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How long has it been since he had last been here. It felt as if he had been gone for so long from his home, scouring the darkest corners of space to reaching a planet known as Earth. He had met so many there and had caused so much pain as well. He had tortured a majin and nearly killed a second one before launching himself off towards space. His faction had betrayed him and he had made sure they would pay. When that fool had given him full access to everything he had made sure to delete every file he had given them about the kold demon, had kept his lineage under wraps and out of site. Never would he bring it up for others until it was absolutely necessary. He wasn’t going to live by their accomplishments after all, he was going to live by his own!
He had journeyed to a saiyan planet and had lived, though there was something he wondered, back there, there had been a robot who he didn’t care to destroy albeit getting stopped, but he still wondered who sent that, maybe he could apologize for the threat and explain how he left his previous faction. How much he despised them ever since Leena had make the android leader, that android had made a mockery of his demon culture. He had tried to make a mockery over him. That wasn’t going to be how it worked anymore. He was getting the throne back to himself. He was going to become ruler of the Kold Army. He was going to choose a different name however for this, Kold was the name of an old forgotten leader that had been lost in legend. He was far older than would be needed. No. He was going to make this place a true army, These..were his Arcosians, soon they would be an army reformed.
Bris landed his feet on the metal stairway leading up to the palace, it was such a mess, one day he would rebuild it but for now he needed to confirm his claim. He had to last here and defeat all challengers that would be to come at him, if none came then the throne would be his. Only the mightiest of their race could hold this position. This was his challenge to prove that he was the mightiest of his race. No, not to prove, he was the mightiest of his race, there was no need for more proof than that.
As Bris entered the palace he spotted a small group of Kold Demons fighting for the throne. He could feel their powers, even though both were in their true forms they were still weaker than his suppressed form. It was pathetic for them to call themselves the strongest of the race. Bris could only laugh at the sight, these fools exerting their full power all the time would not be able to handle such an opponent who had true control. A few of them turned towards Bris, they could feel his strength. While a few backed down, the fools in their true form having been so weak, they were the first ones to charge at him. They weren’t worth snow on his feet but he wasn’t going to back down from such a challenge. What they had in power from their true forms was still weaker than his own suppressed form. They moved at an average speed to his eyes, but still they were nothing compared to what was to come next. The first one having gotten close to hm launch one of their claws aiming for his eye however their focus on attacking his head left them wide open as he ducked and reached a hand to toss him right back at the other Kold Demon. To let them live would be a pure weakness. To live with such a defeat would be a pure weakness, he was giving them a kindness, one of the few he had ever done. Raising a single finger he began to fire a single death beam to pierce through both of their skulls. However still he couldn’t forget their race’s ability. Their bodies were incredibly durable so as he got closer he began stomping his foot on top of the both of them, stomping until there wasn’t a single chance of having them be alive. No doubt they had been sent to the afterlife, he would even guess hell to consider the amount of men they had killed possibly. Turning towards the other he could only laugh, until an arcosian could truly challenge him then this throne was going to for sure be his. The only way to make their power grow once more, once he could reach the throne. He would need to find a way to make an alliance with the lord of demons, frost demons and demons after all had been known for the longest time after all as good friends. Just maybe he could, there was also that second power he had felt throughout this universe, a god like creature of some sorts and whatever it was, he wanted to meet it, see what it desired as well, if they got along well eventually he hoped they could form an alliance as well. So many ifs but until the time could come, well..he supposed he would have to see later on then.
As Bris looked at the multitude of frost demons, there were quite a few that desired to try and kill him to gain the throne. So he was the one being challenged now..well than this was going to be a quick fight. ”For all that are listening, I will prove I am the strongest of our race, and this throne shall belong to me. Once I gain this throne we will no longer be Kold Demons! We will be Arcosians! We will be the Arcosia Empire! Not the name of a fallen one, but of a new one. Where we can prove just how strong our race is!” Bris would roar just as he charged right towards the first of the group, this was indeed gonna be a very very long day.
WC: 1052 PL: 120,000 Suppressed Form
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2016 15:35:55 GMT -5 by Deleted
There were the few who rallied behind him, the few that roared against him, and than the others who were unsure. He was going to show them that this would be their mistake. One by one, the supporters who rallied with him rose to his sides, however one by one those against his challenge rose on the opposite side, they were the ones who stood closer to the throne. If he wanted to get this throne than he was was going to have to fight each and every one of them. Now that he had allies to back him up..he was set in getting the throne back for his family legacy..no his legacy. From ancestors of the Kold Clan raging through his veins, the Bris Clan shall have its name engraved in history in his honor once he could gain control of the throne. Piece by piece those that had been unsure now were choosing a side. He was happy to see that he had a good fifty percent of the portion of arcosians here, sadly they ranged from weak to strong. He hated how useless the weak was, but he couldn’t deny that they did do what was meant for them. They were the best kind of cannon fodder after all.
One minute, that was all it took for hell to break loose, it was one long charge right towards each other as both sides collided. No doubt many people who could sense ki throughout the galaxy could sense the powers of the multiple kold demons against one another. None of these arcosians on the side against however could stand up to his power. The ones that were trying to ask for mercy, their necks twisted as their heads were ripped out or were shot in the chest by one of death beams. To ask for mercy was a sign of weakness, in their culture after all only the strong survived, though not many were as cruel as he was. He however still despised the weak, they poisoned the health of all the others and needed to be exterminated. The fools challenging him, only the strong ones, if they asked for mercy he would let only one out of the six of them live if they chose his side. He may despise giving it, but if he could get a strong soldier out of it than he couldn’t care less, he would make sure they were punished more so if the failed him later on. However as Bris felt positive this would be too easy of a fight..he felt something..something that was indeed a lot stronger than the others. Possibly close to his strength. It didn’t surpass him, but his sense if they had to place a number it would be around one hundred thousand. That was too high for his taste..they would need to be eliminated or wounded. If he could would the Arcosian maybe he could turn him into a servant, one of his minions to help against anyone in the future. Yes that would be perfect, all he would have to do is to make sure to wound them enough to assure his control.
That was when the second powerful arcosian appeared. They were in their own suppressed form however it didn’t look like they could transform into their own true form. That meant he could easily win this without resorting to a higher form well easily would not be the right word. This opponent was quite close to his own strength..He supposed he could still win however. It just would be more challenging than he had originally planned. Taking a look at his opponent, he didn’t show any fear for there was none. This battle was over before it had started. This arcosian must have been some kind of mutant breed however, they were absolutely huge! Much bigger than most Arcosians, however that didn’t guarantee anything yet. ”What fool you are, thinking that you will actually be able to beat me. It is futile you know? There is a reason I will be the supreme ruler of our race. Now do you want to take this the easy way and pledge your loyalty to me, or do you want the hard way? Though I will warn you that I possess three more forms that are more powerful than the last and unlike you I can change into them freely.. He would ask in a pure mocking tone to the massive arcosian. Bris did indeed notice that he might have pushed too far. The giant brute launch a fist right towards him! The fist looked to hold such a strong power to it, however Bris noticed something that made him laugh. It had gone much slower than the power within it. The large muscle mass must have been causing the rest of the Brute’s body movements to be much much slower. All he had to do was out speed them and it would be fair game. ”Hard way it is than,..however i must tell you...you are already completely outmatched. Bris would say with such a sinister tone it left the brute in wonder. ”What do you mean?! I outmatch your power!” However Bris moving at such faster speed upper kicked the arcosian into the air. ”That is where you are wrong..no arcosian here can surpass my power. That includes you..you see..I learned something while I was out in the edges of space..I learned the forbidden arts.. Bris would say with a smirk that meant no possible good, his other hand stretched out he began to form his micronova rather only a tiny bit bigger than his false death ball he launched it right at the Brute, upon engulfing him Bris could hear the screams, however Bris wasn’t done.. Squeezing his hand shut the micronova surrounding Bruts collapsed upon itself forming a black hole for a very short time. Constricting and choking the opponent into unconsciousness. The battle between both sides stopped for this moment as the Brute fell to the ground covered in burns..unconscious and obviously pained. ”Hmmph..not even worth too much of a challenge..though maybe you will make a good minion later..”
It wasn't that long or far off when from above the sky a ship at just the brink of the atmosphere was in view. A vessel of mighty proportion and carrying weaponry and power that could rival most fleets alone. It was brought in close enough by the special link its pilot and master held connected to it at the moment as if it was a very extension of her body. The ship staying far from the danger but just close enough where people strong enough could leap out in high atmosphere and make their way to the strange battle bellow that truly required some curious attention.
The violet black dot of swirling purple energy skyrocketing downward as spiraling next to it was the green aura of the demon clan Namekian as well. Two warriors known somewhat in the expansive galaxy now. Heroes to the nations under the new free banners. Death squads to those that turned cheek or spit at the ideals and offers of the new holy empire. "Kold demons... I can't most certainly say there are other places I'd rather be." Maya would say softly before landing not far off from the action. Maraca landing near her as well his arms crossed and snickering lightly whistling at her as the massively tall Namekian seemed chuckled and a bit surprised she'd said something or anything really. "They really can be adorable can't they though? Don't look to down in the dumps girl. I'm sure we'll get to have our fun and carry out our duties after all." Licking his lips with his rather long tongue as his large ears twitched listening to the things stirring around him watching those strong warriors at battle. "So it looks like our lord was right. Something big is going on here? So what's all the Ruckus going on here? Are the Kold demons playing a little rough lately. Our comrades and personal lords might not take kindly if it turns out the Kolds are getting a little ballsy now. You all wouldn't be fighting over something special now would you?" Speculating and chuckling asking the one of power that stuck out the most near a rather defeated looking chap. Maraca had been informed to the extent he needed to know as did Maya. Jarvis's mind and senses could reach most anywhere. But they had station and power so he didn't feel the need to hand feed them every littly tiny detail. If they couldn't handle these jobs somewhat self reliant after settling down they didn't truly deserve position did they? He'd hoped these two could settle good information and ensure this empire knew its place. He'd have been listening in his own way while taking care of his own business back on Kanassa. "It might be the best thing to allow such gatherings... Whats all this mess you fools have stirrling?" Maya called out a bit more to the point the black brenchian more so the to the point type. Only more open and herself to her lord and the young Durendal. Most others only got to see her more serious and punctual side.
"Well this should most certainly be good. Its nice to see them when they stand so small compared to what they once were. Adorable really... lost to so many others now they fight themselves. I'm not even sure why we were sent here. Its hardly a threat here. Even as a whole." Unclear if he was referring to the main warrior they looked at, the race and army as a whole, or perhaps the entire Kold empire. One thing was clear Maraca definitely had a ego possible far bigger then his power and a pride to match. His gravely toned voice carrying a hiss of arrogance to it as well.
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Bris was so close to winning this battle. He smiled at the sight of the waning opposing forces. More and more were slowly either being killed or turned to his side. With their strong powers fading this battle was soon to be over. All was going perfect and soon this empire would die and a new one would be born. Right from the ashes of this one the Arcosia empire was soon to come. With the remnants of the old empire burning a new one would be able to form. They would get their revenge on the PTO for having caused so much damage to their planet. The Planet Trade Organization had left them weakened for only a temporary time. Their planet was growing to life slowly and they were gaining their own strength once more.
However something did feel strange, he felt a power, a large one arising from the sky. No it wasn’t a single power it was multiple! They didn’t feel like arcosians, in fact one felt almost like namekian, the other...brenchian. What was a brenchian doing on this planet. That was a death sentence for most of them. Slowly he turned towards them as they approached. The aftereffects of this battle dying down as the other side was practically defeated, it was just a last stand now. However it seemed he was the one being questioned here as they asked what the fools here were doing..he was no fool. He was positive on that, the soldiers could finish this fight without him for now.
He couldn’t show fear, if he showed fear than he would be showing weakness. He slowly walked right up to the group and looked up to the aliens. Although his size was rather small with his suppressed form, he still held quite a bit of strength with his higher forms, yet even if he used one hundred percent of his true power, he wouldn’t stand a chance against these aliens. Such power he couldn’t help but be marveled by. Where could they have trained to harness such strength? He wanted to know, however he couldn’t treat them like hostiles, even if one of them was a brenchian. He needed to keep the focus off. Maybe there was a chance that this brenchian wasn’t a part of the Planet Trade Organization. He was going to have to take that risk. ”The only fools here are those that oppose my power. Those would be the ones on the other side of this battle. They think I’m not right to take control of this throne..they think I am too cruel. Of course not that they're saying much now with their skulls ripped off hehe. I wouldn't call it a mess, more I see it as a rebirth from the death of an older empire. How we work on this planet is that the strongest of our race holds control over the throne. Well I am the strongest currently, I stated my challenge and well you see how well that worked out, especially for the weak. The weak have no place until they can prove their strength. Now most of them are dead in what is it the Earthlings call it? Survival of the fittest? Now than I surely hope there is a reason for you to have came here. Afterall you are bearing witness to the death of the Kold Empire and the Rebirth of the Arcosia Empire, we have shed the name of kold demons for it was a name of a fallen empire, we are simply the Arcosians now. Or are you here for other reasons, such as the PTO trying to stop us? Bris would state coldly as he stood right to face up at the namekian.
That was when a young Arcosian approached Bris. ”Sir we have succeeded in defeating the rest of the other side, the throne is yours to command sir, soon the history shall be written acknowledging you as Lord Bris. It was an honor watching your power sir.” The cadet would inform as he would gulp at the sight of the powers by his new lord. He was not hesitant on moving off and away. Once he was far enough off Bris turned to face the group of misfits once more. ”Now for whatever reason you are here for it will need to wait, I have a throne to climb. You are welcome to come and see if you wish, but for now I have a empire to rebuild and I hope we can come to speak on what it is you are here for. Bris would simply say in response to them. Slowly he walked off from them towards the throne of new Arcosia Empire. Feeling the cold touch of it he sat upon it and stared down upon his subjects. ”This battle is over, we have won and now as your new lord. The Kold Empire has fallen and now we have risen from its ashes to form the new Arcosian Empire. We have left the name of the Kold Demon behind, if I truly wanted to be egotistical I would name us Bris Demons, however I am not that egotistical. We will be known no longer as a race of a fallen empire. We will be known as a race of the new Arcosia Empire, we are the Arcosians! Though in honor of our first victory and in honor of my ancestors, the planet's name shall be Planet Bris No. 1. Now if we want to progress than we need to devote where our funding heads towards. Right now our defence is weakened, we devote funding to new ships and military. We need to unite if we want to show that the Arcosians are no fools. The Saiyan Alliance has held control for too long over the worlds and the PTO is but a distaste across the galaxy. There is a chance we may have an ally possibly if I can find out who they are. I had been pulled by my old faction one that had betrayed me to planet Natto. There was a robot there from another world as well. I was on a mission to have to destroy it before I saw a potential. I don’t know what happened with that robot but whoever it had been sent by could be an enemy of the saiyan alliance. If we can find this leak, then maybe we can forge an alliance. In the end however we will show that the arcosians are not the weak kold demons of the fallen empire.” Bris would announce to the crowd of Arcosians before turning towards the misfits, giving a signal that he was ready to speak with them. Here went the hope that nothing went wrong.
WC: 1139 TWC: 3249
3,000 word requirement met, waiting for timeline to end now.
Maraca just yawned half way through the warriors speech and proclamation of power. Explaining what he'd done and his reasoning. Maraca seeming to somewhat mock him lightly looking over his shoulder at times. The mutant namekian mouthing something towards Maya that honestly for the most part just ignored him. She wasn't the jesting type after all. More serious and what you'd expect from a general or royal guard. Maraca however was more the boastful pride driven image of arrogance. But he had power... he had experience. Jarvis wouldn't fault someone for minor faults like Maraca's given the lord himself always enjoyed a bit of fun and a good show as well. If anything Maraca not only added even more diversity to the royal council and power chain but it also gave him someone he enjoyed.
He just chuckled and flew up to a higher point of view perching on the edge of a lightly destroyed building as the new 'leader' addressed his people. Maya fading off and drifting to hide within the crowd. "So many fancy words for some forgotten lizards? You know its rather hard to say... So you want to work with the saiyan alliance maybe? -whistling- I'd say that's a bad move creature. That might make PTO look like a better ally then you. My lord wanted us to come poke around to see if this planet's people were worth consideration given he sensed what was happening... The empire rising again haha I doubt he expected this! We all thought it was just done. I think you don't fully comprehend the situation your in here!" He'd say chuckling and hoping form his perch landing as close to Bris this time as he had gotten to Maraca moments earlier in his earlier explanation. "Those alliance won't exist for much longer creature... We both know with its growth soon all will fall under the God King Caesars control... An you've been out of the game a long time. You want to rule here that's fine. But this planet could easily be destroyed if you become a annoyance. Were here for damage control!! So tell me why shouldn't we deal with this now? Why shouldn't we just destroy this planet or even let you creatures rise again? This part of the system too will eventually have to join the side of the true god or be destroyed as well. This empires day came and past long ago... So if you want it back well you better find where you best belong and remain there. An right now you have to convince me!" Pointing his thumb at himself licking his large lips through his razor toothed mouth. He was definitely trying to get under the creatures skin. Saying all this so so many others could hear him. He was to assess the situation and handle it at his own leisure. Relations with PTO possible war and just how deadly they really were. The Dreamer alone high in the atmosphere was one of the best war ships in the galaxy. That with these two powers among the winning kold army didn't bold well if they displeased his new emissary. Much more deadly then the robot Bris would have known of before. Maraca not being clear if he knew of all that or not.
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Bris had felt drained after having gave such a large announcement. This had been a delightful day he still considered, though many kold demons died today he didn’t care for them. They were Kold Demons, now all that remained were the true Arcosians. Still it seemed business was business as he was pulled right back to the powerful strangers. One of which deciding to speak right above him. Turning to the strange namekian like figure he listened to what they said and grew irritated at the suggestion that he would ever work with that pathetic alliance of saiyans. The last time he had been there they had attacked him without mercy. All he had been doing was a job and in the end he had decided not to go through with it, their thanks to him was shooting him in the chest while he retreated out into space just to heal. Of course there was also the fact of his own faction hitting him with a ship, that one had hurt quite a bit.
Still that had hurt quite a bit so. In fact he really did not like that memory. If anything he would rather forget that whole thing. ”I find it quite ridiculous that you think I would ever work with the siayan alliance. They could all suffer for all I care. Their just a bunch of monkeys who think they're all big and might. They feel it alright for themselves to invade any planet they desire and just treat such with immense disrespect. It makes one wonder what difference they have from the old relic of a saiyan empire. I can assure though no empire will be rising here. Rather a new one is being born. The Kold Demons are dead, we are Arcosians now. The Arcosia Empire is what we are, not the dying relic of a forgotten empire. Bris would simply say as he would let the knowledge sink in. He was wanting to make sure that his point had indeed gotten across.
”The day that Alliance no longer exist I will take the pleasure of dancing on the bones of the monkey alliance. As I said, mere fools warping at lightspeed towards their own doom. I know there’s nothing I even need to do to convince you, because if you truly wanted me to convince you you would have even asked me as such. I know where to lay the right side on. I can feel this god king’s power as we speak. He is the one I said in my speech I want to forge an alliance with. However right now there is no way I can provide as much help as I like towards them. My planet comes to priority and right now because of that blasted PTO’s tree from long ago it is dying. Once I find a way to make my planet last longer or find a way to ensure our race’s, the Arcosians survival. Than we will see about your god king. I do however wish your boss the best with whatever they are doing on the Kanassa Planet. Such Power I feel, I would gladly work with any god who wields such..Now have a good day.” Bris would say as he would attempt to leave, he had a lot of work ahead of him to do, maybe if there was someway to restore life to his planet he would be able to help the god king, but for now he had to focus on his planet’s people.
WC: 596 TWC: 3845
Attempting to leave thread, would like PL + Racial 10% bonus for suppressed form + Title of the Arcosia King as well as renaming the planet to Planet Bris 01 and faction to the Arcosia Empire
Maraca just chuckled and watched the creature leave having no fear of any of the army. Maya watching in silence having shielded her self in a hood and shaul. Likely appearing as little more then a slave maybe blending in with some of the minor races that were few in numbers spread about. The few slaves and servants that remained to the noble surviving Kold houses. He'd turn giving her a look that smirk ever present on his lips. He'd resist just yet making anything to big. If anything letting the snake retake a head wouldn't be too bad. It'd give them something to cut off if the empire grew to annoying in its hunger for power if it had any at all truly. Maraca would just snicker and wait for the crowd to disperse. They'd be returning to their home soon... But they'd have their ways to keep watching. Bris would have his empire for now... But he'd have to watch himself.
-Exit. Sorry for lateness chose to cut this short so as not to hold you up anylonger. It was a enjoyable topic <3 PL please
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