Z-Fighter
Red Jacket
Brachi and Xenest both blinked at this. They were now Commanders?
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LoopyPanda
Black Jacket
"Commander, is it? Commander Mioi..." Mioi rubbed her chin in contemplation. "Has a nice ring to it. Even though I've never held a leadership position in my entire life..."The sudden title was daunting considering she came from a race of cyclops aliens who were mostly cliques with rigid social castes that never interacted with each other. "I guess since we are all commanders, it will not be TOO bad. But..."
Mioi said nothing further because of the sudden appearance of the 3 individuals from Universe 5. Instinctively her eye widened and she took a step back from the surprise. "Two Hakaishin!? Just like Lord Beerus?" She also noted Arak's attendant bore some resemblance to Whis, although she was unaware of the fact there was even more than one Universe, let alone more than one God of Destruction. "This is a lot of surprises at once..."
Mioi said nothing further because of the sudden appearance of the 3 individuals from Universe 5. Instinctively her eye widened and she took a step back from the surprise. "Two Hakaishin!? Just like Lord Beerus?" She also noted Arak's attendant bore some resemblance to Whis, although she was unaware of the fact there was even more than one Universe, let alone more than one God of Destruction. "This is a lot of surprises at once..."
Panich
Green Jacket
"Piccolo! Tien Shinhan!" Bage lit up at the sight of their old friends. It really had been too long, he was just glad they were safe! He and Panich followed behind Zibarica, Basil, and Paprika as they exited the ship. Panich observed her surroundings a bit before nodding to the three waiting for them. After they turned their heads to the Theron at his announcement.
"Commanders?" Bage raised an eyebrow, before nodding in agreement. "We'll do our best."
The clear smirk on Panich's face was clear that this was music to her ears. But feeling familiar saiyan energy, the smirk soon faded. Someone was on their way over.
"Mom?" Basil mumbled. "is that..?"
"I'm sure we all feel it, son," Panich replied with a nod.
And what luck, more people were showing up too, and with another destroyer.
"Commanders?" Bage raised an eyebrow, before nodding in agreement. "We'll do our best."
The clear smirk on Panich's face was clear that this was music to her ears. But feeling familiar saiyan energy, the smirk soon faded. Someone was on their way over.
"Mom?" Basil mumbled. "is that..?"
"I'm sure we all feel it, son," Panich replied with a nod.
And what luck, more people were showing up too, and with another destroyer.
Vegetto Jr. stood with a small smile throughout it, leaning in closer to Jaz slightly and covering the side of his face as he whispered to her once Kire was done scolding her.
"Don't worry, I'll still do as you say, commander Jaz."
He then blinked with wide eyes, grinning back at Kire with a nervous tone.
"Ok ok! We'll be back by sundown, I promise!"
Vegetto Jr. sighed lightly, turning his eyes a bit at Jaz's final proposition, frowning a bit.
"You sure? What if we get caught?"
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Vegetto scoffed lightly in annoyance, having slightly rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Theron.
"I was thinking the Alliance could use less commanders overall. Having all of us as leaders would be a problem: too many people trying to hold the reigns would lead to nothing getting done and constant arguing if we don't all agree."
He kept his eyes forward, but his attention seemed elsewhere.
"Some of us would be better off hiding in their laboratories, trying to build machines and gadgets to make up for their own shortcomings as a man."
Theron paused a bit, glancing in between Vegetto and Kire for a moment. He turned his head towards Piccolo, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this something they always do?"
Piccolo kept his posture still, his tone flat.
"Ask the Juniors. I've never even met them before."
Theron shrugged his shoulders, turning back to Vegetto.
"Right...anyway, you don't need to worry about that. You're not officially a commander, Vegetto."
Vegetto blinked, his right eyebrow raised as the annoyance began to mount.
"Wait what? Don't tell me you're actually listening to that pathetic worm over there?! You only need one commander, not everyone!"
Theron cleared his throat.
"The good thing about our Alliance is that it is heavily factioned; there are more than just Imperials in this base. Believe it or not...my lord-"
Theron's words dripped with sarcastic venom, prompting Vegetto to narrow his eyes a bit before the former Republic spy continued.
"Not every member in our army is convinced that following you is even a good idea, much less a perfect one. Your Empire alone is responsible for some of the destruction that ruined a lot of these solders' lives, let alone the ones you personally impacted."
Vegetto opened his mouth to speak, but Theron quickly started talking over the small noise that Vegetto let out.
"But...these men and women are here because the politics of the past don't matter. The Juniors are right: we need a strong figurehead to wage war against Arcann. The history is there: your actions single handedly changed the course of the war, and your power put the universe under your boot. The Empire worshiped you for it, and the Republic feared you unlike any other Sith to ever come before. So we do need you, now more than ever, if we're going to inspire a universe to stand against Arcann."
Piccolo crossed his arms, speaking up next.
"That's why we're needing the rest of the Outlanders to lead: they will be able to move more freely if you draw Arcann's focus away from our main operations. This also solves the problem that your image presents: while you are the necessary piece for inspiring the full war against the Eternal Throne, your leadership is only truly accepted by the Imperials. Thankfully, there are former legends from the Republic here as well. In the collection of Outlanders, we have a diverse team that can lead the splintered factions of this alliance."
Vegetto kept his strong glare, raising his right eyebrow slightly.
"So what, am I just suppose to sit on this world and do nothing until the war is over? I'm not interested in being your poster boy."
Gogeta Jr. spoke up, looking to his side at.
"No no, you're going out there as well. We just need to be careful about the missions you undertake."
Theron's eyes lifted up at the spectacle of light, immediately tensing and reaching for his blaster pistol once the Universe 5 entourage arrived. The soldiers began to break formation a bit, preparing to engage with their weapons drawn before Beerus lifted his right arm out, signaling for them to stop. He had just disembarked off the ramp of the ship, holding a small frown and speaking up.
"I heard the bit of us being commanders, so let me take charge here and order all of you to stand down. They are not hostile...at least, as of now."
Beerus narrowed his eyes a bit with his arms neatly folded behind his back, glaring back at Arak specifically after exchange glances with the others and speaking with a firm, stern tone.
"What are you doing here, Arak? This is my realm, and I don't recall ever inviting you to meddle in my affairs."
"Don't worry, I'll still do as you say, commander Jaz."
He then blinked with wide eyes, grinning back at Kire with a nervous tone.
"Ok ok! We'll be back by sundown, I promise!"
Vegetto Jr. sighed lightly, turning his eyes a bit at Jaz's final proposition, frowning a bit.
"You sure? What if we get caught?"
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Vegetto scoffed lightly in annoyance, having slightly rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Theron.
"I was thinking the Alliance could use less commanders overall. Having all of us as leaders would be a problem: too many people trying to hold the reigns would lead to nothing getting done and constant arguing if we don't all agree."
He kept his eyes forward, but his attention seemed elsewhere.
"Some of us would be better off hiding in their laboratories, trying to build machines and gadgets to make up for their own shortcomings as a man."
Theron paused a bit, glancing in between Vegetto and Kire for a moment. He turned his head towards Piccolo, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this something they always do?"
Piccolo kept his posture still, his tone flat.
"Ask the Juniors. I've never even met them before."
Theron shrugged his shoulders, turning back to Vegetto.
"Right...anyway, you don't need to worry about that. You're not officially a commander, Vegetto."
Vegetto blinked, his right eyebrow raised as the annoyance began to mount.
"Wait what? Don't tell me you're actually listening to that pathetic worm over there?! You only need one commander, not everyone!"
Theron cleared his throat.
"The good thing about our Alliance is that it is heavily factioned; there are more than just Imperials in this base. Believe it or not...my lord-"
Theron's words dripped with sarcastic venom, prompting Vegetto to narrow his eyes a bit before the former Republic spy continued.
"Not every member in our army is convinced that following you is even a good idea, much less a perfect one. Your Empire alone is responsible for some of the destruction that ruined a lot of these solders' lives, let alone the ones you personally impacted."
Vegetto opened his mouth to speak, but Theron quickly started talking over the small noise that Vegetto let out.
"But...these men and women are here because the politics of the past don't matter. The Juniors are right: we need a strong figurehead to wage war against Arcann. The history is there: your actions single handedly changed the course of the war, and your power put the universe under your boot. The Empire worshiped you for it, and the Republic feared you unlike any other Sith to ever come before. So we do need you, now more than ever, if we're going to inspire a universe to stand against Arcann."
Piccolo crossed his arms, speaking up next.
"That's why we're needing the rest of the Outlanders to lead: they will be able to move more freely if you draw Arcann's focus away from our main operations. This also solves the problem that your image presents: while you are the necessary piece for inspiring the full war against the Eternal Throne, your leadership is only truly accepted by the Imperials. Thankfully, there are former legends from the Republic here as well. In the collection of Outlanders, we have a diverse team that can lead the splintered factions of this alliance."
Vegetto kept his strong glare, raising his right eyebrow slightly.
"So what, am I just suppose to sit on this world and do nothing until the war is over? I'm not interested in being your poster boy."
Gogeta Jr. spoke up, looking to his side at.
"No no, you're going out there as well. We just need to be careful about the missions you undertake."
Theron's eyes lifted up at the spectacle of light, immediately tensing and reaching for his blaster pistol once the Universe 5 entourage arrived. The soldiers began to break formation a bit, preparing to engage with their weapons drawn before Beerus lifted his right arm out, signaling for them to stop. He had just disembarked off the ramp of the ship, holding a small frown and speaking up.
"I heard the bit of us being commanders, so let me take charge here and order all of you to stand down. They are not hostile...at least, as of now."
Beerus narrowed his eyes a bit with his arms neatly folded behind his back, glaring back at Arak specifically after exchange glances with the others and speaking with a firm, stern tone.
"What are you doing here, Arak? This is my realm, and I don't recall ever inviting you to meddle in my affairs."
Raditz continued to fly aimlessly in hopes of finding anything.
"This is pointless. As far as I'm concerned there's no intelligent enough life to help me out."
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Arak watched as he saw Beerus walk out of the ship. He looked back at Universe's 7 destroyer with a soft smile.
"Beerus, as welcoming as ever I see."
Ale kept his composure as the other two destroyers spoke. He kept his eyes on Beerus as if he was studying him.
"Well, let's get down to business." Arak glanced over at Cukatail for one second before looking back at Beerus. "Let's go over some background behind our visit. We've been keeping tabs on other universes, not for any bad intentions, but we want to insure the safety of Universe 5. The Tournament of Power long ago introduced me to the idea that mortals were able to obtain power that was well within the realms of Hakaishin. It got me thinking about beings who possess such might but with evil purposes."
Arak looked over at Cukatail who nodded back at the destroyer and held out his staff. An image appeared above it showing Arcann.
"Such malevolent characters are more than capable of being threats to multiple universes even if they are unaware that there are 12 in total. We don't want these so called universal pests to come invade our universe." Arak placed his hands to his side as he continued to look at Beerus intently. "Now, I know you're not a fan of interference but we were hoping to be of assistance. Call it a sort of entente between Universe 5 and 7. Cukatail?"
Cukatail walked forward a bit as he started to speak up.
"We were hoping that you would take in our Hakaishin trainee, Ale, into your resistance."
Ale looked over at the angel, his face full of confusion.
"Pardon m-"
"As a part of Ale's next millennium of training we were actually taking him across a tour of all 12 universes in order to see how different Hakaishin work as well as being familiar with the sibling universes. But we also wanted to test him a bit. Thankfully, no universal threats have come to Universe 5 for quite some time but we do need Ale to know how to deal with such threats. With all of the stuff going on in Universe 7 we thought this would be a great place to take him!" the Angel mused. "Besides, this universe is home to some of the strongest fighters across the multiverse. The Saiyans specifically come to mind."
"We want Ale to be a part of your group, let him spar with some of your warriors." Arak continued. "In return he will aid you in your resistance and all we ask is peace between our universes. He is a powerful deity and we know you lot need as much firepower as you can get."
Ale continued to stay silent watching over as everyone continued to speak.
"This is pointless. As far as I'm concerned there's no intelligent enough life to help me out."
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Arak watched as he saw Beerus walk out of the ship. He looked back at Universe's 7 destroyer with a soft smile.
"Beerus, as welcoming as ever I see."
Ale kept his composure as the other two destroyers spoke. He kept his eyes on Beerus as if he was studying him.
"Well, let's get down to business." Arak glanced over at Cukatail for one second before looking back at Beerus. "Let's go over some background behind our visit. We've been keeping tabs on other universes, not for any bad intentions, but we want to insure the safety of Universe 5. The Tournament of Power long ago introduced me to the idea that mortals were able to obtain power that was well within the realms of Hakaishin. It got me thinking about beings who possess such might but with evil purposes."
Arak looked over at Cukatail who nodded back at the destroyer and held out his staff. An image appeared above it showing Arcann.
"Such malevolent characters are more than capable of being threats to multiple universes even if they are unaware that there are 12 in total. We don't want these so called universal pests to come invade our universe." Arak placed his hands to his side as he continued to look at Beerus intently. "Now, I know you're not a fan of interference but we were hoping to be of assistance. Call it a sort of entente between Universe 5 and 7. Cukatail?"
Cukatail walked forward a bit as he started to speak up.
"We were hoping that you would take in our Hakaishin trainee, Ale, into your resistance."
Ale looked over at the angel, his face full of confusion.
"Pardon m-"
"As a part of Ale's next millennium of training we were actually taking him across a tour of all 12 universes in order to see how different Hakaishin work as well as being familiar with the sibling universes. But we also wanted to test him a bit. Thankfully, no universal threats have come to Universe 5 for quite some time but we do need Ale to know how to deal with such threats. With all of the stuff going on in Universe 7 we thought this would be a great place to take him!" the Angel mused. "Besides, this universe is home to some of the strongest fighters across the multiverse. The Saiyans specifically come to mind."
"We want Ale to be a part of your group, let him spar with some of your warriors." Arak continued. "In return he will aid you in your resistance and all we ask is peace between our universes. He is a powerful deity and we know you lot need as much firepower as you can get."
Ale continued to stay silent watching over as everyone continued to speak.
~ Z ~
Black Jacket
"Aww, c'mon Junior! You gotta be a rebel sometimes!" Jaz whispered back, giggling. "Don't worry tho', I got your back if dad gets mad. He won't hurt you when I'm around."
Just as Jaz was about to give Junior a playful shove, the bright light immediately caught her attention. The newcomers no doubt sparked the girl's interest. There was a moment that she didn't say anything, however, when she turned to face Junior, her face spelled glee and trouble. Before he had a chance to stop her, Jaz had already dashed off to the God of Destruction and his accomplices.
"Junior! More aliens!" Jaz said shoving Beerus out of the way and moving up close to the new God of Destruction. "You guys are from another universe?! That's so cool! You got the same clothes as Mr. Beery too! Are you his brother?! Have you come to save this universe?!"
Jaz couldn't contain her excitement and began to circle Arak and his assistant, her curiosity getting the best of her. She poked at Arak's biceps and meddled with Cuckatail's robe. An innocent laugh would occasionally escape her lips until her eyes trailed to Ale and she paused everything she was doing. The little one walked towards the giant wolfman and her eyes began to glitter with amazement.
"You're one big pupper," Jaz held out her hand in her attempts to pet Ale. "Is it okay if I pet your head? You're not gonna bite me, right?"
"My, my, how easily egos are bruised," Kire chuckled upon hearing Vegetto's retorts. "But hey, I agree with sending the brute as a decoy to take the hits while the rest of us find a stop to this war. However, ignoring the baboon for a moment, I actually have experience in war since I was a commander a long time ago. I can help you guys in your plans and what moves to make. Besides, war tactics don't change, it's the technology used in it, and that is where I shine, just ask Koth."
Kire took a step forward and held out his palm to create a hologram all the information he's gathered about Arcann and Vaylin, the Alliance, Valkorian, and the enemy in general, some being as recent as an hour ago. He purposely expanded the hologram hide Vegetto from view.
"See, I got many ears and many sources. I know a lot more than I should, which is why I don't need to use brute strength to win. Information is power, and ain't anyone got as much info as I do. However, I ain't here to flex my ego, I'm here to help. I won't bother you guys unless you need me, but I do ask for three lil' things." Kire wiggled three fingers. "I want a lab here, I want a small ship at my disposal, and I want complete access to any and all technology you own. I can build weapons from it as well as upgrade current ones. Grant me these three lil' favors and I'll make sure the Alliance has the upper hand in this war."
Kire made a cocky smirk, jabbing a thumb to point at Vegetto.
"Even if it means workin' with that guy. But I'm pretty sure he won't be a problem for me regardless of how big his mistakes will undoubtedly be."
Just as Jaz was about to give Junior a playful shove, the bright light immediately caught her attention. The newcomers no doubt sparked the girl's interest. There was a moment that she didn't say anything, however, when she turned to face Junior, her face spelled glee and trouble. Before he had a chance to stop her, Jaz had already dashed off to the God of Destruction and his accomplices.
"Junior! More aliens!" Jaz said shoving Beerus out of the way and moving up close to the new God of Destruction. "You guys are from another universe?! That's so cool! You got the same clothes as Mr. Beery too! Are you his brother?! Have you come to save this universe?!"
Jaz couldn't contain her excitement and began to circle Arak and his assistant, her curiosity getting the best of her. She poked at Arak's biceps and meddled with Cuckatail's robe. An innocent laugh would occasionally escape her lips until her eyes trailed to Ale and she paused everything she was doing. The little one walked towards the giant wolfman and her eyes began to glitter with amazement.
"You're one big pupper," Jaz held out her hand in her attempts to pet Ale. "Is it okay if I pet your head? You're not gonna bite me, right?"
"My, my, how easily egos are bruised," Kire chuckled upon hearing Vegetto's retorts. "But hey, I agree with sending the brute as a decoy to take the hits while the rest of us find a stop to this war. However, ignoring the baboon for a moment, I actually have experience in war since I was a commander a long time ago. I can help you guys in your plans and what moves to make. Besides, war tactics don't change, it's the technology used in it, and that is where I shine, just ask Koth."
Kire took a step forward and held out his palm to create a hologram all the information he's gathered about Arcann and Vaylin, the Alliance, Valkorian, and the enemy in general, some being as recent as an hour ago. He purposely expanded the hologram hide Vegetto from view.
"See, I got many ears and many sources. I know a lot more than I should, which is why I don't need to use brute strength to win. Information is power, and ain't anyone got as much info as I do. However, I ain't here to flex my ego, I'm here to help. I won't bother you guys unless you need me, but I do ask for three lil' things." Kire wiggled three fingers. "I want a lab here, I want a small ship at my disposal, and I want complete access to any and all technology you own. I can build weapons from it as well as upgrade current ones. Grant me these three lil' favors and I'll make sure the Alliance has the upper hand in this war."
Kire made a cocky smirk, jabbing a thumb to point at Vegetto.
"Even if it means workin' with that guy. But I'm pretty sure he won't be a problem for me regardless of how big his mistakes will undoubtedly be."
Panich
Green Jacket
Zibarica, Basil and Paprika were a bit surprised at the arrival of another god of destruction arriving on the scene, but with Beerus handling this they decided it was in good hands. Panich, on the other hand, was tired of this bickering about Vegetto's role in this whole deal and was ready to get down to the meat of the situation.
"If we're done discussing this frivolous matter of importance, fill us in on the main operations." The princess chimed in. "Poster boy or not, I doubt we have the time to argue it over."
"If we're done discussing this frivolous matter of importance, fill us in on the main operations." The princess chimed in. "Poster boy or not, I doubt we have the time to argue it over."
LoopyPanda
Black Jacket
Mioi cleared her throat uncomfortably with the sudden awkward tension created. "Please, do not mind them, those two have been like this since they met. Something trivial about patriarchal rivalry," she said to Theron before adding her piece on the matter.
"Still, Lady Panich is right. We have more pressing matters to focus on beyond just Lord Vegetto posing as Arcann's main distraction. What are the most urgent matters at the moment that need attending to?" Mioi wasn't used to any leadership position, but she suddenly felt determined to prove herself capable of being a contributory leader. Usually she would act dismissive and leave it up to someone else, but this wasn't a situation she felt right shying away from anymore. But there was little they could do without any pertinent information that's come up since they were frozen in carbonite.
"Still, Lady Panich is right. We have more pressing matters to focus on beyond just Lord Vegetto posing as Arcann's main distraction. What are the most urgent matters at the moment that need attending to?" Mioi wasn't used to any leadership position, but she suddenly felt determined to prove herself capable of being a contributory leader. Usually she would act dismissive and leave it up to someone else, but this wasn't a situation she felt right shying away from anymore. But there was little they could do without any pertinent information that's come up since they were frozen in carbonite.
Grey Star
Red Jacket
Kira moved from the back of the group to closer than the forefront, ending up by Vegetto Jr., her face looking to Piccolo.
"Jr. here fought with the Republic and Mioi had vestigial ties to what remained of the Jedi decades ago." She stated. "I'm not sure what Jaz's story is but these three are the warriors you want representing the Republic to keep everyone fighting the same enemy. They'll be much more convincing than an old failed Jedi Commander could ever me." She then looked over to Vegetto but still speaking to Piccolo. "Funnily enough the old Sith Emperor taught me of my failures as a commander. Still these three are what you'll want. Any Jedi would respect them more than they would respect me."
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Solaris walked over to Arak and bowed out of condition, body subservient, even the Saiyan tail bending downwards, eyes closed.
"Welcome to this universe, my lord." He stated, half out of respect, half out of conditioning. With the formality finished, he stood back up and walked backwards to get out of the way between the two Destroyers. Though he seemed to be interested in Ale judging by how he kept glancing towards the wolf.
Another discipline of a destroyer, sent to learn from the Z-Fighters as well? That's a coincidence that I don't like. I don't smell any magic at least, so they're probably unaware of my old slaver. Hopefully.
Solaris took another look around, taking into account everyone around.
The Z-Fighters, surrounded by factions of this galaxy, both old and new members reunited, crossing the gap between multiple universes, all to be here. This situation will at least answer the question burning in my mind. What made this group so terrifying to the Black Kaiser?
"Jr. here fought with the Republic and Mioi had vestigial ties to what remained of the Jedi decades ago." She stated. "I'm not sure what Jaz's story is but these three are the warriors you want representing the Republic to keep everyone fighting the same enemy. They'll be much more convincing than an old failed Jedi Commander could ever me." She then looked over to Vegetto but still speaking to Piccolo. "Funnily enough the old Sith Emperor taught me of my failures as a commander. Still these three are what you'll want. Any Jedi would respect them more than they would respect me."
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Solaris walked over to Arak and bowed out of condition, body subservient, even the Saiyan tail bending downwards, eyes closed.
"Welcome to this universe, my lord." He stated, half out of respect, half out of conditioning. With the formality finished, he stood back up and walked backwards to get out of the way between the two Destroyers. Though he seemed to be interested in Ale judging by how he kept glancing towards the wolf.
Another discipline of a destroyer, sent to learn from the Z-Fighters as well? That's a coincidence that I don't like. I don't smell any magic at least, so they're probably unaware of my old slaver. Hopefully.
Solaris took another look around, taking into account everyone around.
The Z-Fighters, surrounded by factions of this galaxy, both old and new members reunited, crossing the gap between multiple universes, all to be here. This situation will at least answer the question burning in my mind. What made this group so terrifying to the Black Kaiser?
Beerus narrowed his eyes a bit, rubbing his chin and turning his attention to Ale after Arak's explanation.
"Hmph...I see. Very well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to-"
Beerus yelped, nearly toppling over and stumbling to the side. His eyes instantly widened in immense rage, running back up and yanking Jaz back by her hair and loudly yelling in her ear.
"HEY YOU LITTLE BRAT!! DON'T YOU DARE MAKE LIGHT OF M-"
Vegetto Jr. quickly ran up to the two, pulling Jaz back with his arms wrapped around her waist, sheepishly grinning back at Beerus with a nervous laugh.
"I'm so sorry, Lord Beerus! Please forgive us, we won't disturb you anymore!"
His arms tensed and locked tightly around Jaz, his eyes turning down to her with a frown and speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Leave them alone Jaz! He could kill you easily; don't be so stupid!"
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Theron narrowed his eyes a bit at Kire, perking his head a bit and dodging Kire's demands.
"That reminds me, where is Koth?"
Gogeta Jr. nodded back to the ship.
"He's working on something with the new ship. Said he needed to take care of HK having too much control, he'll catch up in a bit."
Theron nodded, turning back to the others.
"Right. Well, anyway...uhh..."
He turned his eyes back to Kire for a moment, frowning.
"I honestly don't remember seeing your file in any of our databases, but I'm sure we can work something out later if you're as good as you say you are.-"
Vegetto's smirk instantly returned, stifling a small amused chuckle at the lack of recognition while Theron turned back to the others.
"Let's go meet the rest of the team. It's important you all are aware of how this alliance functions first before you lead it."
Theron turned on his heel, leading the group with Tien and Piccolo out of the hanger.
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"Hmph...I see. Very well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to-"
Beerus yelped, nearly toppling over and stumbling to the side. His eyes instantly widened in immense rage, running back up and yanking Jaz back by her hair and loudly yelling in her ear.
"HEY YOU LITTLE BRAT!! DON'T YOU DARE MAKE LIGHT OF M-"
Vegetto Jr. quickly ran up to the two, pulling Jaz back with his arms wrapped around her waist, sheepishly grinning back at Beerus with a nervous laugh.
"I'm so sorry, Lord Beerus! Please forgive us, we won't disturb you anymore!"
His arms tensed and locked tightly around Jaz, his eyes turning down to her with a frown and speaking in a hushed whisper.
"Leave them alone Jaz! He could kill you easily; don't be so stupid!"
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Theron narrowed his eyes a bit at Kire, perking his head a bit and dodging Kire's demands.
"That reminds me, where is Koth?"
Gogeta Jr. nodded back to the ship.
"He's working on something with the new ship. Said he needed to take care of HK having too much control, he'll catch up in a bit."
Theron nodded, turning back to the others.
"Right. Well, anyway...uhh..."
He turned his eyes back to Kire for a moment, frowning.
"I honestly don't remember seeing your file in any of our databases, but I'm sure we can work something out later if you're as good as you say you are.-"
Vegetto's smirk instantly returned, stifling a small amused chuckle at the lack of recognition while Theron turned back to the others.
"Let's go meet the rest of the team. It's important you all are aware of how this alliance functions first before you lead it."
Theron turned on his heel, leading the group with Tien and Piccolo out of the hanger.
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In the back right corner of the room, four figures all stood in front of the holo table depicting an image of a large, mechanical space station. The first man to speak was a green humanoid male, clad in Republic battle armor from head to toe in an orange and white color scheme. The markings on his shoulder were scratched off, however, as he raised his familiar voice with a small scowl.
"A squadron run like that won't work unless we have detailed schematics. We need hangar positions, the defensive capabilities, and how to disrupt the power core."
Zamasu turned his glare down to the second green humanoid figure, crossing his arms.
"You're the scientist here, you're supposed to give us the information on how to blast this thing to bits."
Cheelai shook her head, her white bowl cut of hair swaying from the shake as she buried her hands into her white lab coat's pockets.
"I cannot divine such information, nor pray to the gods of science to uncover this mystery."
Her eyes tilted to the side, a hopeful smile forming on her face as she nodded towards the graying-haired scoundrel leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Unleeeeess...a certain someone could extract that data in...secret? Eh?"
Clad in a rouge's outfit of a space jacket and pants, Yamcha shrugged his shoulders and remained firmly planted with his back to the wall.
"Hey, don't look at me. I've broken into some crazy places...but these stations are on a whole other level entirely."
All three ceased their conversation, and perked their heads up as Theron slowly escorted the group of Outlanders into the main command room of the base. He turned his head to the group, cocking his right eyebrow.
"I see everyone's making extensive progress on the Star Fortresses. Are we still pushing hard to make it off square one?"
Cheelai smiled back, nodding her head and speaking up for the others.
"We're almost there."
Her eyes perked a bit, leaning to the side slightly to look over Theron's shoulders.
"So those are the Outlanders, huh? Wow...Koth's plan actually worked."
Theron nodded to Cheelai, turning around to face the group and stepping to the side to continue.
"As you saw out there, we're building a pretty healthy alliance but it's not enough. The Core Worlds, as well as the remaining universes are still under threat of Arcann's considerable reach. Meaning we won't be able to openly wage war and inspire the universe against him yet: there are a lot of covert details we need to handle."
He nodded towards the four gathered at the holotable, smiling.
"I've assembled a small team of specialists to help you tackle the big questions and help find potential recruits. They'll handle a lot of the day to day operations, but it will be up to you to guide them in the direction we need to win this war."
Zamasu kept a stern stare, his eyes glaring at Vegetto for a brief moment before being the first to speak up.
"Admiral Zamasu, former leader of the esteemed Havoc Squad. Discharged from the Republic, but still ready and able to fight. I'll be leading the troops and fighter squadrons, come to me when you need boots on the ground."
Cheelai spoke up next, bowing slightly.
"Forgive the admiral here, he's not much of a fan of the former Sith Emperor. I am the universally renowned astrophysicist Doctor Cheelai Oggurobb. I admit, I'm not exactly a biologist, but I am thoroughly fascinated by the effects of long term carbonite poisoning on your mental faculties. I also am working on a very secret project that I could use some strong fighters for intensive study. Come to me if you have any questions."
Yamcha smirked, unfolding his arms and lifting up his right hand with his thumb pointed to himself.
"I'm Yamcha, sure you've heard of me. Broke the toughest blockade in galactic history while personally throwing the middle finger to Arcann himself. I'm the Republic's greatest outlaw hero, basically."
He stood silently, the rest of the group watching on without much of a reaction, before dropping his shoulders and letting out a heavy sigh.
"Fine...just...let me know if you need something smuggled dammit."
The fourth figure that stood with the three at the table finally spoke up next, clad in a light and simple red and black robe. A grey alien who was significantly taller and larger than the others, his bald head was uncovered as he slowly removed his hood, his black eyes glancing between the group as he spoke with a heavy, but flat tone.
"Your visage surfaced in my trials. I am the mystic Jiren...I will assist you. Come to me if you seek power and strength."
Theron turned back to the others.
"And there you have them. Chipper bunch."
Vegetto perked his head, raising an eyebrow.
"And just what problems are you looking to solve, exactly?"
Theron kept his same expression.
"Exactly all of them. Logistics, intelligence, military, technology...don't get me started on the Force and energy."
He then sighed, placing his hands on his hips.
"So...that's the team. Any questions?"
"A squadron run like that won't work unless we have detailed schematics. We need hangar positions, the defensive capabilities, and how to disrupt the power core."
Zamasu turned his glare down to the second green humanoid figure, crossing his arms.
"You're the scientist here, you're supposed to give us the information on how to blast this thing to bits."
Cheelai shook her head, her white bowl cut of hair swaying from the shake as she buried her hands into her white lab coat's pockets.
"I cannot divine such information, nor pray to the gods of science to uncover this mystery."
Her eyes tilted to the side, a hopeful smile forming on her face as she nodded towards the graying-haired scoundrel leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Unleeeeess...a certain someone could extract that data in...secret? Eh?"
Clad in a rouge's outfit of a space jacket and pants, Yamcha shrugged his shoulders and remained firmly planted with his back to the wall.
"Hey, don't look at me. I've broken into some crazy places...but these stations are on a whole other level entirely."
All three ceased their conversation, and perked their heads up as Theron slowly escorted the group of Outlanders into the main command room of the base. He turned his head to the group, cocking his right eyebrow.
"I see everyone's making extensive progress on the Star Fortresses. Are we still pushing hard to make it off square one?"
Cheelai smiled back, nodding her head and speaking up for the others.
"We're almost there."
Her eyes perked a bit, leaning to the side slightly to look over Theron's shoulders.
"So those are the Outlanders, huh? Wow...Koth's plan actually worked."
Theron nodded to Cheelai, turning around to face the group and stepping to the side to continue.
"As you saw out there, we're building a pretty healthy alliance but it's not enough. The Core Worlds, as well as the remaining universes are still under threat of Arcann's considerable reach. Meaning we won't be able to openly wage war and inspire the universe against him yet: there are a lot of covert details we need to handle."
He nodded towards the four gathered at the holotable, smiling.
"I've assembled a small team of specialists to help you tackle the big questions and help find potential recruits. They'll handle a lot of the day to day operations, but it will be up to you to guide them in the direction we need to win this war."
Zamasu kept a stern stare, his eyes glaring at Vegetto for a brief moment before being the first to speak up.
"Admiral Zamasu, former leader of the esteemed Havoc Squad. Discharged from the Republic, but still ready and able to fight. I'll be leading the troops and fighter squadrons, come to me when you need boots on the ground."
Cheelai spoke up next, bowing slightly.
"Forgive the admiral here, he's not much of a fan of the former Sith Emperor. I am the universally renowned astrophysicist Doctor Cheelai Oggurobb. I admit, I'm not exactly a biologist, but I am thoroughly fascinated by the effects of long term carbonite poisoning on your mental faculties. I also am working on a very secret project that I could use some strong fighters for intensive study. Come to me if you have any questions."
Yamcha smirked, unfolding his arms and lifting up his right hand with his thumb pointed to himself.
"I'm Yamcha, sure you've heard of me. Broke the toughest blockade in galactic history while personally throwing the middle finger to Arcann himself. I'm the Republic's greatest outlaw hero, basically."
He stood silently, the rest of the group watching on without much of a reaction, before dropping his shoulders and letting out a heavy sigh.
"Fine...just...let me know if you need something smuggled dammit."
The fourth figure that stood with the three at the table finally spoke up next, clad in a light and simple red and black robe. A grey alien who was significantly taller and larger than the others, his bald head was uncovered as he slowly removed his hood, his black eyes glancing between the group as he spoke with a heavy, but flat tone.
"Your visage surfaced in my trials. I am the mystic Jiren...I will assist you. Come to me if you seek power and strength."
Theron turned back to the others.
"And there you have them. Chipper bunch."
Vegetto perked his head, raising an eyebrow.
"And just what problems are you looking to solve, exactly?"
Theron kept his same expression.
"Exactly all of them. Logistics, intelligence, military, technology...don't get me started on the Force and energy."
He then sighed, placing his hands on his hips.
"So...that's the team. Any questions?"
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