Ayden & Cain vs Aerone & Killiak | June 2021

[This battle didn't end. Aerone and Killiak are both members of BLADE aka BABEL, Law's group. After I defeated them, a call for a judge was requested by Aerone. The battle was on their forum and I failed to find anyone to represent me as  a judge and I can't judge my own fight so I was forced to take an L. Anyway just posting this because I technically won but this is just like the fight with Vincent so is what it is.]

#= notes that I wrote while reading their post

Round 1

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Aerone 1:

At last, a sense of order has finally been gifted… in the form of a short-lived reprieve; gentle resonances of beeps, clinks, and rings inundated the flight-deck of a small transport shuttle to describe how everything was in order, even though it wasn’t long ago that chaos perched along the ship like a celebrity. Everything onboard that vessel was ushered into an age of lunacy, a span of time which seemed like it could go on forever… only to be quelled by a young lady whose power was considered legendary, perhaps even godly; if it wasn’t her power that managed to subdue the recusant, then it may have been terror- at the idea of even being in the presence of a young lady of her stature. It wouldn’t surprise her; the name “Babel,” and their infamous CIDE members, was often promulgated by the mouths of people none of them even cared to be aware of. Their power and fame were, and remains, controversial to points where their name alone burgeoned entire associations of silhouettes to rise out of shadows, and distastefully announce themselves as enemies. Of course, these newfound adversaries could always strive to snuff out Babel’s name… but they would be but one of many who tried; in fact, there was one individual who just newly introduced to this axiom, and his defeated frame lay encaged behind bars while his dignity was continuously siphoned.

#Apparently she has god like power. Is apart of a Babel a group of cock sucking edgelords. Her name is Delta. She's currently on a transport ship.

A lone warrior who seemed totally intent upon defiling the names of any who crossed his path, managed to rise to stardom through acts of domineering, etc… and was ultimately awarded with a warrant. Who managed to apprehend this degenerate? None other than Delta herself, even if she was of belief that he was not worth her time… and from her perspective, she was correct. He was supposedly a thorn in everyone’s side, but once Delta arrived to apprehend him, pandemonium bowed to her presence while just her name alone brought with her a malevolent sense of order which slowly permeated about like an obnoxious, crepuscular, miasma. Within a short span of time, someone who thought they perched atop of the universe was rendered subjugated, cuffed, and imprisoned… The whole event was lackluster, yet, it wasn’t over; Delta was not only responsible for subduing this figure, but she was also obligated to supervise their transport.

“Councilor, it was truly an honor to watch you apprehend him.” A sole voice among many approached her. “Without you there, we would’ve been at this for days. Thank you.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment, you all should’ve been able to handle someone of that level.” The concatenation of ideas was disrupted by a dainty sigh. “I’d be more embarrassed than grateful, if I were you.” She was so bothered by the idea of wasting her time with such small fry, her temper seeped into her verbiage; anyone could tell she was dumbfounded, but they were wise enough not to kick that hornet’s nest. “With that being said, he should no longer be an issue… So, I’ll be in my chambers.”

#She capture a fugitive nigga and has decided to get some rest. Refers to herself as a 'walking nuke”

Once her departure was announced, a delicate set of claps reverberated about the compartment as audible celebrations of her heels’ acquaintance with the floor; every footfall was just an elegant testimony of how annoyed she was about the situation, and they would be audible until she faded into her room. However, as her frame traversed towards her chamber, she couldn’t help but ponder: why was her assistance necessary if this person folded like a paper plane within a few seconds of her arrival? Was it an act of incompetence, or was it legitimate? Regardless of the answer, she was confident; whatever he had up his sleeve, she could outmaneuver him and overpower him… much to most people’s disbelief.

A lady of her short, and delicate, stature was not expected to have the competencies necessary to hold a seat in Babel’s upper echelon, let alone fight; most of these assumptions were cultivated in response to Delta’s graceful, yet dreamily feminine features. Ranging from the clothes she wore all the way to her mannerisms, Delta’s character defied typical hallmarks often portrayed by “walking nukes” such as herself; instead of being an imbecilic warmonger, she practiced a more subtle approach… which often marshalled her to be underestimated. Poor fools… She maintained her status as one of CIDE’s most unapproachable members for a reason, and perhaps the incarcerated imbecile was unaware of this… maybe they all were unaware of this.

Endowed with only a few moments of reprieve, commotion once again reared its ugly head; with cupcake in hand, Delta was initially enjoying her moment’s break, only for her train of thought to shatter along with a sense of quiescence. Screams, shouts, and all other forms of audible turmoil breached the walls of her chamber and bathed her with their discordance. Before she could even fathom what occurred, the “zzzzzzennggg” of her door’s sudden acquiescence momentarily seized her attention, only for the person in its shadow to step forward into her room. The being clad in helmet and other Babel-standard garments immediately stood at attention, even though fear coursed through their veins; at this point, she was well aware of some ruckus beyond her walls… but to have this staff member trembling before her… it must’ve been a grave situation. Granted, they could’ve been just as frightened by what was reflecting upon their obsidian face visor; an image of a councilor whom perched upon a chair with their legs graciously crossed amid the diversion of a strawberry cupcake, had their rose-stained scrutiny placed upon the intruder as if they stood within crosshairs. A trademark scowl greeted their entrance, yet its silent presence accurately conveyed the young lady’s vexation.

“Councilor! He has escaped!”

“What?! Explain!” Her vocals were accompanied by an unceremonious plop of her cupcake’s acquaintance with the floor, which caused her gaze to swiftly shift downward in perhaps greater shock.

“We are una-“ Before he could complete his sentence, a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the vessel; following its wake were multiple tremors. Perhaps she could’ve heard what was going on, but a choir of alerts and crimson lights made it difficult for her to sit back and ponder the gravity of what was happening; she had to see for herself. Each alarm portrayed the advent of an increasingly difficult concern, and was awarded with little time to waste. Quick to act upon the shuttle’s sirens, Delta rose from her previously seated position in an unheralded burst of speed; her alacrity was so great, not even the employee perched within her door could move beyond her path fast enough. With a subtle push, they were thrown to the side of the chamber like a ragdoll while her frame traversed into crimson-stained corridors.

#The fugitive escaped and she's about to go investigate

Every alert propagated about with the force of an ear shattering cacophony, and they each were accompanied by a crimson illumination which flashed to the alarm’s tune; however, each pulse diffused into the corridor and painted it with an ominous precognition. Even the shadows became pronounced when inundated within this red radiance. The entire presentation morphed everything into a state of disarray. What were once subtle claps of Delta’s heels meeting the ground became conspicuously vessel-quivering footfalls, until they concluded with a pronounced skid; caught within the scrutinizing gaze of her lamps was a devastated cell… where the recusant once was. A series of charred steel beams, along with a cavalcade of glass shards, described his escape… besides the gaping vacancy that used to be occupied by his body.

Through means unknown, he was no longer bound by Babel’s apprehension, and he decorated the floor with the blood of those who put him there; it was a gruesome display, truly, but not because he callously wasted parts of Delta’s platoon- this wasn’t even her department. She was more bothered by being proven wrong, than anything else. Lines of blood and entrails guided her towards a balcony, which she clutched and leaned upon while her orbs scanned the flight deck below… she didn’t have to search for long, though.

“Is it Councilor they call you?!” A distinct voice called out from below; it was him.

“You must have some nerve to disrespect me!” A hoisted a single foot onto one of the few horizontal bars which comprised of the balcony’s gate, as if she were about to mount it and leap over. However,…

“You hold it right there, girlie! In my hands I have the remote to your docking gates! If you make one more move, I’ll open it and introduce you all to oblivion!” He was awfully intent upon harming everyone, even if it meant his death. “You thought you had me cornered and caged?! Think again! Now I’m commandeering this ship. You try any funny shit; I’ll open the gates and suck us all out of here! I have one of your body suits, so I can survive in the vacuum of space. Can you?!” Maybe he wasn’t intent upon killing himself; maybe this was a well-thought-out plan of escape. “And you… if your earlier show of power was all you could do… you’re going to do well as my… at least you’re the hottest hostage I’ve ever had! His orbs pierced the distance and scanned over her physique in earnest.

#Fugitive got the drop on her and is threatening to open some sort of air lock in the ship. He also offered for her to be his sex slave. Weird but okay.


Illustrated into his mind was the young lady’s physique, who stood at about 5’3”; he possessed no trouble noticing most of her features, even if he was an entire floor below her. By virtue of the interior’s luminance, he could peer upon Delta’s own with disgusting ease. The first of her features to be scanned upon was her hair; dressed within a mostly rose-gold hue, her hair was fashioned in a well-kept ponytail which fell past her shoulders. Likewise, bangs descended upon her forehead in an 80/20 split, while delicate locks decorated each side of her face; it was a presentation worthy of Delta’s class, and it grew even more “feminine” upon one’s observation that her hair color was actually an ombre from rose-gold to rose-pink near the ends of each thread. Furthermore, her crown was also augmented by a somewhat transparent flower, which perched on the left side of her crown.



#Describing her hair as if we give a fuck. She's 5'3” though so relatively short

Secondly to be described by his visage was her outfit: Delta was adorned by an obsidian, double-breasted dress-like garment which was about thigh-length. It was certainly form fitting, as it described her curves pretty well and was pretty atypical as far as dresses go; instead of being a full piece from shoulders to thighs, the garment mostly exposed her bosom, arms, and some of her back… well… it would’ve, if it weren’t for an achromatic polyester material which spanned her physique in the manner of a body-suit, save for her hands. Decorating her feet were calf-high boots with an appearance similar to her dress: business-like. As her gaze met with his, she could feel every bit of disgust offered by his gaze, and that was enough.

Quick to act upon his transgression, a collection of rose-pink energy gathered in her right nieve, only for it to glide across the ambiance before her in a swipe; released in small waves were rose-stained impetuses of mass destruction… if only they met with the target. Since he was apparently true to his word, a simple depress of a button brought about an indiscriminate, yet unforgiving, force capable of displacing nearly everything within the vessel with an instant; what was a shield between them and the outside universe suddenly dissolved, and everything within was immediately assaulted by the vacuum of space. The first casualty was the contraption responsible for the event, while her energy attacks were a close second; adorned by Babel’s protective gear, the adversary casually ejected himself into the void of space as well. Several bodies of those he slaughtered, and those spared of his touch, were callously pulled into the umbral embrace. A few did manage to maintain grip and resist the universe’s pull, but it was a struggle for them.

“Can we not close the dock?!” Even Delta was assaulted by what felt like a wind-tunnel.

“No! We cannot close the bay doors with that remote active! It was supposed to be a safety feature!”

“Ugh! Well how did that work out for you?!” Amid her thoughts, she shaded her lamps and faced away from the ship’s gaping hole, only to open her eyes and gaze upon it once more. “Nevermind, I’ll just retrieve it!” Without another word, her frame leapt above the balcony’s reach; her crown tucked into her arms which were crossed before her head. Within an instant she was inundated with a weightless darkness of space, but they all were in “unknown” territory. However, regardless of their location, she somehow survived the extraction and continued to exist without a single complication, even though she floated in the universe’s vacuous corridors; what’s more impressive is that all senses of self were retained. She could even casually scan the area for the recusant, while those who did not wear protective material… like her… were quickly rendered dead from the environment alone. It was as if her physiology was mysteriously above complications awarded by space; the feat was definitely inhuman.

#So she can survive in space due to her race or whatever that is.

Along with a cold, vacuous embrace came a potent gravitational pull from a celestial object concealed within shade and sand; it was a large planet capable of pulling her, and that blasted remote, into its clutches without any issue. Of course, this meant the recusant wasn’t too far in front of her, and his presence was noted and ensnared by her scrutiny: he wasn’t going to get away with his disrespect, and that was paramount. Once again apt to display her dominance over celestial darkness, she quickly catapulted in his direction and met his form within a blur; her digits coiled about his leg, and seized him within her grip as they both dove into the planet’s atmosphere. As they propelled into the planet’s grasp, their dark ambiance rapidly transformed into an empyreal sea; just as the world became more visible to them, they too became luminous. Sparks of incandescence amalgamed with Delta’s ferocity and friction awarded by their descent, and matured into a brilliantly pink and azure flame which gave them the appearance of a shooting star. His yells and screams became audible as the suit’s material gave way to Delta’s force, and the atmospheric entrance, and that incited the beginning of her retaliation.

Thunders and other shockwaves heralded their entrance into the planet’s many atmospheric layers, while their fiery decoration made even the skies dim. However, she wasn’t there for fun; she was in control the entire time, but the games were at an end. A change in her grip allowed her to seize him with two hands, and with all that force propelling her… she stopped, only to throw him with that driving force plus her own. Needless to say, he spanned that distance with the appearance of lightning; an explosion celebrated his collision with masses of sand… only for whatever remained of him to be acquainted with the lady’s heel, a drop that was likely powered by a force beyond several hundred miles per hour. A secondary detonation greeted the entire sandscape, flinging sand everywhere while a crater several hundred yards deep, and wide, newly decorated the scenery. At the time, she did not care where she was, only that he was dead… There was nothing left of this supposed recusant, but once she was aware of his death, she calmly perched up and looked about.

“Huh…? Where am I??”

“In a territory unmarked by Babel.” A secondary voice answered her call, and its presence was accompanied by a subtle glow of the flower within her crown; it was her LEA, a level 4 artifact capable of so many things. “From what I can sense… these are the blood-enriched sand dunes of a once-great empire named Xenom…”

“Xenom? Don’t think I’ve come across that name before… But that device should be here… somewhere.” From within the massive crater formed by her arrival came the unscathed damsel herself, with her arm hoisted above her eyes to shield out the sun’s bright radiance. The rumors were true; she possessed the power of an entire army, and could easily display more if provoked. She may appear unarmed, but she could summon and adorn any of her armaments with nothing but a simple thought. “I suppose with an entrance like that, I better be observant…” But, who would come for her amidst a sea of red sand?...


#So she crash landed on a desert planet full of sand and has the power to summon weapons to her should she need to use them. 

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Killiak 1:

So, what does the last remaining Super-Demon in the Omniverse do in his spare time, anyway? Well, he’s not sitting around sipping tea and smelling the flowers, that’s for damn sure! If there was one truth to Ishida Sol, it would be that he lives and breathes chaos. From the time he was born up through his gajillion lifetimes, he’s always thrived on mayhem and destruction regardless of consequences. Victims? Their memory was snuffed the moment he set his sights on them. Today would be no different, but first he had to wrap up his current endeavor.


#He's a “super-demon” has lived for a “gajillion lifetimes”



Ever since he came to this galaxy, Ishida never had a clue where he was. The extent of what he needed to know revolved around Babel’s activities, as he was sent here to assist its leader for the foreseeable future. In the beginning there wasn’t too much for him to do, but eventually as activities increased, he found himself on more and more assignments. He was extremely proficient at wiping out entire armies, though he often found himself facing small groups of rebels. This galaxy simply did not have as widespread of forces as he was accustomed to dealing with, though it wasn’t all that bad. The groups that did stand up to Babel and its parent of the Nibiru Alliance, while they were small, they made up for it with tenacity and grit. This was much to the ire of Babel who had long since grown tired of the growing nuisance, and as such had contracted Ishida to send a message.


One group in particular had stood out above the rest: BLADE. Their story was fairly typical of these renegade factions. Beginning as a small gathering of two or three like-minded individuals, these so-called “Heroes of the People” had grown considerably in size. Their charismatic leader had attracted a handful of powerful warriors, brilliant minds and small companies to provide resources for their cause. This simply could not be allowed in Babel territory.


As he did with all missions, Ishida took his time getting to the objective. It was not uncommon for him to see something worth checking out as he swam across the galaxy, and such a thing had delayed him for several days. He found himself on some desolate world, its civilizations long gone leaving only the ruins of their homes behind. Accompanying the remnants of the dead were tens of thousands of dark spirits, monsters born of hatred and fueled by hatred roamed the lands. Their immense collection of darkness stood as a beacon to the Super-Demon as he made his way towards the destruction of BLADE, causing him to take a detour.


Standing upon the dust laden streets and surrounded by dilapidated buildings as far as the eye could see, Ishida began looking around. Wearing his typical outfit composed of a red and black vest which hugged the large, well-toned muscles of his torso, his arms were uncovered as usual. Another stand out feature to his vest was that they featured a large strap held together with a golden buckle liken to a belt, fastened horizontally across his abdomen and chest. As black as the space he loved to travel through, they had replaced his normal organic arms long ago. Several traces ran from his fingertips up to the large pulsing spheres of crimson housed within his shoulders. These traces featured faint crimson light of their own, though their purpose was anyone’s guess. Proportionally correct for his large frame, they moved as naturally, and fluidly as regular appendages should. In spite of his immensely long life prior to receiving them, the Anima ARM had become a signature trait of the Super-Demon.

Covering his waist was another large belt held together by gunmetal colored buckle with the word ‘Free’ etched into its surface. His legs were covered by a pair of white well-worn jeans, his upper and lower legs covered in the same brown straps as his upper torso. These straps were known as the Judgement Restraint System or J.R.S for short and served to limit Ishida’s power significantly. Finally, covering his feet were a pair of crimson boots made of an unknown combination of materials. The top portion of the boot extending from the toes to the top was covered in a contoured plate, while the soles were of some flexible material that still allowed for superior footing and traction. They were dreadfully heavy and featured several negative effects that served to further limit the Super-Demon’s physical strengths, but they could withstand his power and that was what mattered. At least until he broke it again.

His face, neck and a portion of his chest were deeply tanned, his skin as youthful as the day he stopped aging. A squared, powerful jaw and high cheekbones gave him an imposing look. His eyes appeared to be a deep, dark brown; his wild spiky brown mane of hair held out of his face by a forehead protector nearly identical to his belt-buckle. The key difference was that the forehead protector was heavily armored and protected his head from piercing damage, and on its surface the word ‘RAGE’ was carved into it.

All in all, Ishida’s appearance was not one to forget. Even in this backwater Galaxy, he was earning a reputation for his ruthlessness in battle. He wasn’t the type to leave survivors, yet here someone had left so many lost souls behind. He looked around with an expression of disgust, even as the monsters of the night encroached on his position.

“What a waste…”

Ishida scoffed as he reached into his jeans and pulled out a lightly crumpled box of Marlboro Reds from one pocket and a black and gold flip-top lighter from the other. Lighting up his cigarette he inhaled the toxic, specially blended smoke with delight, the Demon’s Blood Particles going to work immediately. He simply stood and watched as the spirits of the dead gathered around him, accompanied by beasts as tall as the once great buildings used to be, and enjoyed his smoke.

“You sons o’ bitches are mine.”


As if heeding his call, the terrors of the night all converged on Ishida’s location. Without moving a muscle, Ishida called forth his newest addition [in comparison to the rest of his equipment, at least], by way of utilizing his Gravija. Bending space to his will, the God Fear known as The Overlord manifested in its rightful place: upon his belt on either side of his hip. Curved relatively short sheaths held twin Kodachi, their surfaces harboring a swirled mixture of crimson and obsidian. The guards resting atop the sheaths’ opening were likewise identical, forged of some unknown material with a dull gray color in the form of flat, spiral-patterned spikes. Extending from the guards were the handles, which were the finest ivory in color wrapped in blood-soaked silk.
Once armed with the Overlord, Ishida raised his left hand and partially exposed the blade—dark grey in color with strange red and black markings found on its face. Though the monsters could never appreciate such fine craftsmanship, the blade’s hamon indicated the level of care put into its creation. More importantly than how the blade looked was the effect it had on the creatures so intent on devouring Ishida—like some kind of bad cartoon, the beasts veered every direction they could to avoid him. Many crashed into the street, others into the walls of the already barely standing buildings, and those apparitions without corporeal bodies vanished from easy viewing.
Then something most unexpected happened.

{BGM: “Wanna Be Crazy!”}

An explosion of harsh sounds burst into the forgotten city’s vicinity. The air and the space which it occupied warped and twisted as two parallel tracks of tremendous proportions descended from beyond the sky. Their landing onto the ground cratered their surroundings and no sooner had the dust settled did two angry red beams appear in the distance. Another burst of a horn filled the realm, followed by the thunderous stampede of the newest arrivals’ engine and wheels.
Doomtrain


Suddenly Ishida burst with laughter, smoke billowing from his mouth as he spat the last bit of his cigarette to the ground. The legendary Doomtrain stampeded toward him, and he drew his blade in full, flipping it over his hand before impaling it into the ground nearest his left foot.

“Go on pal, drink your fill of these lost ones. Catch up when you’re done, I’m GOIN’ FOR A RIDE! HAHAHA!”

The massive primal was every bit as impressive as the stories told. Demonic steel smothered every surface, following sharp angles and curves alike. From its smokestack, every plague known to both the living and the dead poured into the skies making the night even darker. Its horn sounded as much as the frenetic roar of a horde as it did a trumpeting burst of epic proportion. Then there was its head, which appeared to be “alive”, if it could be called that, ablaze with two smoldering red eyes and a maw of razor-sharp blades. When it closed down upon Ishida, the Super-Demon leapt up on top of the great train.

Once he was atop the train, Ishida slammed both hands into the hull of Doomtrain from just behind the smokestack. Doomtrain let out a bone-chilling cry as Ishida dug each arm into its body down to his elbows. Eventually the sound of Ishida’s laughter rivaled that of the primal’s, and out from Ishida’s body poured thick clouds of his infamous Gravija.
“I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS!! HAHAHAHA! LET’S GOOOO!!”


Without knowing Ishida’s reputation, one could be forgiven for being awe-struck by what came next. For him, this was just one big ass game that just got a hell of a lot more fun! Through sheer physical might, Ishida picked Doomtrain up off its tracks and effectively hijacked the massive primal, taking it on a one-way trip into space. Doomtrain howled and screamed in agony, shaking violently in attempt of ridding itself of a monster worse than itself, but nothing could shake the Super-Demon’s grip. Before long the seemingly endless primal catapulted across the sky and right off the planet it had called home for so long, with Ishida laughing wildly on top.

Several minutes into the affair, Doomtrain opened several vents along its surface and released directed streams of countless maladies his way. It was all for naught, just as the disembodied souls of the damned to follow would be too. Legions of souls annihilated by the once great primal found themselves imprisoned in Ishida’s Gravija, resulting in a massive blob of dead monstrosities smothering the hull of Doomtrain. Meanwhile, Ishida was having the time of his life, enjoying the ride through space on the biggest train he’s ever seen!

Unfortunately, just as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, Ishida’s joyride through space would reach its final destination before long. A simple adjustment to his Gravija sent the chaotic stream of death careening through successive warps across the Galaxy, only to stop just beyond the atmosphere of yet another unknown planet. It just so happened that there would be a recently vacated transport ship belonging to one of his “associates”, though he didn’t know it at the time, right where the Super-Demon and his new toy would appear. As a result, the vessel was completely obliterated, blown to bits through sheer physical trauma alone.

Now that he was no longer warping through space, Ishida and Doomtrain were cast into a wild spiral as they made their way down to the blood-red sand covered planet. In all truthfulness, Ishida was having the time of his life, laughing maniacally even as the unlikely duo hurtled through the atmosphere. Their arrival was decidedly more announced and catastrophic than that of the dainty Cide, that much was certain.

Like a Doomsday Meteor of epic proportions, Ishida and Doomtrain streaked through the skies in a great wake of fire. Doomtrain continued to howl though at this point it was more of a scream of terror and agony, but it was to be short-lived. To Ishida, the scenery was cast into a dull array of gray patterns specially tuned for extremely high-speed movement. As such, he was able to spot the rose-haired dame emerging from her landing site of what would normally be an impressive crater—until he arrived. With ease, Ishida steered Doomtrain to spear into the sands directly in front of her, while urging his ride to transcend the typical terminal velocity of his descent.

The explosion was absolutely magnificent.

Liken to an atom bomb being detonated, Ishida and Doomtrain collided with the sands, creating a crater that extended for several kilometers in diameter. The immediate site was transformed into molten glass in every direction as the fire consumed the skies above, generating wind-force of such magnitude the neighboring dunes beyond the crater were flattened for several more kilometers. The whole spectacle of Ishida’s arrival lasted several minutes before subsiding.


Once the dust settled, the pulverized remains of the once great primal were piled high, with Ishida sitting lazily on top of the dead heap. His legs dangled over the sides as he braced himself on both arms extended behind him, leaned back. After a while he started laughing once again, taking several deep breaths as his demonic voice echoed over the wastelands.
gajillion lifetimes

#He high jacks a train with pure brute strength and then flies off the planet and enters the galaxy before finally entering the desert planet we're all about to fight in.

“HA HA HA HA HA!!! THAT WAS AMAZING!”

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself, it was time to celebrate with a smoke. He reached again into his pockets to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter and after plopping one into his mouth, promptly lit it and took a deep drag. It was shortly after that the dainty woman he saw on his descent made her presence known. Upon laying eyes on her, Ishida sprung up and nearly spat out his cigarette.

“Holy shit—HEY! DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

The dame was clearly not amused, but it didn’t bother him any. Anyway, with his travel now at an end, it was time to get to business. He raised his left hand and an instant later the space surrounding the region just in front of his palm twisted and snapped back into place. When it was over, he once more held his kodachi he’d left behind on the unknown planet before. Given his vast abilities, Ishida was able to determine exactly where he was in space at any given moment, thus he knew he’d arrived at the coordinates sent to him for his assignment. With this in mind he figured the girl was part of BLADE, the ones he was sent to annihilate.

Without warning, Ishida stabbed his blade into the dead hull of Doomtrain. What happened next was a terrifying display of the sword’s power as it consumed all of the lost souls once owned by the primal, as well as its own essence, taking the power for itself. This left Ishida to descend onto the sands and stand before the rose-haired beauty, sword in hand and cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth.

“So, I believe I’m supposed to kill you…but maybe we can have a little fun first huh? I’d love to see what’s underneath that silly costume hahaha!”



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Kappy 1:

→ 盗賊を捕まえるだけ | শুধু দস্যু ধরn ←





| Two Weeks before the battle |





An owl flies overhead, the setting being a tall tower: The Arcelia. Both a popular government building representing the Emerald Legion and a monument established after their recent victory on Yavin 9 in the Magobah System. The white owl soon found its way through a window and fluttered around a well lit until finally depositing a letter. What was peculiar though is the color of the letter itself. A deep charcoal black, the recipient didn't need to open it to get an idea of what was inside. Nay, cerulean eyes looked over the piece of paper while an exasperated sigh broke the silence.





= It appears that the Warmaster once again beckons for his favorite lapdog. =





The statement echoed in the slime's mind and his mind only. The words themselves came from a feminine voice bearing acoustics that were smooth like honey. However, the speaker herself couldn't be found...not if someone lacked the sacred Raza gauntlet which contained her. Before Ayden Jack Sylvan (formerly Toshihide) could even answer with his own mighty psionics abilities, Jey, the primordial spirit made herself known within the confines of his office.





= As you know now, the Source grants me a sense of unity with the Multiverse. This Death note you've received comes with ominous tidings. Should you accept, I cannot guarantee your safety. =





Another sigh exited the amethyst slime before it slide from its slide off the wooden desk and onto the marble floor below. All the while, Jey carried on with her warning. The dark purple Raza gauntlet remained on the table, it along with the five crystals embedded within it provided both Jack and Jey with an intimidate connection to the mighty cosmic energy field known as the Alpha Effect along with three other cosmic fields linked to the Source as well.





= I see all that is, was, and will be but the outcome of this battle in particular is an obscure stain in the oceans of the Time-stream. Thus, before you blindly answer the summons, I ask you to reconsider. =





Her words bore a lot of wisdom, not just because she's more or less an ethereal AI to the finest piece of “techno-wizardry” that the slime created but also because her Sixth sense had never led Jack to ruin. Alas, her ward was not having it. As captain of the Emerald Legion's 5th company, Jack had to lead by example. An assignment such as this wasn't given lightly and he knew it was given to him for his exemplary service record. Jack shifted into his usual form, one derived from the Kryptonian DNA gained from the H'El project along with those of Earth 33 that he collected on his many travels throughout the omniverse. With a puff of smoke, the slime transformed to a 6'2” and 207 lbs athletic and muscular man with a wild saffron mane. Immediately, the gauntlet appeared on his right appendage as Jack turned around to open the Death note.





As he suspected the contents consisted of a set of intergalactic coordinates, along with a report of key areas already scanned for his infil/exfil procedures, and a report pointing out a few imperative dangers regarding this realm to fight in along with an expected date of arrival. Folded neatly in a pile in the corner of his desk were tools he'd carry with him on this fateful affair: an enchanted scarf, a case of nearly 50 Dryfter daggers, his usual navy skintight bodysuit, and a black bandanna that Jack tied to stay centered in preparation for the battle to come.





= Jey regardless of the outcome, it's my job to sow the seeds of Salvation that is the Emerald Legion. =





With that said, he'd walk to go check on the growing rate of his other companion. One that would follow him to the very pits of despair.





| Present time |





During his adventures throughout the omniverse, Jack had collected quite an arsenal but he figured to save time, he'd handle today's tasks directly. Upon a massive dreadnaught, the Captain rode until finally stopping in a safe distance outside of planet Xenom's gravitational pull. Now dark combat boots hugged Jack's feet as a translucent aura permeated Jack's form. It's a subroutine of one of the cosmic fields that he mastered with the gauntlet. He had also gained a full charge for his own abilities prior to coming here. Enhances senses, peerless strength/speed, and an indomitable will were already to be unleashed to both protect the Source and assert the dominance of the Emerald Legion.





The enchanted scarf, now in it's primary form, a Cloak of Levitation, rested upon his shoulders. In the docking bay of the ship, the Jumpmaster charged the FTL teleportation pad in preparation for Jack's departure as he had on the necessary bracelet to both leave and be summoned. This was going a dynamic entry way on to the field of battle. The Jumpmaster shouted in seven second delay, the Warden merely shrugged. Upon the last second, he pulled the lever and with it came a thunderous uproar as lightning crackle in combination with a brilliant flash. Jack is rapidly transmitted from his war ship to the planet Xenom. Specifically dozens of meters away from Ishida and Delta's position. The sheer power of the instant transmission machine caused an earthquake (7.0 magnitude) that could be felt from at least a dozen kilometers as the Sun blazed on this fateful day.





Ishida's post: | “So, I believe I’m supposed to kill you…but maybe we can have a little fun first huh? I’d love to see what’s underneath that silly cost-” |





Interrupted by the earthquake, Jack's delivered to the battlefield with a  position roughly 100 meters West of the pair's position. With only his Kryptonian combat form, the Alpha Effect, and the full light of Willpower to assist him for the time being, he was ready to live or die for the Legion.



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Cain 1:



『?￰ﾝﾘﾐ?￰ﾝﾘﾕ?-?￰ﾝﾘﾗ?￰ﾝﾘﾏ?￣ﾀﾏ

The supermassive door flung up vertically as the hydraulics embezzled with the function screamed in agony from its sheer amount of weight. The sweet smell of churned and broiled motor oil filled the entirety of the cockpit much like coffee would. Metallic clanking took the form of typical footsteps and soon enough a silhouette conjured from what seemed to be nothingness. The ship appeared to be stationed close to a red giant as if the hull plausibly relied solely on the power the giant ball of plasma emitted. Faint, corresponding beeps and whirls transmuted within the cockpit of the ship as their temperatures stabilized as well as prepared for launch to other worlds than these.

The dreadful intercom rang across the cockpit and called for another deployment -- model 23, who is also known as Sol or Ryan Hyperia. He is the prince of the Hyperian society as his father is the Dictator pertaining to the intergalactic city-state.

// "MODEL 23 PREPARE FOR DEPLOYMENT - EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY" //

The only thing the android could do is softly exhale in displeasure, his mood becoming distasteful and otherwise spoiled. He had barely even begun to drink his scolding beverage and instead placed it down onto the table before him. He had literally just gotten back from completely outfitting a company on Mars and his metallic frame was living proof of this. His hardened chest frame appeared to be tattered with a variety of different skid marks as well as tiny and minuscule indentations deriving from projectiles of some sort. Multiple rubber seals could be seen almost falling off of the solid part of the frame as if the thermal paste had finally worn off. After excusing himself from the council he made his way towards the intergalactic transit but before he did so he needed to repair his damages.

Small volts of bioelectricity beaded across a room in particular, the room being lit a faint and subtle teal pigmentation as it appeared to be extremely conductive in the presence of the Hyperian people. The machine was similar to a dry-cleaning service as it massly produced a multiple of different appendages and torsos for the society it withheld. A small claw would have reached down as it magnetized itself with Ryan's CLOUD neurolink as it was placed within the body of an identical embodiment. Upon his consciousness reactivating, small black cylinders known as servo capacitors emitted a scorching trail of steam as his core began to spin. Such an rpm was detrimental to him being able to exist on physical plane such as this one considering that the plasma coursing through his veins needed proper stability.

"Now let's see which wasteland we're onto next.." A small HUD illuminated within the center of his photonic lenses, giving him a satellite view of the uncharted territory. The landscape appeared to be similar to the one in which he had just come from, however, this cityscape got the male's excitement to grow immensely. Small amounts of radiation peered from his central core as the rpm increased dramatically which symbolized that now his systems were up and running -- the thermoelectric generators gaining a sufficient amount of heat to suffice. With a spring in his step after his servos completely coordinated with the rest of his body, he made his way towards the transit where he'd be deployed utilizing the fabric of space and time.


?￰ﾝﾚﾁ?￰ﾝﾙﾸ?￰ﾝﾙﾰ? - ?￰ﾝﾚﾃ?￰ﾝﾚﾁ?￰ﾝﾙﾸ?￰ﾝﾙﾷ?

Shrouded from the heavens, an iridescent and almost blinding array of strobe lights pierced the clouds from above which practically burned the hardened surface of the planet. However, the eradication of water vapor wasn't the worst to come. Almost instantaneously after the strobes dispersed a massive crater appeared as a result of these heavenly lights. Stranded in the center appeared to be extremely robust strands of air waves, the very molecules appearing to vibrate violently as the regions kissing his metallic frame ionized. A delayed shockwave was produced much louder and destructive than his opposition's as it ripped up loose pieces of the road in which he landed upon which included weak architectural investments.

Ryan was never one for working with others or even fighting alongside anyone besides his specific race of people. An extra dimensional sonar pulsed freely upon the planet, functioning similar to that of an advanced beacon. Echolocation was prominent in this source of equipment as it could easily pick up faint and even the most subtle movements generated through motion of any kind. The sound itself sounded as if a species of whale existed IN SPACE! The powerful infrasound was only a passive of his arrival, somewhat weakening molecular bonds it came into contact with by reverberating simultaneous vibrations in a variety of directions. Upon standing up and edging closer to the perimeter of the crater more of his features began to be exposed in the presence of the reality's essence. He was gifted holy strands of dirty-blonde hair, the plastic matrices being an alienated species of nanites that feed off of the supplementing source of bio electricity. He was obviously royal amongst his family and culture considering the ocular lenses he beheld, especially the pigmentation. They glistened a profound gold hue which appeared to be intertwined with life-like, purple vessels. The aforementioned conduits often pulsated their dictated color, almost in a neon manner. In terms of embodiment he took on the typical ectomorph body format which allowed for his myomers to contract and be more revealed in the form of human-like muscles.

He is a literal star or at least the embodiment of one -- most races could never keep up with the Hyperian's technology. They learned to quite literally manipulate the size and shape of stars that they came across. So much that one of Ryan's cores was a supermassive, condensed red-giant intertwined with the very elements gods ceased to breathe as proactive substance or essence. The gravity surrounding his body flowed through spatial space as if it was water, being able to be pushed outwards or inwards depending upon the situation. A loud hover was heard after his initial arrival, the previous battleship he was on hugging close to the edge of the troposphere. However, for some reason it glistened as if an unseen energy pulsated amongst its surface much in the same way Ryan's irises glistened without fault.

Tapping into his neuro-link, he could feel his opposition subconsciously as well as he could see what he saw and vice versa. This meant there was almost no need to verbally communicate to one another when they could telepathically verbalize. He could even go as far as 'feeling' the energy that kissed his biological skin. Ryan himself couldn't feel the same way a human could but it often appeared in the form of pressure pulses as well as the HUD within his consciousness providing some environmental awareness. After the infrasound scouring the city before them, their opponents were highlighted based on the elements that made up their entire physical embodiment in the form of a complex color-code sequence. His influence expanded rapidly but stopped after only around ten feet total, allowing his aetherik conduits to drift a bit throughout the matter he came into contact with.

『 Sol Essence : 100%, Stable
Sol Core : Max RPM, Stable
Distance from Opps : 150 Meters』



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