"Like the legends of the Withered clan..." Solaris muttered in his focus.
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"I was never too good at following the code exactly anyway. Sometimes I do wonder if I should have been made a Jedi Master for that reason. Enough talk. Get out of my head." Kira replied.
Jaz continued to do as she was told, focusing the given energy as best she could so she can get out of this prison. She only hoped that she would be able to withstand the stress and strain on her body. She only wondered if she was truly capable of even leaving this prison.
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Kire's fingers snapped but he seemed oblivious to the pain given to him. His gaze lowered to the floor, listening to the Junior clone speak. He seemed, in a way, defeated. When the man mentioned about having a deeper relationship with his daughter, his shoulders twitched. He began to shake out of the sheer amount of anger he was in. He took a step back, almost as if he got dizzy. He lifted his head and his normal green eyes were a golden yellow color.
"Are you trying to tell me..." Kire's voice was rash and quivered. "...that my precious little girl has been...deflowered?!" Kire rushed to the clone at a speed much faster than before, his busted hand switched to that of a mini machine gun aimed at the clone. "And with the emperor's filthy son, no less?! Without my fucking consent?! He's a dead man!"
Kire didn't hesitate to fire away a barrage of bullets to the clone, ignoring the fact that he will do no damage whatsoever. He obviously cared deeply for Jaz, even joking or false accusations about such things around the father was enough to make him flare to insanity.
Mioi hesitated, as she had never thought leaving her body physically would be even feasible, but closed her eyes anyway.
I will still be myself... She reassured herself. The alien took in deep breaths to clear her mind clouded with thought. Worrying about what comes after could be for later.
Once she forced herself to stop thinking so many different things, she focused on resonating with the energy itself. She slowly folded her hands over her heart to try and visualize it better.
I wish to be freed from my imprisonment. Mioi thought to herself.
Panich and Bage both focused on the sound of the Dread saiyans words, letting their minds drift away from the thought of their muscles, their bodies, their fears, worries and obligations.
All they desired now was to escape. Escape from whatever had trapped them, so that they may ascend to a new realm that is free of all that held them back.
((Normally, I'd let you go through with it. But considering how potentially breaking the level of power could be if I let everyone run with the idea fully, I'm honestly going to have to say no for right now. Keep it as a secondary ideal, I think I might know what you're planning there. But yeah: transcending reality itself is kind of an overpowering feat that is something Valkorian/The Dread Saiyan is going to be guiding fully so we don't completely break the story with this development ^^; ))
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Kira:
The Dread Saiyan kept his smirk.
"Following the Jedi Code is the foundation of your title, Jedi. If you are not able to even follow it in a simple matter as this, then the recognition of 'Master' is your least concern..."
His smirk rose slightly.
"You're not even a Jedi. And you never will be."
The body of the Saiyan began to disintegrate away, the foundation of the meteor beneath Kira's body suddenly erupting out into a monsterous yet harmless explosion. Without the foundation to hold her, the Jedi began to plummet into a dark abyss, the scene of the wreckage above beginning to slowly fade into the distance...
Kire
Junior continued to chuckle darkly, sidestepping and dodging through the hail of bullets. His demeanor remained laxed and uninterested, unfazed by the occasional bullet that tore into his body. Dust exploded outward from Junior's body with each impacting bullet, but the hybrid Saiyan continued to advance towards Kire casually in the fire.
"Not in this prison, trapped in infinite combat with a foe you can't possibly hope to defeat."
The Saiyan rapidly shot forward in a sudden burst, pulling the minigun into his right armpit. His smirk remained strong, locking eyes with Kire as he crushed the metal in between his arm and chest using his strength, holding him still.
"All your life, you've struggled to escape from the attachments of this existence. No allies, no friends...no one to trust. You sought the same freedom as I did, freedom from the suffering and weakness of these pathetic life. To have nothing threaten your existence, and nothing to cause you this internal pain you feel over your daughter."
Junior slowly lept back a few feet, releasing Kire and dropping his arms to his sides while his body began to slowly morph back into the ominous appearance of the aged Dread Saiyan.
"Open your mind; the realm of possibility is endless. You can be free of worry and stress, as you attempted to feign at the start of this conversation. Without having to lose your daughter; all you need to do, is free yourself from your body's weak insecurities. Your weak mind, capable of breaking from a few pointed words and insults."
Premise for Characters that attempted the ritual under The Dread Saiyan's instruction:
As your character looked inward, a warm and scorching golden light shone brilliantly in your subconscious vision. Rising, it soon covered your entire perception, masking you completely in a burning sensation before finally retreating completely in a matter of seconds.
The Dread Saiyan kept his arms crossed behind his back, having locked his attention on Kire who was in the middle of the group of warriors.
"But you will need further instruction as we progress. The others have taken their first steps to transcendence, and it will be enough to break through the barrier."
He then stopped, gesturing to the throne directly in front of them. The entire cast of warriors had relocated back into the same throne room where they first met with the Dread Saiyan.
"The Eternal Throne...the new seat of power in the universe."
Sitting within the seat, Arcann himself was fixated on a blue screen floating directly in front of him. His visual face clearly indicated the change in age, having progressed deeper into his anger and hate towards anything standing against him. Standing at the right hand side of the throne was a new figure; a younger human woman, clad in black and gold attire similar to Arcann's. Her hood covered her brown hair, her matching orangish eyes locked on the same screen as Arcann's. More golden knights had lined the walkway once again, all figures aside from the warriors and the Dread Saiyan being seemingly frozen in time.
Vegetto blinked, quickly rising up to his feet from a kneeling position. He paused for a moment to study the others now with him before turning towards the Dread Saiyan.
"No...that's impossible. Not even your fleet could have changed the course of the universe so quickly..."
Kire lifted his head to face the man before him and quickly turned to Jaz. He seemed relieved to see her safe and sound and he let his previous angry demeanor relax.
"Well.. at least you're safe and sound." Kire said with a sigh of relief. He turned back to the Dreaded Saiyan and his eyes narrowed. "Mind explaining what happened? How much time has passed?"
Jaz opened her eyes and seemed to show little to no emotion. Her expression was clear as to who it was. She glanced at her father who only did one hand motion and it stopped her advancements. She glared at the Dread Saiyan with eyes that might remind him of a soldier. She remained perfectly still under Kire's order.
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