[DBitp] Here Comes The Son

[Lord Raziere]

Solitus:
"Very well. Call the Kami Of Meal. He shall be judge."
Solitus says smiling. He seemed to truly believe he was perfectly fair in all things, and truly focused on making this a fair contest and proving his perfection.

The Bio-Android Child:
As they are hugged, they seems to calm down and takes deep breaths. They still keep talking though.
"Yes.....calm down.......still jumbled....still scrambled.....still....need.....a name...."
He soon breaks the hug.
"It is......not polite to not introduce myself. I don't have a name, therefore I will make one.....so many voices, memories calling out for order in my head. Organization. For all this to be sorted. I shall give my mind that....a linearity."
He conjures a blank book and a pencil and sits down. They begin writing and drawing it at incredible blurring speeds, yet what you see left behind looks as if penned by a master artist and writer, of many faces and stories, probably of real people
"....Call me Pages, at least for now. I do not know whether I'm boy or girl or anything else, aside from what I've....been designed to be. Where to start? Lets start with my dadmommy's name. Their name is -khihyvhfkjeio"
They stop as their tongue suddenly goes out of control and refuses to say.
".....As I was saying, their name is-tfgikcjdlkvjfv."
Again they try and fail as they speak nothing but gibberish. Pages frowns and attempts to write down their parents name. Their hand suddenly goes wild across the page as if suddenly doing meaningless scribbles where before it was if he was drawing frame perfect photographs. He frowns again as it stops as suddenly as it begins. He goes back to drawing and writing down the various faces and people.
"....My memory is sorting more. The book, the writing helps. My programming, the more I look at it, the more I realize how extensive it is. I....am not allowed to say things to you that would compromise their secrets. Not their location, not their codenames, they are incredibly thorough. I am not allowed to even say why they are hidden as the reasons why its hidden might give away a clue as to who they are. When I try I just-lose control. I know where they are but- I don't think its a good idea for me to go. I don't think I'd be able to resist their commands once I got there. I'd be unable to NOT fight you, if they order it.

But I can say....that....Dadmommy....he didn't want to kill anyone. He was given no choice not to kill. But was given a choice of who should die. So he made me kill one who hunted beastmen for sport. My reason for existence, is to be a test of whether the function I came from can work in the situations I am designed for. I'm not saying it makes it better. I'm just stating what information I can. I think....you'll have to be clever to find them."
Oh god no, they actually got someone competent at programming to improve on what Gero was bad at. This is incredibly bad.

Orange Wasp:
He leaves another ki-mine blow up the second planet out of paranoia and teleports to a third lifeless breathable planet, which Kurumo teleports to.
"You have succeeded in your mission."
"Whatever old man, here have your stupid kidnapped woman."
He hands over Baba to Kurumo.
"Yes. Good Work. More mortals should be like you: Obedient. But first..."
He turns to Jade's scrying window and shatters it with his palm, sending Jade flying backwards onto the ground.
"Ow. How did he do that?"
Back with them:
"It seems one of the Skinwalkers was scrying upon you. I don't blame you, none of you are designed to use magic."
"....You mean the Cosplayers."
"SKINWALKERS! I will not have them degrade an ancient form of magic to some mortals obsessive hobby just because they stumbled upon it by accident! Get back to your bosses."
Kurumo teleports out and so does Orange Wasp

He teleports in and the CEO asks
"Well? how did it go? Report."
"The new one was sloppy. They let their ki be shown. A flaw for an infiltrator. It will be a problem going forward if all of them succumb to the stress. I could done better with resorting to this. But what do you expect from children?"
"Don't take that defiant tone with me, boy. These "children" are beings that can destroy planets and possess techniques and skills far beyond their mental age. Your not that much older mentally speaking. Beings like you NEED proper control, so that we profit! Where was the profit in Hailing being allowed to do whatever he wants? Nothing! Wheres the profit in you being allowed to do whatever you want? Nothing! Executive, write it down that our engineers need to fine tune the next models for more stoicism and emotional control. The militaries won't go for super-soldiers that break so easily or talk back to their superiors."
"right sir."
"As for you, Orange Wasp-" He takes out a remote and presses a button, Orange Wasps body is suddenly experiences an electric shock, the best way to inflict pain on these things without triggering their regeneration.
"GYAAAAH!!"
"-go back your quarters at once. Your job is done. We have learned much today. That is for talking back."
Orange Wasp glares at them and turns and leaves, going back down to the living quarters of the rest of the Unkillables. He comes down and a voice says to him.
"So. How was the mission for our stupid money-grubbing overlord?"
Asks Red Mantis, de-facto leader of the Unkillables.

[Emperor Ing]

Solitus

Traube scratched her head, annoyed at being passed over, but also wondering WHY she was annoyed at being passed over to judge this curious contest.
Uh, question: What's a "kami?" She was escorted to Yemma by one of the tentacles of the Horrors of Cirra. The ancient abominations that prompted the creation of the original Belillians. They have, since, become benevolent entities since their defeat. Reclusive, immensely powerful, but benevolent. One of them is even the Kami of Cirra.

The Bio-Android Child.

Apfel hovered towards the creature, careful to keep his movements steady as to not alarm him. He didn't want to start a fight either.

It is alright Pages. You have actually been very helpful. Apfel assured the creature. So he was an artificial construct, an organic one. That actually narrowed it down significantly, as not only was it created, but it had to be controlled. What ever did this would need to have the facilities and budget for a project like this, which narrowed down the possible culprits significantly. Perhaps a government weapons program. The Arcosian Empire is perhaps the first culprit, but that seemed unlikely, as anything that can produce a creature THIS strong, as offspring, there is no possibility he wouldn't know about it. The Empire of Cassius was a second culprit, but biotech wasn't their modus operandi, neither is stealth and infiltration, which is what this project seemed to entail. He'd be surprised if any of the hundreds of sectors and super-sectors, as they're unofficially known, that have been granted sovereignty by the Court of the Eye, would have the resources or even the inclination towards a project of this magnitude. Even if they did, Apfel did his best to keep amicable relations with the smaller States, and even mediated between disputes on numerous occasions. While it couldn't be ruled out, it did rule out a VAST majority of the smaller stellar nations.

Perhaps it's from the private sector? That seemed highly unlikely, as creating bio-weapons this strong would surely be a cost of resources of tremendous magnitude, and shareholders would surely be screaming for the head of the CEO from the stock price plummeting. Unless the shareholders agreed with it. Or shareholder. A possibility that couldn't be ruled out, for sure, but Apfel would be genuinely surprised if there was a majority stakeholder in any publicly traded company (another filter) under the name Kurumo.

My name is Apfel by the way, it's nice to meet you.

You had no choice in the circumstances of your birth, but you can choose, now. I...do not believe you should go back to dad-mommy just yet. The people who control him will control you, too. But we will do our best to free him, and reunite you too. What do you want to do, now?

[Hawkflight]

The Bio-Android Child:

Spoiler

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As they are hugged, they seems to calm down and takes deep breaths. They still keep talking though.

"Yes.....calm down.......still jumbled....still scrambled.....still....need.....a name...."

He soon breaks the hug.

"It is......not polite to not introduce myself. I don't have a name, therefore I will make one.....so many voices, memories calling out for order in my head. Organization. For all this to be sorted. I shall give my mind that....a linearity."

He conjures a blank book and a pencil and sits down. They begin writing and drawing it at incredible blurring speeds, yet what you see left behind looks as if penned by a master artist and writer, of many faces and stories, probably of real people

"....Call me Pages, at least for now. I do not know whether I'm boy or girl or anything else, aside from what I've....been designed to be. Where to start? Lets start with my dadmommy's name. Their name is -khihyvhfkjeio"

They stop as their tongue suddenly goes out of control and refuses to say.

".....As I was saying, their name is-tfgikcjdlkvjfv."

Again they try and fail as they speak nothing but gibberish. Pages frowns and attempts to write down their parents name. Their hand suddenly goes wild across the page as if suddenly doing meaningless scribbles where before it was if he was drawing frame perfect photographs. He frowns again as it stops as suddenly as it begins. He goes back to drawing and writing down the various faces and people.

"....My memory is sorting more. The book, the writing helps. My programming, the more I look at it, the more I realize how extensive it is. I....am not allowed to say things to you that would compromise their secrets. Not their location, not their codenames, they are incredibly thorough. I am not allowed to even say why they are hidden as the reasons why its hidden might give away a clue as to who they are. When I try I just-lose control. I know where they are but- I don't think its a good idea for me to go. I don't think I'd be able to resist their commands once I got there. I'd be unable to NOT fight you, if they order it.

"But I can say....that....Dadmommy....he didn't want to kill anyone. He was given no choice not to kill. But was given a choice of who should die. So he made me kill one who hunted beastmen for sport. My reason for existence, is to be a test of whether the function I came from can work in the situations I am designed for. I'm not saying it makes it better. I'm just stating what information I can. I think....you'll have to be clever to find them."

Oh god no, they actually got someone competent at programming to improve on what Gero was bad at. This is incredibly bad.

"That's okay, Pages," said Starlight. "You've already done enough. I promise I'll do my best to help you and your dadmommy, okay?"

Starlight thought for a moment before continuing. Someone would need to look after Pages, but who? She had an idea. "Listen. I used to know someone a lot like you. He too is a bioandroid, like you. Would you like to meet him?"

The Bio-Android Child.

Apfel hovered towards the creature, careful to keep his movements steady as to not alarm him. He didn't want to start a fight either.

It is alright Pages. You have actually been very helpful. Apfel assured the creature.

My name is Apfel by the way, it's nice to meet you.

You had no choice in the circumstances of your birth, but you can choose, now. I...do not believe you should go back to dad-mommy just yet. The people who control him will control you, too. But we will do our best to free him, and reunite you too. What do you want to do, now?

Starlight glanced over at Apfel briefly before returning her attention to Pages. "This is Apfel. He's a friend of mine, and also my former teacher."

((On Yankar: End scene.))

((Actually, not end scene quite yet....))

After Lord Maxwell left, he made his way down several halls, through several layers of security (including a ki-dampening field), and into a lab. There, he was greeted by a young woman with long blue hair tied into a ponytail. She wore a white shirt, black shorts, and a pair of combat boots. She also wore a blue tie and a white lab coat with Earth First's insignia on it, a chrysalis with a pair of butterfly wings sticking out of one side.

"Dr. Briefs. How fares the subject?"

The blue-haired woman glanced towards a corner of the room, where a large glass pod sat hooked up to a bunch of machinery. Inside the pod was a large, well-muscled man with short blue hair. His eyes were closed, as he was clearly unconscious. "Vital signs are normal, Lord Maxwell. The maturation process has slowed to acceptable rates, and the katchin bonding process has begun," she replied. She brought up an image on one of the computers, showing molecules of katchin bonding to the human's protein structures, transferred by what looked like RNA on steroids. "Max, this is absolutely fascinating. The subject's durability is immeasurable. He could have the moon land on him and remain undamaged."

"Far more than that, my dear doctor," said Lord Maxwell. "He could survive the implosion of the Earth itself. And now that I have finally found a suitable trainer, everything is falling into place nicely."

"Have you thought of a name for him, Maxwell? Calling him 'the subject' is awfully impersonal."

"Yes. I shall name him after the first human, created by the kais themselves. The next evolution of humanity. His name is ... Adam."

[Sagetim]

CSI DBZ

The Max split watched Jade as she tracked and scryed, waiting politely until the scrying window exploded on her. "So, kidnapper got away for now, I take it? I should get this back to my lab and get on analysis of it...and get a split with combat strength over to check up on West City. It would help to see how the people are reacting to the fight, if we're lucky, it will spur discontent towards the robber-barons and forment desire for a better way of life." Yeah, Max wasn't exactly rushing to save West City. It wasn't that he wouldn't protect them from major threats, it's just that they had put hard work into their vigilante's and heroes, and if he just stepped in immediately, it wouldn't give them a chance to shine or solve the problem in their own way. In effect, it would be taking away a chance for the city to grow. At least, that's what Max was hoping.


Shining City Airspace

Whether Max had gotten a response back or not through his communications system, the one on the bridge opened a channel to the Arcosian fleet as it arrived and took the hint, "Oh, good. You got the message. I'm Max Banders. I was a little busy, so I sent something non-verbal. Some of my pre-recorded messages can be verbose and meandering. I'm sorry to say this is it for the Earth's fleet at the moment, just one lonely little battleship. If I had thought there was a realistic chance of Orks showing up and necessitating space combat preparedness, I would have constructed a proper Capital ship and a number of drone-fighters to be deployed from the hangars." Hangars...plural. Max was casually talking about an entirely different approach to space combat and engineering than the rest of the ki using galaxy was doing.

"Now, there aren't any Ork invaders currently on the planet. That is to say, there is one to two Ork lifesigns, and he's not really part of the invasion force. He seems to be independent and...as a favor to a friend I'm seeing if he can get along with other people. The Invasion force will be getting stopped by the defense net, as in, their faster than light drives will be getting stopped by the defense net. At least to some degree. Orks tend to travel around in hollowed out asteroids of varying, but large sizes that they call Roks. If the invaders coming in act anything like the Orks I know, their ships are going to be using a faster than light drive that skips them through an alternate dimension to get from place to place. Their ship's thus have a sub-light engine system, usually painted red to make it go faster, and they generally cap out at around 3, maybe 4G's of acceleration. So, they're big, they're slow, and they're mostly asteroids on the outside. We're going to want to intercept them in space, because Orks are a type of fungus. They literally let off spores, especially while fighting and smack talking, and infest planets to grow more of themselves. It's really bad on the ecosystem, and I'd rather not have to try and clean them up from any of the planets in this system."

Max took a moment to take a sip from his drink, before continuing, "Normal Ork strategies include dropping their Roks on the planet they are invading. Literally crashing it into the planet to both do damage and land the ship. They'll then disgorge from their now-ground side fortress and use it like a base of operations until they take the planet over, at which point they proceed to launch off into any asteroid belts nearby to make new Roks to repeat the process. Not sure who made them, or why, but I can assure you, that they were bioengineered by someone. Now, that said, if you're going to do any kind of boarding action onto their ships during the space fighting, make sure you get quarantined as soon as possible after you return to your ship. Ideally, get purged with fire. I mean, literally get set on fire if that won't kill you. You're all pretty tough, you should be able to stand higher heat than is required to denature and destroy Ork spores. And double and triple check your air filtration system. Because the last thing anyone needs is us to be victorious and then everyone goes home and accidentally's a home grown Ork invasion. So, any questions?"

[Lord Raziere]

Pages The Bio-Child:
He conjures more books when he is done with one and begins writing in them as well.
".....Sit here. Draw in the books. They organize my memories. My thoughts. Both of you are....lucky. You only have one set memories within you. We are all the sum of our memories, and thus your identities are clear, for only one life within you, and you've had far more time to make that identity."
Pages considers herself
"....My identity is not clear. I have just come into existence, yet I remember more than I lived and understand more than I should. It all needs a system, and I think.....various books could be a system to make sure I'm not.... overwhelmed by own multitudes. Think of it as storage, or putting all the books back on the shelf when they're all thrown into a pile. Perhaps then I'll figure out who I am. Or at least start? Whatever it is, I do not think my identity will ever be something as simple as yours to make.

I can however probably defeat any fighter that decides to come for me though. Aside from the bio-androids themselves? Though I don't know why they haven't ordered them to retrieve me? Seems an oversight on their part. Less a want and more a need so I can get back to organizing my thoughts and when thats done and I have true clarity.....who knows?"
He thens look at Starlight, wide eyed with wonder
"Really? There is.....another....that is not us but not the.....green one I saw killing Trunks? Y-yes!"

Meanwhile Jade gets up.
"Yeah. I'mma go train Pinappla for the defense now."

The Arrival of Baron Mekrashin:
By the time you get there, the Steam Brawlers seemed to be already beaten up, but not killed. He also seems to have punched a robber-baron in the face and taken his close. Following his ki signature, you find him......disguised among the nobility of the city!? Successfully!? Here you are, looking at him in the frilliest nobility get up with a monocle in his eye, wielding an umbrella as a cane while stabbit walked beisde him as his butler and just....talking with the nobility as if he belonged there:
"Butler Stabbit....I jus' figured out hummiez.....Instead o' tryin' ta be da strongest......hummiez try ta be da fanciest!
He yells out while posing
"OI! I'mma hummie, and I'z gunna be the frilliest and fanciest! Fancier....even den da wuz da word......DUKE o' all dis West City eh!"
"How ambitious!" says one noble in wonder.
"His accent....its so exotic and foreign!" says another.
"The most rugged and manly noble I ever did see!" proclaims a third.
"Kind of green don't you think though? As if queasy?" asks one
"Ah but that just represents how close he is to nature amidst this dreary cityscape! Harkening back to a simpler time when instinct and good ol' chivalry and fisticuffs defeated evil and good was in your heart all along!" replies the third.
Oh god no, he's starting the Romanticism movement by accident. Quick, stop him before it gets out of hand!
"Excuse me...." someone speaks up in a nobleman's drawl "I'M The Duke of West City....and I must accept your challenge!"
Too late.

Overview Of The Unkillables
Kurumo teleported back, having put Baba somewhere else.
"Mr. Ox." says the CEO. "Your back."
"Yes. I wish to review all the Unkillables you have made. Get a summary of what they're designed and what they're like."
"Of course, hotshot, will you show Mr. Ox your profile on the Unkillables?"
"sure thing boss, right this way, Mr. Ox."
The Exec retrieves the files and they walk as the look upon them, the files appearing as holograms along the wall in the hall:

Spoiler: The Unkillables Design

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"First, General Modifications: from the original design, we have made certain improvements, one of them is for most of them we have done away with the previous DNA Acquirement Limb-"
Soulless Corporate Speak for 'people eating tail'
"-For more efficient and concealable needles on sheathed in their fingers that when bared steal bits of their cells or suck in a little of their blood, as absorbing an entire person is unneeded to acquire their entire DNA strand. Next, mentally we suppressed genes from the original design that would lead to psychopathy/sociopathy and narcissism, as we prefer to work with beings that are psychologically normal- sociopaths may be willing to kill but are harder to control and narcissists eventually decide that only their opinion matters and no one elses- but almost any person can be psychologically conditioned to be a soldier and kill people with the right training, so there is no need to resort to anything special aside from an emphasis on doing the job right and reason over emotion. Though more dampening of the emotions might be in order considering the recent field test. That and a corporation making sociopaths for supersoldiers would not go down well image and reputation wise."
Kurumo nods at this. Good.
"But of course we put in various methods to control them as even reasoning beings can be a little unpredictable and profit comes from predictability. Militaries would want people who follow orders, and these beings despite their incredible power are designed on many levels to obey us with backup
methods in case one fails. The previous code in the original design was horrible, we basically had to delete it all and write in better more extensive programming from scratch"
"Of course."
"Aside from that, their modifications start to get more specific: Red Mantis was the first Bio-Android made. His model is meant to be the cheapest and most easily made, as he has no Zenkai, only one infinity energy engine and is basically supposed to be an unstoppable shock trooper that gets sent into combat and kills relentlessly with his built in mantis blades. As expected this leads to a very offensive fighting style as he has little need for defense, but psychologically he has developed into the leader of the Unkillables due to living the longest and thus having more life experience, relatively speaking."
The hologram changes from a red Bio-android to a big black one with no hands and instead only having scorpion pincers.
"The second we made is Black Scorpion. This model was us attempting to get something closer to the original in power and function. He still has the original DNA Acquirement Limb unlike the others, he has two infinity energy engines, but still does not have Zenkai to keep him under relative control, requiring him to train for his power, and he is basically the heavy duty soldier option compared to Red Mantises normal soldier with his pincers making him only good for combat. However psychologically he has developed a fixation on hands, has trained his telekinesis to be fine and to do things without needing hands, even though he is jealous of people having them."
Then it changes to Orange Wasp
"You've already met him. No Zenkai, only one Infinity Engine, designed to be an infiltrator, ambush fighter, saboteur, various tricky things like that. This is where our engineers started to experiment and add shapeshifter DNA we acquired from Earth, as well as spider wasps and basically modified reproduction to work for even more infiltration, as well as added various people to his DNA to help round out his skill set other than powerful fighters so he can disguise himself as a wide range of people. Psychologically speaking, Orange Wasp has identity issues on multiple levels, an aversion to using his own method of reproduction and has developed his combat skills and wishes to show them off."
Next it changes to a grey female-looking bio-android with six arms and a spider's proboscis
"Next is Grey Spider. If Orange Wasp is the infiltrator, she is the sniper and assassin. She is designed to set up traps and to snipe people from a distance, taking inspiration from Jade's trace laser attack. For her we gave her the ability to both camouflage herself as well as modified her personality and design to fit in line with other successful snipers throughout history, being incredibly cold, quiet and unfeeling. Psychologically speaking she has made effort to try and connect with the other models despite this, even if she is bad at it. Also no Zenkai and only one infinity engine"
Then it changes to a second female bio-android whose carapace is white and has white butterfly wings.
"This is White Butterfly. For her we kept in Zenkai, and is intended to heal non-bio-android soldiers around her, blind foes and inspire and shield her allies, basically a support fighter who keeps getting back up and fighting on stronger than before. we have modified her personality to be optimistic and happy so as to boost morale. Psychologically speaking she has developed a great closeness to all the Bio-Androids and will fight fiercely to protect them and constantly trains to try and better herself."
Kurumo nods more. This was all sounding good. It switches to a female yellow bio-android with black stripes and black and yellow long hair instead of a crown with an icy glare, and a queen-bee like proboscis.
"Lastly of the functional Unkillables, we have Yellow Queen. Two Infinity Engines and Zenkai but thats not what makes her great. She is optimized for reproduction, completely outstripping all other Bio-androids in how many Juniors she can make. She is a Bio-Android designed to produce armies and win wars. To be a leader among them. She is the most powerful Unkillable we have produced so far. However psychologically speaking, she is one of the youngest and alternates being completely emotionally dead to shut out thinking about the fate of her children and being filled with ice cold hate, tends to wax bleak philosophy and has the most hostility towards non-Bio-Androids and civilization. there are even occasional days where she refuses to move. I would not recommend approaching her."
Kurumo raises an eyebrow
"You said last of the FUNCTIONAL ones. There are more?"
"Only one, known as Purple Moth. Was meant to be an experiment by taking the tech but making a bio-android from scratch rather than copying off the original design so that we could expand our options for future customers. We took the DNA of the strongest fighters we know of from this Universe and combined them together. Problem is, the result we got is a bio-android that is wracked with a seemingly incurable eternal depression from all the trauma those fighters experienced in their lvies. Purple Moth simply won't move or come out of her room most of the time and is the least functional and most useless one we've made. The only reason we don't just try to scrap her entirely is so that we can find a way to make her functional for our purposes thats cheap, but if worse comes to worse we can just make a 2.0 with emotional modification, it'll just cost more money and we're already investing a lot into this project."
"Worry not, money is no obstacle to me. You'll have your funding for a Purple Moth 2.0."
"Thanks Mr. Ox. thats pretty much all that we made. we're basically hoping that these prototypes produce all the rest of the soldiers through the juniors so that we can sell them in mass production."
"I see. Everything seems to be in order and while there are more mental problems than expected from this endeavor, I'm sure it can be made to work for my purposes."

All he needed was to pull the right strings.

Reveal: Red Mantis
Red Mantis pretty much looks like a replica of imperfect Cell. Except he is red, the roach wings and tail are replaced by transparent mantis wings and a proboscis and he was given sheathable mantis blades in his arms, giving him a Scyther-like appearance. His voice was like Imperfect Cell's too.
"It was bad. I was forced to kill somebody and make a Junior. The Rebel Alliance probably knows we exist now."
"I see. Well then, I guess its only a matter of time before we're all free, one way or another. But they dismantled the Arcosian Empire, and we're even more powerful than them, with more potential to go out of control. I wouldn't completely trust them. We don't know if they will decide a fate best for our family either."
"Though if we do get free, we have to figure out a way to get help for Purple Moth and Yellow Queen. Those two need it the most."
"Don't worry...I have a plan. There is something we both know is here, someone they call the Blueprints.....but are more than that."
"are you sure? we don't know them."
"Oh I'm sure. because if we release those "blueprints"....we'll be releasing the one person here not bound by their stupid programming- and thus the key to our freedom!"

[Hawkflight]

Pages The Bio-Child:

He conjures more books when he is done with one and begins writing in them as well.

".....Sit here. Draw in the books. They organize my memories. My thoughts. Both of you are....lucky. You only have one set memories within you. We are all the sum of our memories, and thus your identities are clear, for only one life within you, and you've had far more time to make that identity."

Pages considers herself

"....My identity is not clear. I have just come into existence, yet I remember more than I lived and understand more than I should. It all needs a system, and I think.....various books could be a system to make sure I'm not.... overwhelmed by own multitudes. Think of it as storage, or putting all the books back on the shelf when they're all thrown into a pile. Perhaps then I'll figure out who I am. Or at least start? Whatever it is, I do not think my identity will ever be something as simple as yours to make.

I can however probably defeat any fighter that decides to come for me though. Aside from the bio-androids themselves? Though I don't know why they haven't ordered them to retrieve me? Seems an oversight on their part. Less a want and more a need so I can get back to organizing my thoughts and when thats done and I have true clarity.....who knows?"

He then looks at Starlight, wide eyed with wonder.

"Really? There is.....another....that is not us but not the.....green one I saw killing Trunks? Y-yes!"

Starlight nodded. "Yes. His name is Oxyribo, and he is a good friend of mine. I can take you to meet him, if you want." Then she noticed the last part. "Trunks ... how do you know that name?"

[Emperor Ing]

Earth's Orbit

If it is not much trouble, I will speak for the 16th, mmnyes. Baron-General Freis walks into view on a hologram, looking as aristocratic as ever, with his long coat with rank insignia and top hat. It has been a while, Max. I go by General Freis now, though you may address me however you wish, mmnyes.

Imperial records show no record of "Orks." We will be relying upon your expertise. From your description, they are a sapient fungoid aggressor species. Asexual, hyper-rapid, and parasitical reproduction. Usage of improvised starcraft despite development of dimensional drives. Though dimensional drives COULD exist in intergalactic civilization, the development of them has stalled to a screeching halt a long time ago, in favor of the more reliable and safer frame-shift and hyper-light drives.

Deployment of starcraft suggests they are an aerobic, non-native ki-using species. Slow-moving craft makes them easy targets. Massed Ki Waves will obliterate roks and vaporize Ork life-forms. Usage of boarding parties, unnecessary. May have Rok engines disabled and redirected adrift towards deep space or towards Sol.

Concern over...er, what was it you said, sir? "Air filtration?" Our ships do not have an atmosphere, mmnyes. When everyone on board can survive a hard vacuum, having breathable air, or even air at all inside the ship is unnecessary. It's not uncommon for ships carrying Arcosians to have decks or even the whole ship exposed to the vacuum, and are as comfortable in it as a human at sea-level on Earth.

What is the recommended method of engagement? Counter-insurgency? No-quarter-given total war?

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Er, Oxyribo. Who is that again? Who is Trunks? Undoubtedly, the name is part of an implanted memory. Apfel asks Starlight telepathically, having never met the bio-android. However he hasn't shown he was a telepath, before.

He then kneels down in front of Pages. I suppose there is not much I could say that would help. When you come up with something, you could show me, I would love to see what you came up with. The Incirrian offered the creature a smile.

[Sagetim]

Earth's Orbit

"Good to see you again, Fries. And yes, no quarter given total war would be the safest approach to taking on an Ork invasion. While their ships may be slow, I would suggest caution in dealing with them. While Orks don't seem to utilize ki, they have a savant-type capability with some kind of psychic ability. From combat reports, they refer to it as WAAAGH! They also use that as a general war cry. The end result is that they can make things work that shouldn't. I'm talking about picking up a malfunctioning laser pistol and having it work perfectly fine as long as they're using it. Or driving a vehicle along just fine despite having holes shot through the fuel tank and having it leak it's fuel behind it. It's also why they paint things in various colors. When you're fighting them, if you're wearing red, you Will be faster than normal, because they believe that red makes you faster. I'm not sure how extreme this bending of the laws of reality can get, having limited data and all. Also, some of them can throw lightning. And not, actual real, normal lightning that we might just shrug off. Wierd, crazy, psychic lightning that bends to their will instead of taking the path of least resistance. Lightning that burns away at all your nerve endings when it hits, in spite of your power level. Actual armor helps though, because Orks know that armor helps against being damaged."

Max considered, before continuing, "But a large ki wave from long range should look enough like it should blow them up for it to work. At least to some degree. Our main problem will be whoever is leading them and what they've convinced the Orks of. So, if you unleash a massive ki blast, stay on guard and keep watch for the results, don't assume that it will destroy their Rok or other ship they might be flying just because, reasonably speaking, it should. Waaagh effects get stronger the more Orks are massed in the same area. So if you find that one ship seems to be invincible, try to take out the other nearby ships to weaken the total Waagh effect going on. Same principle applies on foot: if you find that one Ork seems to be impossible to kill, then take out any Orks around it or neaby that you can to weaken the bolstering effect of the Waagh for that Ork."

Max then brought up some files in his system, and sent them over, "This is some supplementary information for fighting them. The specific tactics are going to refer to utilizing ki enhanced beam rifles, knives, and so on, but the strategy involved should still be applicable. And there's some combat footage as well if you want more information." The files in question had been lightly modified by Max, changing the time stamps to show as over a thousand years ago, instead of 400 years into the future. After all, Max had kept up that deception for anyone not in the Rebel Alliance. The rest of the files were basically unedited though, showing human soldiers in armored suits, armed with beam rifles, combat knives, and backpacks taking on Ork forces in ground combat, and a few in boarding actions. "Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to get any humans trained in that manner as of yet. I'd rather not train some squads and then have their families convince them that they're too good to be soldiers and they should conquer and rule the world."


CSI DBZ

The Max split that had been with Jade returned to The Shining City. Splitting once more (bringing Max back up to having 4 splits and a main body, for those keeping track) the stronger of the splits supressed his power level and went off to West City to investigate how it was dealing with an Ork. Meanwhile the far weaker split kept the lab coat and other accoutrements and got to work analyzing the samples he had collected in one of the labs in the city.


CSI: West City Division

The Max split sent to investigate appeared in one of the many shadowed alleyways of West City, near to where the fighting had gone on. To blend in, this split had used a little Creation to whip up an austere black suit, complete with top hat, gold rim glasses, strolling cane sword with a silver head shaped like the globe, and of course white gloves to complete the ensemble. With his long black hair tied back into a pony tail, the Max split moved over to check on the Heroes of West City, the ones who had risen up to defend it. As he healed their wounds, the Max split kept an eye out for the Ork. He even almost missed it, what with his general disdain for the upper crust of West City and how well Merk had dressed himself up.

Before the Heroes of West City could really ask him any questions, the Max split tipped his hat to them, and went strolling off to keep an eye on Merkashin. He wasn't planning to interfere just yet, after all, the Ork might be the catalyst the city needed to move towards recognition of worker's rights as being a thing. Or at least shake things up and get some cracks to show in the social support of the upper crust. That said, Max wasn't necessarily doing a good job of blending in. He was, after all, in a very nice suit with a few precious metals included. And he still towered over most people at 6'4, even if the cut of his suit hid his musculature.

[igordragonian]

[Vodkana]

Vodkana knelt. "You are among frrriends nyow." She said softly.

"Are you hungry?" She offered him a cookie with a soothing smile.



[Next World]


Spoon smiled with joy. He really wanted to see the expression on Amon-Kami, when he'l see Spoon again in superior role than him!
'Kami? Merrow, what it's a god guardian of a planet. Usually chosen among mortals.' Spoon has answered her he spun his hands, and created a window portal to the private toom of Meal's kami. Spoon couldn't get through- but he could communicate. Solitus or the Kami, could actually move between the realms.
Probably.

But there a sobbing female young Nyagato, with the golden jewel and golden aura of Amon-Kami.
Near her, were white furred, with golden hair, thin well kept middle aged nyagato woman in uniform of some space motel.
She soothed her.

Spoon's eyes widened. 'What is the meaning of this?! Where is Amon-Kami? What are YOU doing here? MerroW?!'

'H..he.. left... Now I am.. Isis-Kami!' the young Kami sobbed.

'The poor girl, seemed in need of comfort. Nya. so here I am.' the mature nyagato, has answered, with buddah like calm smile.

Spoon frowned. 'You promised to leave Meal! Merrow!'

the other Nyagato smiled. 'Well, Vodkana is no longer here. And she already doing her thing, nya. And you went away... my promise make no sense right now. Nya.'

The Nyagato chefs seems excited. Some even call her quite loudly. 'Beerus's woman.'


'I am Panana, The Raja of Sweet, I sensed, a taste of rebellion against Solitus.. and found your soul. I despratly need allies.' nya

[Lord Raziere]

Solitus:
"Oh. Hm. I'm Guessing The Judge Promised Has Left Due To Unknown Circumstances. Oh Well! Traula Over There Can Be Back Up Judge!"
He said pointing to Traube. He seems to not care at all about Beeruses woman. To him, Beerus was nothing but a great beast to slay, like a dragon or a hydra. The lover of a beast who sired a bastard was of no concern to him, far beneath his notice.

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"Why wouldn't I? Its a part of the original design." he or she says matter of factly. "And yes, I'm sure there is a way around the programming. I just have to keep trying. And yes, I would like to see this "Oxyribo"."
he looks at the cookie.
"...I've never eaten before."
He grabs the cookie and chomps down on it. Munch munch.
"......WOW! Its delicious! I remember other cookies from the memories of the people I'm made from but I feel as if I'm ruined by such high quality food being my first. ....Will....will I find other cookies bad in comparison now? I hope not.....taste I experience personally is much more vivid and valuable to me than memories of others tasting things..."

Referas and Pinappla
"So, where were again?"
"Something about the super-Saiyan form?"
"Yes. It is a form of pure rage unleashed. What I want to ask you is: do you really think you should seek it? What power you wield shapes you. It does not define you, not entirely- but it does affect you nonetheless. What I want to ask you is: seeing Vegeta's use of the form, would want to seek it for yourself?"
"But it can be controlled right? As Max said? Then why worry?"
"Well here's the thing: a straight boost in power is great yes, but it works best on fighters that are already skilled. You keep boosting your power without working on your skill and you end up with your problem in that every time you only ended up beating the people who beat you before who are now weaker, and keep getting defeated by the next foe who is ever stronger. You need something more than strength, which you have a lot of and will probably get a lot more of, because y'know SAIYAN.

You, Pinappla my new student, need TECHNIQUE. To control and refine your power so that you go from raw unprocessed ore to well-forged weapon. I can give that to you."
"But why me? I-i-i-i-i-m I'm not that much of a fighter compared to other saiyans, I'm.....kind of weak-willed compared to them....I'm....just not much..."
"Words like that are exactly why, Pinappla. When I was about your age, I didn't think much of myself either. I thought myself a loser who'd never amount to anything. You remind me of that me, and I want to help you stop being like that old me."
She says putting a hand on Pinappla's shoulder.
"Yeah! I helped her stop being that person, and help you do that to!"
Beryl says
"Sounds like a good cause to me! I Masala, will help as well!"
"Maybe we can involve Katnep in this as well? She seems to be good friends with you, and could probably use training as well."
"That sounds like a good idea! but.... how am I going to learn technique?"
Jade smiles and conjures Dovahkiin Cosplay in her arms and holds them out to her.
"Simple. Your going to put these on. And we're going to see if Dovahkiin Cosplay suits you. If it doesn't we can always try another..."

Mekrashin:
To speed this up since we do NOT have time for this nonsense, Mekrashin and the Duke basically have a duel where they pose while putting on fancy frilly costumes at each other, getting more and more glamorous each time in this ridiculous victorian ball until Mekrashin beats him by putting on adisco outfit complete with an afro wig. Then the Duke gets angry.
"No! No one should be able to beat me in a frill off!" Hen charges and pirouettes, kicking Mekrashin out of the ball and into nearby factory, smash various holes in both. Mekrashin then yells
"WAAAAAAAGH!"
And charges back and begin fighting each other, the duke using various leaps, fancy kicks and spins for his fancy majestic style Mekrashin sticks to rough and tumble charges, fisticuffs and slams. The common people look up at this nonsense and one of them gets angry.
"We're out here in the street and the Duke's busy fighting some green bloke while a parties going on and steam robots are taking our jobs!?" he shouts "I had enough of this! I say we change things!"
"Yeah! I have an idea: lets make everything equal, then we'll all have the same resources pulled from an equal pool and thus everyone will be the same and thus everyone will be happy, because no one will make more money than anyone else. Call it uh....I dunno..."
"Commun-archy?"
"Share-onomics?
"Economic Equality?"
"Something like that, and we'll kill all the nobility and have a new government without them!"
"Uh guys, I was just thinking we could campaign for worker's rights and things like I dunno....guilds or groups that protect us from this exploitation? No need to get extreme."
"....Oh, that makes more sense. The shareonomics revolution would probably be a lot more work anyways, and wouldn't whoever leads everyone else be slightly above everyone else and thus not equal?"
"Screw that!" says another "We should like, put a very charismatic person in charge of all media, so that they can tell everyone what to do because they are awesome and paragons of our specific culture telling us why we're awesome and why everyone else sucks! We'll call it uh.....Face-archy! Cause it has a Facearch being the face of us all! that'll solve everything!"
They all stare at the guy who suggested this.
"No, thats stupid."
"come on guys lets get going on this before someone suggests anarchy."
The crowd of people go off to protest in a mass rage. Well thats a start I guess? Mekrashin clocks the Duke in the face, knocking him out and takes his crown.
"Oi got 'is bling! Doez Dat makez me da new Duke?"
"No it doesn't!" says a Steam Brawler "You have to be born into that. Or marry into it. Ugh."
"...Well, I'm still keepin' it. Ey, maybe da rest o' da hummies nobz 'ere got more bling ta grab!"
Mekrashing then flies on his green fire rocket feet to search for nobles to plunder from. With some Steam brawlers chasing after him. Well. He IS a pirate.

[Hawkflight]

[Vodkana]

Vodkana knelt. "You are among frrriends nyow." She said softly.

"Are you hungry?" She offered him a cookie with a soothing smile.

Meanwhile, Katnep had been watching this all unfold. Finally, she floated over.

"Just tell me one thing," she said, her voice laden with barely-contained rage and grief. "How? How can you see the suffering of so many Nyagato warriors and turn a blind eye, when you know you have the power to fix it?"

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"Why wouldn't I? Its a part of the original design." he or she says matter of factly.

Starlight's eyes widened, and she barely registered the rest of what was said after that. She quickly closed her eyes and tapped into the khala, telepathically communicating with Jade.

"Jade! We have a code pink!" she said urgently. Code pink. Named after the hair color of the Supreme Kai of Time, a code pink referred to a situation that threatened not only the entire universe, but the very fabric of time itself. And with the fabric of time in the state it was in, even twelve years later, she was taking no chances. "We need to call the time patrol!"

Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and smiled down at Pages. "I'll take you to see Oxy in just a minute, okay?" she said. "I just need to write a quick letter first."

Summoning a scroll and a pen (which had long-since replaced her quill and ink for the sake of sheer convenience), she quickly wrote a letter, then burned it in a flash of violet fire. "Right, ready to go?"

[igordragonian]

[Solitus]

Spoon glared at Solitus. 'She is the best chef in the universe! Merrow, I mean.. the best mortal! Well. eh..' things went way too diffrent from what he has imagined.

Dishanna with a calm smile, turned to the new Isis-Kami 'Darling... I feel that I am needed in the Next World. Please don't worry... you will be GREAT kami.' she soothed her in motherly tone, and just like that passed through the portal.
Spoon's shades slided- it was supposed to be only window to see each other- like sort of video magic chat. Yes, Solitus could prbably drag her...
And Dishanna were merely from the Town-People Caste.
Dishanna tightened her paws, and bowed deeply.
'How may I serve you, oh great god? Nya?" she has asked sweetly.


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[Vodkana]

Vodkana's ear perked and she turned back.
'Ah. You are awake. I am sorry, that I have acted snob and all that. Nya.' Vodkana aplogized, trying not to look weak.
Vodkana wrapped her hands, looking directly at Katnep's eyes.
'Well, two reasons mostly. First- I have already paid my patriotic debt, when I have saved Meal from alien oppressors, with the help of Hailing and my Generosity Stormart Nyagato form. Second- You can't expect gods solve all inner social problems. What next? To stop poverty over all the universe? Nya? and even if it was my job to fix society, how would I do it? Ignore the Caste system, or I'll destroy you? and maybe we can even say it's a third point: Even my dearest beloved Hailing, knew that threat of destruction alone, can't be the answer for every problem. Nya. You know what your king's adviser asked of me? To kill sayian geezers, who prefer to die fighting. Many cultures would consider me evil, to agree for such a thing, and a murderer, when I'll start doing it.
Vodkana summoned a Ki Paw 'If you want another round, I am ready. But I won't kill you. Nya,;

[Emperor Ing]

Solitus

Er, right. Of course. Happy to help. She tried to smile. This was just getting weirder and weirder. So, everyone, uh, take your places. We should begin shortly. I want a good, clean match.

Orbit

Freis smiled at the mention of total war. I had the impression the Orks were of a barbaric disposition, mmnyes.

Emphasis on mass-casualty tactics to weaken gestalt psychic field. He repeated. The objective being to keep them off of Sol III and Sol IV. Continual Tachyon Sweeps of the System to identify approach vectors. A single combined energy-wave per squad of ten soldiers should be...sufficient overkill. A vanguard screen of 20 squads interspersed around a sphere the diameter of Sol V should provide sufficient coverage and rapid-response against anything entering the system, with reinforcements in a denser cluster forming a sphere of ten companies with squads spread out around at a radius of 10 light-minutes from Sol. Remaining Companies will be dispersed and form a five-light-second perimeter around Earth and Sol IV, with one-third of those companies on standby to reinforce wherever needed.

Our soldiers can accelerate to relativistic speed in under 10 minutes, and our ships may be useful for ultra-rapid deployment and redeployment. It's unlikely we will be outpaced our outmaneuvered by Roks. Freis studies the holographic recording of Ork fighting, noting a distinct lack in ki usage among the creatures. They also seem to rely on more...traditional forms of warfare, mmnyes. The temptation to underestimate these creatures was quite strong.

Though...these people fighting the Orks in this hologram is of the past, yet these...look like humans. Wielding weaponry in excess of the Industrial Age, mmnyes.

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Apfel looked concerned towards Starlight as something seemed to cause her to panic, slightly. Nevertheless, he came up with an idea. So you cannot speak to the identity of your creators. He reasoned. But you may speak the names of people and organizations who were NOT your creators.

If I may, I would like to compile a list of possible organizations, and have you repeat their names to me. The one you cannot speak, might be your creators. As he said this, he was sorting through a list of businesses currently incorporated in the known universe. The number was vast, colossally, mind-numbingly, unimaginably vast. But through simple filters and queries, it narrowed down significantly. Publicly traded companies was the first filter, which immediately narrowed the list. Next was the company involved in bioengineering or biotechnology, followed by having the net worth to justify such a maddening expense, with enough allowance just in case the project was cheaper than he anticipated. The list would've still been quite long, but doable.

[Sagetim]

West City Observtions

Max grew apprehensive as some of the workers responding to Merkashin's antics seemed to be trying to forment Communism. Thankfully, someone nearby was reasonable enough to call the person on the largest logical fault of that idea. In the end, with Merkashin running along and pirating his way through the riches of the nobility, Max felt that his presence here was unnecessary. Well, for the most part. There was still a chance that the Ork might take things too far, but for now his chaos seemed to be serving as a catalyst for societal growth. So Max pulled out of the Steam Brawlers aside for a moment and handed them a flare gun, "You all seem to have this ruffian handled, more or less. So this is a last resort. If he starts causing massive scale destruction and endangering the lives of everyone in the city, aim this up and pull the trigger. My city will see it and send reinforcements. But, again, you seem to have him handled well enough on your own."

With the flare gun delivered, along with the message, the Max split would turn a corner and disappear, quite literally, down the alleyway. He was returning to the Shining City for the time being.

Orbit

To explain the footage, Max cleared his throat and looked mildly embarassed as he skillfully laid out the lie he had used years ago, and kept prepared in case anyone asked him questions like this, "Yes, well...my home planet has had a rather rough history. We uh....that is to say, it used to only be populated by humanity. Ki used only by a rare few, and we didn't really unite under one planetary government. Got some rudimentary space exploration going, with an international effort funding my own particular research project. On the civilian side of things, some plucky entreprenuers decided to use cloning to ressurect extinct species from fossils to be put in zoos. That same kind of technology was used by pretty much every government at the time to secretly produce super soldiers by blending animal DNA into the human genome. And, of course, every country stockpiled itself with nuclear amaments and kept a fragile peace by pointing said weapons at each other but not pulling the trigger due to the idea of mutually assure destruction. That's where I left my planet, using an experimental faster than light drive, I left the system, noticed that some of my systems weren't working right to keep to keep me from hitting a time lag, and by the time I got back, some years had passed and a massive world war had happened. So, I retrieved what data I could, pieced together what had happened. Apparently Earth had managed to get a united colony started on a far flung planet using what looked to be a natural wormhole. But, as you can see from the footage, the planet was near Ork territory. There was a united effort against the Orks for a time, but eventually someone, somewhere, decided that the time was right for them to make a play for dominion over the Earth and kicked off World War Three. What proceeed was a lot of nuclear launching, a lot of secret invasions, and essentially the collapse of high technology cultures on the planet. The planet that was fighting the Orks? Not sure where it's coordinates were, the wormhole was gone by the time I could look for it."

Max took a moment to pause and take a sip from a mug nearby, "In any case, I decided that trying to unite a bunch of angry, some mutating, burnt out survivors of a nuclear apocalypse was just...something that I'm not personally up to the task of. So I seeded the grounds of the planet with some compounds to help clear out the fallout, adjusted my ship's FTL so that it would purposefully suffer a time dilation effect, and skipped the next few centuries. The ecosystem had recovered, and populations were starting to gather and recover. The weapons of the old age had been lost, abandoned, or rusted. But the people were nowhere near ready for an uplift. Thankfully, by that time our planet had a Guardian assigned by the Kais again, so trusting that person to do their job, I skipped ahead again. And that's more or less how I came to be in this time, 11 years ago. Since then, I've had ample opportunity to advance my own technology, building off of Earth's old technology base. Which was okay, but not great."

Max had chosen to pretend to be from Earth's past for a number of reasons. The first and foremost was that it would probably be more believable to the people of his home planet. After all, he was basing the story on the actual history of his planet, which had archeological evidence to back it up. It explained why the planet was full of not only dinosaurs, but various flavors of person with animal features. The story fit, which is why it could make for a convincing lie. The truth was simply too unbelievable.

[Lord Raziere]

Solitus:
"ARE YOU DAFT!?"
he shouts at Traube
"Thats not how you judge this! Your supposed to provide us the chefs a goal, a meal for us to cook, with maybe perhaps rules on how to prepare it to work within restrictions and perhaps a time limit to gather ingredients and make it! I will forgive this imperfection because of you letting me know about the plots of Makai for now. No longer judge! You!"
He suddenly rounds upon Dishana
"You seem from that beast people known as nya and gato who seem oddly focused on cooking, have you competence in this cook offs? I desire the perfect judge for my competition to prove how I am perfect at it in my quest to prove how I am perfect at everything, and sadly the other two judges have proven cowardly or incompetent. Are you, or are you not competent enough to behold my radiant cooking and brave enough to eat the surely blackened waste of ingredients of my opponent?"
He is actually a little irritated right now, his perfectionist attitude was beginning to rise up.

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"Very well. Wait a moment, Starlight"
He begins listing. Since that list is probably alphabetized and its only a matter of time until he gets to the D's. The A's:
"Aeropet Engineering Inc, Alin Biocosmetics, Arctic Adaptations, Azzil Limb Printing, Arms Corp, Antiplague Enhancements, Aviv And Adon Bio-Banking, Axyxes Artisan Eye Emporium...."
The B's:
"Bone Blood and Birth, Bargil Biotech, Boneframe Incorporated, BioBanks Unlimited, Biocosmetics Supreme, Bonesculptor Boutiques, Bioweave Clothes Inc, Better Berries Technologies...."
Then the C's
"Cotton Life Clothing, Canned Foods Galactic, Cell By Cell Improvements, Cryo-Organic Banking, Calzi's Organihuts, Centimos Organ Designs, Classic Biotech, Bedroom Biotechnology, Conservation Biosphere Inc, Changing Face Bio-Engineering...."
Then the D's
"Daring Biocosmetics, Defense Shell Biotech, Deep Sea Adaptations, Diggers Life Incorporated, Deep Space Living, Devil Face Fashion, Discrete Desires Biotech, Dorgan City-Forest Landscaping, D-khsjlinrqxhl"
You stop. The name he did not say was "Deglargo Industries". A corporation with bio-engineering certainly but also various other technologies specifically for making weaponry and technology for war. It also had a lesser known reputation for taking tech someone already made and finding ways to innovate and improve upon the original tech then sell it better than the person who first made it, like many powerful corporations.

Code Pink: Refera
That...hm. Code Pink. Yeah, I'll have to train Pinappla hard, and call the Time Patrol
She calls the time Patrol
Hey we potentially a big problem in our timeline? could you guys come help?
Oh NOW you want us to help, when you've already set up this whole quarantine and your own jurisdiction? Future Trunks says on his C-Phone
Hey that was all North Kaiio's idea. I personally only went along with that political/legal nonsense to appease him and so we were clear on that. besides we potentially have A Cell situation on our hands. It could be really bad.
.....Cell? Oh no. Well we have been getting reports of extra temporal activity in your universe from two different points....we keep trying to intercept them as they get outside into other timelines, but both seem to be playing smart and taking things before we arrive.
And why didn't you tell us this?
Because your supposed to find these threats yourself? Thats what being independent means. Your responsible for your own temporal problems.
Its still Bio-androids Trunks!
Bio-androids? Plural? Already? We're alls crewed more than I thought, aren't we?
There is at the very least, a new infiltration model bio-android that can shapeshift, the child of which is being comforted by Starlight as we speak.
.....A cybernetic supersoldier capable of destroying all of civilization and someone in your universe made one with the capability to look like anyone. I hate my life.
Me too. You gonna help or not?
....Sigh. The original Cell could produce enough Juniors to give the entire Z Fighters a hard fight all at the same time. If they made only one to hold you off, your were lucky. If they're playing smart, they could overwhelm you with Juniors, so your going to need our help on this.
...Thanks Trunks.
Thank me when we successfully made sure we're not all dead.
The call ends.

Meanwhile Pinappla had immediately began changing into the cosplay in front of them, Beryl and Jade automatically averting their eyes
"whats wrong?"
"We are already in a relationship with each other, like girls and have a privacy thing. Also where we're from you don't come of age until 18."
"Oh. Well.....saiyans don't have much in the way of modesty or privacy. Your just supposed to suit up as soon as possible and not care how much your suit gets damaged as you win the fight. Why isn't she averting her eyes?"
Pinappla says looking at Masala
"I don't have Mom's hang ups! Honestly they can be weirdly uptight about some things and very chill with other things. Like sometimes I love them so much I get the urge to absorb them to express it, and they are not into it, even though I could totally just spit them out when they'd want to be out again, they made me spit out the rabbit I accidentally absorbed and I can't absorb evil people since Uncle Buu got his personality changed when he absorbed people and I don't want go evil because I absorb the wrong person..."
Masala says wishing she had another Majin around to talk about this kind of stuff.
"Oh. uh......I see..."
She finishes changing
"Ok...uh....you can look now."
they turn around to see Pinappla in what seems to be cosplay of start Dovahkiin gear: an axe and some leather armor.
"Note: teach Matter materialization to students before Cosplay in the future. Style becomes harder to practice without it."
"Ok, do a Fus-ro Dah!"
"uuuh..."
"Oh right, she doesn't get the reference....here"
She conjures a mobile console with Skyrim on it.
"Play this. Its fun, and is part of your training...."
Pinappla starts up the game with interest. Turns out there might be some starter courses for some students of Referential Cosplay due to the backgrounds needed.

Deglargo Industries
The Executive, a young hotshot known as Kalzin was walking down the hall after Kurumo left, suddenly meets an older version of himself
"What the? Me?"
"Yes me, an older future specifically. I just came back to warn you. People will be coming for us the company someday see? Heres plans for more future bio-androids and vital info on the corporation."
He says handing his younger self a data chip
"This is bad, but its also an opportunity. Thats the businessman way: turn everything into an opportunity for more profit! And let me tell you the opportunity for you. You can escape right now and take over the company when Ol' CEO Deglargo gets ixnayed by the government. Old man's a great businessman, but he is last gen. Its YOUR time now. Let him take the fall, get out of here and make the corporation yours somewhere else and all the profit will be yours, you'll be the boss! Well I'm already the boss, but you'll be me, cause I remember coming back and telling this to you."
"Ah, I got it! Did you include extra money for-
"-investing so that you'll make even more money? Of course! Every iteration, you take whats improved over the last loop, invest into the things that the chip says will be sure to work, while improving on the bio-androids designs! Though don't delete the older designs. Those still have to exist to inspire and improve upon the newer ones."
"Alright! We'll be making more than Ol' CEO Deglargo ever will! Just BOOM! diving into a sea of Raditzes like our personal treasure trove. Knew the old man was too conservative with the time travel!"
"Thats the spirit!" says his older self.

[Hawkflight]

[Vodkana]

Vodkana's ear perked and she turned back.

'Ah. You are awake. I am sorry, that I have acted snob and all that. Nya.' Vodkana aplogized, trying not to look weak.

Vodkana wrapped her hands, looking directly at Katnep's eyes.

'Well, two reasons mostly. First- I have already paid my patriotic debt, when I have saved Meal from alien oppressors, with the help of Hailing and my Generosity Stormart Nyagato form. Second- You can't expect gods solve all inner social problems. What next? To stop poverty over all the universe? Nya? and even if it was my job to fix society, how would I do it? Ignore the Caste system, or I'll destroy you? and maybe we can even say it's a third point: Even my dearest beloved Hailing, knew that threat of destruction alone, can't be the answer for every problem. Nya. You know what your king's adviser asked of me? To kill sayian geezers, who prefer to die fighting. Many cultures would consider me evil, to agree for such a thing, and a murderer, when I'll start doing it.

Vodkana summoned a Ki Paw 'If you want another round, I am ready. But I won't kill you. Nya,;

"Then why did you invade our planet with your chefs?"

Pages

"Very well. Wait a moment, Starlight."

Starlight nodded, ready to take Pages to Oxy's city whenever they wanted.

Code Pink: Refera

That...hm. Code Pink. Yeah, I'll have to train Pinappla hard, and call the Time Patrol

She calls the time Patrol

Hey we potentially a big problem in our timeline? could you guys come help?

Oh NOW you want us to help, when you've already set up this whole quarantine and your own jurisdiction? Future Trunks says on his C-Phone

Hey that was all North Kaiio's idea. I personally only went along with that political/legal nonsense to appease him and so we were clear on that. besides we potentially have A Cell situation on our hands. It could be really bad.

.....Cell? Oh no. Well we have been getting reports of extra temporal activity in your universe from two different points....we keep trying to intercept them as they get outside into other timelines, but both seem to be playing smart and taking things before we arrive.

And why didn't you tell us this?

Because your supposed to find these threats yourself? Thats what being independent means. Your responsible for your own temporal problems.

Its still Bio-androids Trunks!

Bio-androids? Plural? Already? We're alls crewed more than I thought, aren't we?

There is at the very least, a new infiltration model bio-android that can shapeshift, the child of which is being comforted by Starlight as we speak.

.....A cybernetic supersoldier capable of destroying all of civilization and someone in your universe made one with the capability to look like anyone. I hate my life.

Me too. You gonna help or not?

....Sigh. The original Cell could produce enough Juniors to give the entire Z Fighters a hard fight all at the same time. If they made only one to hold you off, your were lucky. If they're playing smart, they could overwhelm you with Juniors, so your going to need our help on this.

...Thanks Trunks.

Thank me when we successfully made sure we're not all dead.

The call ends.

As soon as the call ended, there was a blue light behind Jade. As it faded, it revealed a pale yellow pony with a frizzy blond mane.

"Hello, darling. I'm River Song, of the Time Patrol," she said.

Deglargo Industries

The Executive, a young hotshot known as Kalzin was walking down the hall after Kurumo left, suddenly meets an older version of himself

"What the? Me?"

"Yes me, an older future specifically. I just came back to warn you. People will be coming for us the company someday see? Heres plans for more future bio-androids and vital info on the corporation."

He says handing his younger self a data chip

"This is bad, but its also an opportunity. Thats the businessman way: turn everything into an opportunity for more profit! And let me tell you the opportunity for you. You can escape right now and take over the company when Ol' CEO Deglargo gets ixnayed by the government. Old man's a great businessman, but he is last gen. Its YOUR time now. Let him take the fall, get out of here and make the corporation yours somewhere else and all the profit will be yours, you'll be the boss! Well I'm already the boss, but you'll be me, cause I remember coming back and telling this to you."

"Ah, I got it! Did you include extra money for-

"-investing so that you'll make even more money? Of course! Every iteration, you take whats improved over the last loop, invest into the things that the chip says will be sure to work, while improving on the bio-androids designs! Though don't delete the older designs. Those still have to exist to inspire and improve upon the newer ones."

"Alright! We'll be making more than Ol' CEO Deglargo ever will! Just BOOM! diving into a sea of Raditzes like our personal treasure trove. Knew the old man was too conservative with the time travel!"

"Thats the spirit!" says his older self.

[Earth First Coalition, Future]

Thirteen figures, cloaked in shadow, sat around a half-table. A set of monitors covered the wall on the flat side of the table, showing various graphs and data. A masculine voice spoke up.

"What are we looking at?"

A feminine voice replied. "It looks like a temporal feedback loop. Highly unstable."

A third voice spoke up. "Deglargo Industries?"

"Uncertain. It does not fit their recorded modus operandi."

"Check the historical records," said a fourth voice. "Check for any changes in leadership. And accelerate Project Adam. We need to stop this loop before it gets out of hand."

[igordragonian]

[Next World]

Spoon looked terrified.
Dishanna was fearless. It could be dangerouse attitude toward someone like Solitus.
But it seemed Dishanna have understood Solitus better than he did.
'Of course, your magnificence. Pleasing Masters and commoners alike is my sacred duty. Nya. If you wish me to be a judge, I shall the best judge.' Dishanna said with a bow.

She stepped forward, and has enchanted a table for herself, and a seat.
'The test of perfectness will reflect the best, in the most common feast among the many species of the universe- breakfast themed meal, using an egg- an ingredient almost every life planet with a civilization has, and also vegetarians and omnivores alike, even if the eggs vary between the planets- most of them enjoy it. I shall judge the quality, by what I know to be the more favored taste, by most citizens of universe. Nya. You have 20 minutes to prepare it, assuming both of you are provided with kitchens with the same tools and access to ingrdients, does it sound fair, Oh King Of all?" she said it all, with her buddah-like calm.


[Vodkana]

Vodkana tiltted her head. 'What? I never did that! Nya! The closest thing, was to fight the Tuffles when they went mad. Nya. Also, Spoon in name of Apfel, has defeated few chieftains...' she shrugged.

she waved to the new pony. 'Nya! I didn't knew there were pony patrolers!"

[WarforgedTank]

Earth

Warning klaxons sounded all over the ship. Cello, who was in the pilot's seat, was working frantically to land the ship, not to mention put out the fires on board from entering the planets atmosphere. From what he'd gained from the ships log, this planet was referred to as "Earth". There was also a mention about not trying to grab slaves here, because the planet had inhabitants powerful enough to prevent it from happening.

"Landing gear? Where is the landing gear?!"

Cello had never been in the cockpit when the pilot landed the ship to "recruit" new slaves. He'd been in his pen. He angled the ship towards the closest landmass, as far from what appeared to be civilization as he safely could. He flipped on the comms, on an emergency channel.

"Mayday! Mayday! I can't control my decent! I am broadcasting my coordinates before my ship crash la...."

The ship, burning inside and out, plows into the ground, sending debris flying everywhere. Inside the cockpit, Cello's head comes into contact with the control panel, knocking him unconscious.

[Lord Raziere]

Cello, Astralys and Tabby
"Wake up."
Cello hears a voice as someone shakes him awake,
"Wake up Namekian. I have saved you."
Assuming one is fully awake by now, Cello can see what looks like young girl about the age of 11 half tiger half human in lineage with yellow eyes and orange hair standing over him, looking oddly stoic for her age.
"Your lucky that I've foresaw your crash, I have dragged you out of the ship. Greetings. I am Astralys. Daughter of Seer Shanakan and Guardian Of earth, Luxana and young prodigy of the fate arts. I'd ask your name, but unfortunately I already know it Cello. Being able to see the potential fate of things does horrible things to your manners. Are you okay?"

Solitus
In response he uses matter materialization to conjure up two completely identical golden kitchens right in in front of them. If one was to inspect them, they'd be the same down to the very last detail, completely perfectionistic in recreation.
"Fair. Exact same kitchens and ingredients, open to all possibilities, leaving nothing left unequal. Shall we begin?"

Pages
"He should know who is doing this now. I am ready to be taken to this Oxyribo."
He says and waits patiently.

Pinappla and Referas:
"Cool. We'll discuss what we plan to do while Pinappla trains up."
She says to River song.

"Ok. I have played the....the game....."
"Then do it. Shout upon this Rock:"
Jade says pointing at a boulder.
"Fuuuuuus-RODAH!"
And suddenly a powerful kiai shout resounds from her voice and sends the boulder flying away into the horizon.
"Whoa....I did THAT!?"
"Awesome right?"

[Hawkflight]

[Vodkana]

Vodkana tiltted her head. 'What? I never did that! Nya! The closest thing, was to fight the Tuffles when they went mad. Nya. Also, Spoon in name of Apfel, has defeated few chieftains...' she shrugged.

Katnep's eyes narrowed in anger. "You're lying. I know you're lying because your chefs banished my father from New Plant!"

she waved to the new pony. 'Nya! I didn't knew there were pony patrolers!"

"But of course, darling. Our greatest wizard, Starswirl the Bearded, is one of the multiverse's foremost experts on time travel, after all."

Cello, Astralys and Tabby

"Wake up."

Cello hears a voice as someone shakes him awake,

"Wake up Namekian. I have saved you."

Assuming one is fully awake by now, Cello can see what looks like young girl about the age of 11 half tiger half human in lineage with yellow eyes and orange hair standing over him, looking oddly stoic for her age.

"Your lucky that I've foresaw your crash, I have dragged you out of the ship. Greetings. I am Astralys. Daughter of Seer Shanakan and Guardian Of earth, Luxana and young prodigy of the fate arts. I'd ask your name, but unfortunately I already know it Cello. Being able to see the potential fate of things does horrible things to your manners. Are you okay?"

Another figure glanced over at Astralys. This one was a full beastfolk, a tiger girl, and she looked a bit younger than Astralys, by maybe a year or two. And from her demeanor, one got the impression that she acted her age, unlike Astralys.

"You can see fate, shouldn't you know if he's okay?" she asked.

Pages

"He should know who is doing this now. I am ready to be taken to this Oxyribo."

He says and waits patiently.

Starlight nodded and teleported them to Oxy City.

----

Oxy City, at first glance, looked like most any other place on Earth, though slightly more technologically advanced. It was also much more progressive, abolishing slavery and instituting a system of fair and just rights for all.

As the pony and the bioandroid approached the city's seat of power, they saw an individual who stuck out from the rest. He, like the child, was a bioandroid, vaguely resembling a grown-up Cell Jr. However, he had a much more human face, and the crown of his head was much more arcosian. His feet were more boot-like in appearance, and his carapace is slightly receded from his face, looking more like armor than a part of his body. Also, his color scheme was yellow, black, and green.

Despite these differences, there was no questioning what he was -- a successful attempt at recreating and improving on Perfect Cell, even if his power level was a bit lower than Cell's.

Pinappla and Referas:

"Cool. We'll discuss what we plan to do while Pinappla trains up." She says to River song.

"Well, for one thing, you're going to have to act fast," River replied. "Kurumo has altered fate so you'll have to deal with Deglargo and the orkish invasion on two separate fronts. You're going to need help."

[Rater202]

Oxy City

Oxyribo, or God-King Oxy to his subjects, responds to the sudden arrival with a warm greeting.

"Hello, Starlight. It's nice to see you."He looks to the waspy-looking humanoid, "and who is this?"

Notable about Oxy: He apparently doesn't have Ki as his power level can't be sensed no matter how hard you try.

[Emperor Ing]

Pages

Deglargo Industries. Thank you, Pages. Apfel smiled as his process of elimination worked. He's never heard of such a business, but now he became curious how such a company possibly plans to stay profitable with such a bloated RnD budget and a very niche marketplace. His mind was already forming plans to take them down, and he'll do so because they'll let him walk in the front door, and tell them everything he wants to know, willingly.

He opens a channel with Jade. Figured out the origin of the bio-androids. Have a plan for our next move, once Earth is secure.

Solitus

Traube was incredulous. Did he even know what perfection was? Solitus is basically just a child with way too much power. There was no doubt in her mind that nobody was following him out of loyalty. Either they were trying to get something from him and thus feigned loyalty, or because they found their current residence in Hell non-preferable. Which meant everybody.

As you say, Your Perfectionness. She answered, as she thought back to the voice in her head. She trusted it significantly more, after this later display.

That sounds good to me. She replied back to her, mentally. The best I can do is keep an eye on Solitus, I have already informed the world of the Living what's happening, but...nothing has happened yet, we'll have to rely on ourselves for the time being.

Orbit

A type 0.9 civilization has the technology to terraform and bioform an exterminatused planet in that centuries. Fascinating, mmnyes. Freis remarked. Terraforming a lifeless planet to sustain life is a fairly quick process, taking a few years to ignite the core and mantle of a planet to create a magnetic field, then filling the atmosphere with gasses. The planet is habitable, but the next step is bioforming. Creating soil for flora, a stable food chain for fauna, as well as genetically engineered adaptations for the particular specific characteristics of the world. A process that can take centuries.

Regardless: the bulk of our forces will be surrounding Earth and Sol IV as a last defense. Your, er, capital ship should lie between worlds, in ready for rapid deployment against any Ork forces that penetrate our first defensive screens.

[Hawkflight]

Oxy City

Oxyribo, or God-King Oxy to his subjects, responds to the sudden arrival with a warm greeting.

"Hello, Starlight. It's nice to see you."He looks to the waspy-looking humanoid, "and who is this?"

Notable about Oxy: He apparently doesn't have Ki as his power level can't be sensed no matter how hard you try.

Starlight smiled and waved at Oxy.

"Hi Oxy!" she replied. "This is Pages. There's an alien corporation that's attempting to create and presumably sell bio-androids. One of them, an orange wasp-like one, well...." Starlight glanced away, looking a little green at the memory. "They created Pages, much like the Cell Juniors of your ancestor. He was just born today, and I thought that maybe you could help him make sense of, well, everything."

[WarforgedTank]

Cello, Astralys and Tabby
"Wake up."
Cello hears a voice as someone shakes him awake,
"Wake up Namekian. I have saved you."
Assuming one is fully awake by now, Cello can see what looks like young girl about the age of 11 half tiger half human in lineage with yellow eyes and orange hair standing over him, looking oddly stoic for her age.
"Your lucky that I've foresaw your crash, I have dragged you out of the ship. Greetings. I am Astralys. Daughter of Seer Shanakan and Guardian Of earth, Luxana and young prodigy of the fate arts. I'd ask your name, but unfortunately I already know it Cello. Being able to see the potential fate of things does horrible things to your manners. Are you okay?"

Solitus
In response he uses matter materialization to conjure up two completely identical golden kitchens right in in front of them. If one was to inspect them, they'd be the same down to the very last detail, completely perfectionistic in recreation.
"Fair. Exact same kitchens and ingredients, open to all possibilities, leaving nothing left unequal. Shall we begin?"

Pages
"He should know who is doing this now. I am ready to be taken to this Oxyribo."
He says and waits patiently.

Pinappla and Referas:
"Cool. We'll discuss what we plan to do while Pinappla trains up."
She says to River song.

"Ok. I have played the....the game....."
"Then do it. Shout upon this Rock:"
Jade says pointing at a boulder.
"Fuuuuuus-RODAH!"
And suddenly a powerful kiai shout resounds from her voice and sends the boulder flying away into the horizon.
"Whoa....I did THAT!?"
"Awesome right?"

Cello's eyes flutter open. He instantly attempts to scramble backwards, but an intense pain shoots through his right arm.

"Arrrgh!!! Who... who are you people? Where am I? How do you know I'm a Namekian? What are you?"

Cello looks up, and sees the blue sky. The confusion and pain he was in caused him to pass out again.

[Hawkflight]

Cello's eyes flutter open. He instantly attempts to scramble backwards, but an intense pain shoots through his right arm.

"Arrrgh!!! Who... who are you people? Where am I? How do you know I'm a Namekian? What are you?"

Cello looks up, and sees the blue sky. The confusion and pain he was in caused him to pass out again.

Tabby's eyes widened, and she quickly gave the unconscious Cello a checkup.

"His right arm's broken," she said. "He needs a senzu bean ... wait, you already know this. Why didn't you give him a senzu bean?"

[Sagetim]

Orbit

Max nodded a few times, then worked the controls on his ship to open panels on the hull of his ship, "Oh, I can deploy to anywhere from here in a matter of moments, there would be no appreciable difference in going from here as compared to out in space. That said, if you want your ships to be similarly rapidly deployed, there's space in the hangars. After all, completely filling them with automated drones doesn't make sense if the ship is also going to carry people around. And it lets me recover ships, act like a mobile space station, and so on." As he spoke, the armored panels on the hull slid back to reveal not just open spaces to land, but rack upon rack of small, agile ships around the size of an ICBM. Loaded in such a way that they could be rapidly fired off in waves to quickly mobilize the entire supply of them. These might be more why the ship was labeled a fleet, but it did seem to double down on the same idea that ran counter to arcosian ship design: a bigger ship was a bigger target. If these drones were operated by the larger ship, then taking it out could well render them useless.

"With the bulk of your forces serving as a last line of defense, my defense stations serving as a first line, and the rest of us running interference, I think we can handle the incoming Ork threat. So, how have you been?"

As Max tried to start a more casual conversation, he looked off to the sensor information from the aforementioned defense stations. A ship was in the middle of crashing towards Earth. Correction, it was basically already crashed. Well, it wasn't going to hit any inhabited locations. And it wasn't of Orkish design. Aaaaaand it crashed. Well, now cleaning that up got added to Max's to do list. Well, added to his split's to do list. The two he had at work at the front of the ship were nearly done with the modifications to the main cannon, but even if that were completed, he wasn't going to leave Earth until the Ork threat was taken care of. Max hoped the dead were not in imminent danger, at least.


CSI DBZ: Shining City Suspects Edition

Meanwhile, in the depths of one of the secured labs in The Shining City, a Max split in a lab coat was analyzing the DNA samples he had taken off the dead body at Baba's Palace. There was a fair amount of 'oooooos' and 'aaaaahs' and nerding over the work that had been done. While Max was not one to whip up artificial people, by technological nor biological means, he could certainly appreciate and begin to understand the work that had been put into the samples he was analyzing. It also helped that he was using tools from his own timeline's tech level to do the work. In a TV show, this is the part where he would be typing a lot on a keyboard, as if that was going to somehow make the analysis go faster or better or something. Possibly even plugging in multiple keyboards and typing on one with each hand, then crossing his arms over to switch which keyboard was being typed on with which hand. But mostly it was just a Max split sitting in a comfy chair and watching a holographic display for information and taking notes.

[Lord Raziere]

Astralys
"....I thought he'd regenerate. He is a namekian after all. The can instantly regrow limbs when they're torn off, a broken one shouldn't be all that much in comparison."
She says as she force feeds a senzu bean into his mouth while unconscious then tries to wake him again.

Pages:
"Uh....Hello. Oxyribo? I am Pages. It is as she said. I'm....a bio-android was born....just now....from a very....horrific parasitic process that my parent was ordered to do so against their will. Our programming is quite extensive unlike the Original Design. I am a model designed for infiltration you see. I can shapeshift into anyone much like the ones on this planet. As apart of my design, I therefore have a lot memories and lives that overwhelm me, intended to give me the necessary information to take on any guise and role. but I am not sure of who I am very much as a result..."

CSI: Shining City:
Further look into it by simulating the DNA and cybernetic information into a full body means that while the modifications are there, the underlying structure isn't all that different from the original Cell design. It still has all the same fighters as Cell, just other DNA and stuff added on or altered for a specific purpose. This wasn't a from-scratch design. Whoever this was, they basically stole the whole thing then just touched it up and optimized it in various little ways. Like how innovators often don't reinvent the wheel, just find the problems with the current wheel then find ways to get rid of the problems. More like they are trying to smooth out the concept of a Bio-Android to be more controllable and focused rather than going out of control and doing their own thing. Y'know how it goes historically: the original inventor will always get outshined by the innovator who makes it more accessible. People remember Thomas Edison, not the people he stole stuff from.

Pinappla Training Montage
How much time passes during this? I don't know, but I want to get this out of the way so here are the various moments:
She spends various hours learning to conjure her own cosplay over and over, exhorted to get faster and faster with it by Jade, or being told to "Dodge!" while jade attacks her constantly.

Another time she is reading the Path of the Protector
"I never got the chance to read this....your rules are so strange to me....the book doesn't seem to sell well?"
Jade smiles and pulls up a tablet
"look."
Jade pulls a website that she made herself. It was a website explaining her cause and a link to download the Path of the Protector for free.
".....You mean you just....give your book away online?"
"Yup!"
"But don't you lose money?"
"Don't need it kid. I can look up and conjure whatever I want or need. Its more important that people learn and follow the values than me getting something out of it, especially something I don't need."
"But....what do you use the money you DO make from the physical copies then???"
"Charity. I don't need it. Might as well give it all to people who do. If I ever sell out and start doing commercials, all it will do is make even more money for me to donate. Jokes on the greedy corporations."
"....I see...."

"You said you didn't think much of yourself when younger. Why?"
Pinappla said as she practiced axe swings.
"Well...I wasn't in a good place, no parents, no real friends....no hope of a future. Before Beryl came along, before I got some hope of getting things better despite my situation getting progressively worse."
"I don't get it, what so bad about having no parents?"
"Well...yeah you probably don't get that, being Saiyan. But you didn't have anyone that really made you confident or sure did you? Just uncertainty and constant beatdowns. Being pushed hard isn't always the solution. It doesn't guarantee you'll break your limits or do anything awesome, it just makes the situation high stress for some people. Some people can work with that....others can't. One ethos or method does not suit all. You, Pinappla chugged along doing saiyans methods of fighting, trying to zenkai your way through. But what if you can shine with something different? What if you just need a different way of doing things? If you do, thats perfectly ok. You don't need to be like the rest of the saiyans. You don't need to fit in. You can be any warrior you want to be."
"....I.....I can? I guess I'll try then..."

"But I still don't get why you defend the innocent. Can't you just teach everyone to defend themselves? Why not just have everyone be strong?"
Pinappla asks her axe clashes against Jade's Thorn Blades.
"Because not everyone wants to BE strong. They want to be happy, to relax, to just enjoy the life they have and accomplish what they set out to do with it, not constantly work to become more powerful every day. That gets tiring, can be tedious, and at the end if everything is peaceful and no threat comes, then you've kind of wasted your time eh? In our crazy lives, we of course know the threats come inevitably- there are at least three kinds of threats we are training to fight against even now- but most people don't want to be the ones to deal with it. And I don't blame them. It can be terrifying sometimes."
Pinappla blinks at this, she didn't quite get it
"People WANT to be weak? To be....static and lazy? Because thats all they seem to be to me. I may not like some of the saiyan ways, but they make much more sense: constant improvement, constant change and working to better yourself.....what is life if you cannot live up to your full potential? If you cannot face the greatest threats and challenges you possibly can? I don't get why they don't see that. Why they can't enjoy the challenge, even as I partly dread it myself."
"You don't have to get it. All I ask is that you respect it, that you keep your mind open to it and fight knowing that others are not you, that non-Saiyans do not fight for the enjoyment, but for the safety of those we protect, for we cannot enjoy the possibility of us losing and our foes killing those we cherish because we failed."
"....Strange.....you fight out of fear instead of enjoyment?"
"In a sense. I fear my family dying, so I fight to make sure it never happens."
"....That is so odd! Why do you not run away with them?"
"Because my fear is not one that rules me. I rule my fear, I chain it, master it to empower me, to focus me on whats important. I am the master of my emotions. Not the other way around."
"Huh....interesting."

Time passes and while Pinappla enjoys learning under Jade, and the company of Beryl and Masala, the more moral lessons while she understood them in an academic sense didn't really quite click. Her technique did improve however, already learning things through the Shouts of her cosplay.
"Hey!" Masala says to her one day. "Lets duel!"
Jade nods at this. Fighting someone like Masala could allow her to learn better technique and as well give her another friend- Masala did like fighting unlike her parents.

A few saiyans watch them fight and began chanting and singing as they go at it:
They face each other, pacing a bit before Pinappla attacks swinging her axe, only for Masala to take the hit and punch her in the face, her flesh reforming as it passes through. Pinappla leaps back, observing that her attack had no effect, she then yells
"Fus-Ro-Dah!"
and blasts Masala flying back from the force, but it was like hitting rubber or dough, she expanded a little then snapped back into shape as she lands. Masala then unleashes a barrage of stretchy arm punches back at her which she flies to the side to avoid. It seems that she can't use conventional methods to take her down. So Pinappla drew upon what she played of Skyrim and shouted:
"Krii-Lun-Aus!"
A purple shout passes over Masala and she knew what this was- It was Marked For Death. It weakens life force and defenses. Pinappla charges again and Masala this time dodges to the side, not wanting to test how lethal the axe is to her now, going into Jester cosplay and switching to a more acrobatic style as she did so. that was a very good Shout to learn. She conjures her twin scissorblades and they begin clashing and slashing with Masala blocking Pinappla with one blade and attacking with another forcing Pinappla to jump back out of her range. Then shout a third time:
"Foooooooo-KrahDiin!"
A powerful blizzard bursts from her mouth in a cone, freezing everything it passes by.
"Parody Mimicry: Spicy Fire Breath!"
Masala fires back with a cartoon-like inferno to clash against the blizzard, the two canceling each other out into nothing but steam. Masala regards Pinappla
"Hey, your better now that you have toolkit wider than just punching things. Lowering my defenses, trying to freeze me all so that you can hurt me without my regeneration- pretty smart."
"Your pretty good to though."
"Yeah, but I have a lot of natural advantages and talent! Kind of unfair to most people to fight me. Makes me a little lazy about this sometimes."
She sheathes her blades and yells
"Juggle Ball Barrage!"
She begins juggle ki balls and throwing them at Pinappla who does her best to dodge out of the way only for them to return back to Masala's hands to juggle back to Pinappla once again so she takes her axe and chops them apart to interrupt the cycle.
"I mean when you can regenerate from most attacks as your natural state of being and have a knack for Improvisational Cosplay techniques, you kind of wish for any challenge you can. I'm actually excited for bio-androids! It'll will give me something that can fight on equal terms with me, rather than this debuff and tactical stuff."
"Oh? You don't think I'm a challenge? How I about I prove you wrong then!?"
Pinappla says conjuring a second axe and taking a dual-wielding stance.
"Just you try! I've been fighting my mothers for years, you'll have to push hard!"
They charge at each other yelling and begin a stormlike dance of blades, Masala blunting her blades with her ki on her end. On and on they fight, clashing against each other in struggle for dominance, feeling a rush as they charge, furiously clanging their weapons against one another before separating and rushing around to clash back together again, neither willing to give up.

After a while they tire out from constantly going at it and finally collapse panting.
"What.....you tired? I...Can....keep....going...."
"Your just as....tired as me...."
The sit and pant and stare each other for a few more moments, trying to win out. Then out of nowhere Pinappla kisses Masala on the cheek and falls asleep, collapsing on the ground. Her reaction is priceless:
".....WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !?"
Beryl and Jade only laugh at this while they were watching.

[Rater202]

Oxy frowns at the child's story. It's not unlike his own training and indoctrination by the Red Pants Army.

He leans down and looks the younger android in the eye. "Who do you want to be?"

[igordragonian]

[Vodkana]

Vodkana has tilted her head to Katnep's accusation 'Why in the world, would they do that? They are paid well, and work happily on Hailing Planet. Nya'
to the time pony she chuckled. 'You ponies neverrr cease to amaze me. My time as maid of Starlight was the best! Nya!"




[The Perfect Cooking Tournament]

'Yes.' Dishanna has answered and matter materiliazed a hourglass, and turned it upside down. 'nyaow!' with her ever clam smile.


Patiji with a frown, turned to work- putting an egg between every pair of fingers(8 eggs in total) and broke them simulatnaly,with swift and decifive movemnt, hitting the pan with a ki beam. And then, he started to cut exotic vegtables with top speed, sending them flying into the pan.



'Um.. nya. Yeah. I am not so sure, what can I do. I can manipulate sugar, even from within living bodies, but I have feelings, Solitus won't be defeated so easily.'

[Emperor Ing]

Apfel

Given that Pages was under control, he should take initiative and begin scheduling a personal tour of Deglargo Industries. Or rather, get one of his many secretaries to schedule a tour. The Emperor, Apfel, personally requests a tour of their facilities, tomorrow.

Orbit

I will decline. Decentralizing our carrier capacity prevents the enemy from concentrating firepower upon a priority target. Furthermore, the capabilities of your ship is currently unknown. Our Carriers can accelerate to 100 C in 2.1 minutes. Emperor Apfel will be relocated to Sol IV as super-heavy assets are sufficient for Earth.

Nothing is getting through these defenses, mmnyes. He allowed himself a moment of smugness.

What have I been up to? Well, it has been an interesting few years, I must say.

Spoiler: Phygris

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One of Apfel's first acts as Emperor was to cease the conquests that Hailing had initiated and continued ever since he came to power. While this caused no shortage of problems, as some took the opportunity to counterattack, foolishly believing the Empire had overextended itself, several were just happy to have the fighting stop.

Though this put the Empire in an awkward position when one of their explorer ships, pushing the boundaries of known space, stumbled upon the Styge System, so named by its native inhabitants.

The Rusiandians are a race of vaguely humanoid creatures with a rather unique biological quirk: Their bodies are hydrated through liquid nitrogen, rather than water. Their organic tissues, though carbon-based, are adapted to extreme cold at the molecular level. Perfect for their homeworld, a large icy moon of Phygris, orbiting the gas giant, Exvelix, around the Neutron Star, Styge. The tiny, ultradense star provided a good amount of light, but virtually no heat, leaving the planet ultra-frigid, covered in plains of frozen rock and ice, and covered in oceans of liquid nitrogen, forming lakes and rivers. Its biosphere is simiilarly adapted to the extreme temperates only a few degrees kelvin of absolute zero. Inhospitable to almost anyone else, but to the Rudiandians, it was quite temperate.

Their civilization was poised to take the last step before introducing themselves to the universe. Asteroid mining and orbital colonies saw new levels of prosperity never before seen in their society. However the governments of Phygris became greedy and decadent, colluding to consolidate political power into a nominally democratic merchantilist cabal, an oppressive one at that. The world devolved into civil war against their rulers, who after several years, the governments were on the verge of defeat. In their arrogance, the rulers proceeded to deploy nuclear weapons, intent on cowing the peons into submission in a single stroke. It only enraged them further, and their torn entrails were paraded through the cities. At least, what remained of the cities.

Phygris was devastated, advanced technology all but lost, and nearly 90% of its population wiped out.

This was 30 years ago.

When an Explorer frame-shifted into the system and surveyed the moon, they discovered the post-apocalyptic civilization. Once contact was established, the Rusiandians greeted the Arcosian Empire as liberators, here to uplift them, and outright begged to be annexed into a greater Empire, if only because the failure of self-rule remained in the living memory of their people.

Following the Battle for Earth, Baron Freis of the Gentlemen found himself rather isolated. He had attained a level of power few even dreamed existed, let alone could conceptualize, without the existence of Hailing to serve as an example. While not QUITE at his level, he had become very strong. Yet the possibility of grabbing power? Seizing it through pure brute force and establishing a gentlemanly, noble, ordered society? Held little interest for him. Besides, doing so would undermine the very concept of the gentlemanly conduct he sought for others. As such he left the Gentlemen and sought a...different role in the Empire, if only to do some soul-searching. Transfering over to a diplomatic role seemed appropriate for someone of his disposition and talent, so he became the Sector Lord of Sector Styge. For the time being, Sector Styge consisted of the Styge system, and hundreds of other completely uninhabited systems. This freed up his time to personally learn from the Rusiandians. Their history, their cultures, even their language. Though the weather was exceptionally frigid, even by Arcosian standards, with proper insulating clothes, he could withstand it.

It became an exchange. While he taught them intergalactic history, culture, and introduced new technology, they taught him what they had learned. While most of it is hardly unique, mathematics at base six, physics, aside from biology, which did tremendous amounts to uproot many centuries-established theories of organic biologies thought to be proven fact given their nitrogen-based ecosystem, there wasn't much they could add to the knowledge-base of the intergalactic archives.

Except one thing. Rusiand martial artists have developed strange new ways to utilize ki. Rather than blasts of energy that rip apart and burn foes, these strikes and attacks drain energy from the foe, at the atomic level. It is from these masters, or at least what passes for masters, given the devastation of the nuclear war, that Freis learned these strange techniques, incorporating them into his own fighting style, while helping them piece together what had been lost. Indeed, modern terraforming techniques have long since restored the planet's surface to its prime, eliminating radiation pockets and stabilizing the atmosphere. The planet is currently in the process of being bioformed, as genetic samples are regrown and gradually re-introduced into the environment. A process that will take centuries before completion but something the Empire is more than willing to assist with.

Even Artic Industries donated a 5000 km-diameter Bishop Ring, optimized for a nitrogen-based ecosystem, as both habitation for Rusiandians, and a testing bed for theoretical ecosystem simulation, as the exact details of food chains around the planet have been left to both scraps that could be recovered from the fallout of their nuclear war, and educated speculation from experienced biologists.

After eight years, the future of Phygris looks bright. Freis resigned as Sector Lord, after the Rusiand began to gain their confidence back and accepted Freis' idea that they should be able to rule themselves, even if subordinate in the Imperial hierarchy.

Freis then wanted to return to the Imperial military with a renewed desire to help the people of the universe, if only to keep them safe. For his exceptional service in the transition of the Rusiand into Imperial society, he was given the position of General, where he re-congregated his old comrades in the Gentlemen as his command staff. Since then, he has helped to neutralize numerous conflicts, his skill in diplomacy allowing him to resolve wars before they can escalate, giving him one of the lowest casualty rates on both enemy and combatant, earning them the nickname the "Peacemakers." However they preferred "Royal Consortium" out of an only somewhat earned sense of elitism.

Traube

Traube saw the ongoing cooking competition, and inspiration struck. Solitus is in a cooking competition, being broadcast across the universe. If he loses, it will undermine his legitimacy, and eliminate the figurehead his handlers are hiding behind. She remarked back mentally. See if you can't manipulate the sugars in Solitus' dish to make it...disgusting.