inside.

?No sir.? His opposite responded, his tone wavering. ?We were awaiting your command on that, sir.?

The transformer sighed and sat up. ?Well, it?s about time we moved anyway. Prepare the forces.?

?Yes sir.? The private gave a standard salute. His Commander gave none back. In a regimented march, he exited throne room, the click of the door echoing in its vastness.

Zarbon sighed. Only three days as Commander, and he was already having problems like this? Clearly, he wasn?t being hard enough on them. Either that or someone else was going a bit too lightly. Groaning, the transformer stood up. He strode towards the doorway, putting power into every step. An impression with every movement. Croix Noir was looking much better now that he was in control. He wouldn?t have trusted it to anyone else.

The transformer beamed as he stepped into the hallway. Soldiers who were nearby gave him a salute. They had learned over just these few days who was in charge in this army. That girl?s brawl had been a fine example as well. Superiors were superior. End of discussion.

He continued along, walking as king.

A man was slouching to his right.

A quick kick to the nads. The wrongdoer fell.

He continued his trek.

For many years, Zarbon had dreamed of something like this. To rule. To be the sole leader of those around him. He had that. The screams of pain behind him reminded him of his supremacy. All this time beforehand, he was worried he would be something terrible. It didn?t seem so awful now. In a world of fools, sometimes cruelty was the only language.

He didn?t ruin them either. He gave them their wine. They earned it.

The mutant continued to assure himself.

?My balls!?

He smirked.

?Sir!? the man from before ran up beside him. He still seemed a tad nervous. Why wouldn?t he be? ?The men from other quadrants of the castle have already met in the courtyard.? He gave his report in the usual, neutral tone. Nothing to upset his commander. ?We should gather in a few minutes. However, this section needs to file out now, sir.?

Zarbon sighed. The messenger twitched needlessly. The transformer wasn?t upset, just disappointed. ?This will ruin my little parade here.?

?I understand, then I?ll-?

?No. Syntech first.?

?Yes sir.? The man gave his usual salute.

The area was emptied in seconds.

The mutant was alone. He stood perfectly still. All was well, but not for long, he realised. Soon, he?d have to put his plans into action. He couldn?t wait too long? Not with other armies pressing him. They'd be here eventually. Evidently, his rule would not last in this peace. He had to act.

?So much for fun and games.? He said at last, giving a shrug. ?Time to lead the march.?

OOC: Short. But there.