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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Vegeta could see no immediate injury to Viral, which was a welcome relief. No doubt he would be tired after expending so much power, but exhaustion was far preferable to any real physical harm. Nodding to himself after doing his check-up he glanced up at Viral, frowning hearing his response. "You did something no one else here could by beating that, and I'm sure they have seen enough to not mind you much. That being said you should revert back soon enough, especially with all that power you used." Generally if he didn't have the capacity to sustain the form then it faded, and that was what he was betting on for now. In rebuttal to Viral's other remark he could only scoff, looking over at T'charrl and Yumi to see how they were fairing. "I was never ashamed of you, and I don't know where you got that absurd notion from," Vegeta answered, glancing back with a frown, "I am ashamed of my inability to help you. I am ashamed we have to go as far as resurrecting the dead to find your cure, and I'm ashamed of how I tried and failed to find ways to handle you rather than trying to properly learn. It's my fault you ever even ended up at this point, so there is plenty to be ashamed of, but no... I am not ashamed of you, or what you've done."

It could well be hopeful naivety that was propelling Yumi forward, or just an innate sense to want to help. With salvation finally within arms grasp for Viral she couldn't bear to think something more might go wrong now, and so she hoped that T'charrl was anything but lost to them. He seemed not there though, and even as she tried to speak to him and show she meant no harm the signs weren't overly positive. Thankfully by some miracle she had managed to get through, feeling her body lighten with the anxiety that had come upon her as she watched her friend change back. It wasn't his true form unfortunately, and he seemed rather tired, but this was at least a T'charrl she could be confident in. "Oh good... Thank goodness you're back..." Yumi remarked, smiling as she stepped forward to help, but ending up having to stop as the odor on her friend assaulted her nose. Blinking back tears one of her hands shot up to cover her mouth and nostrils, looking at him surprised. "I don't even want to know what you're covered in... But you need a bath... Can you walk...?" She really didn't want to be covered in that goop herself as it made her nose burn even from here, but they did have to get T'charrl washed up.

Takeshi could barely see what was happening from where he was sat, though it seemed like everyone was okay. Maybe hurt, hard to say, but alive and well. With a bit of attention and some rest they should all be good to get moving again, find some Namekians and hopefully get their wishes made. Would the locals even let them though? With a fight like they just had he assumed someone must have caught wind of the fray, so it was a safe bet they knew what was happening by now. Would anyone come out though, or were they staying away because of the scale of it? He hoped someone came by, tracking down a Namekian after all this nonsense would really suck. "Hey... I'm not being silly, I just don't like sitting around, you know?" Takeshi retorted, smirking at his brother before motioning towards the door. "Go on squirt, get out and find some water to wash up in. I'll be fine, you should get clean while we've got the chance. Don't want to show up at the Namekian's doorstep looking like we went through hell, yeah?"

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"I don't like that word... But yes, I suppose it is revenge. After all we can't just let what was done to us go unpunished, right? But I guess we're trying to help other people from not having to go through that too. We know first hand how bad it can be, so maybe if we can do something to stop it others won't have to experience it too." Yeah, Yumi much preferred that explanation as opposed to simply being 'out for revenge'. If anyone was seeking revenge in this war she figure honestly it was the rebels, and her little group was more just fighting to keep themselves safe. If she were to say that aloud however it'd skew how Kiton saw everyone, and right now she was trying to just make him comfortable with being around them. "You say that like we're not constantly surrounded by trouble already," Yumi joked, smiling as she shook her head, "If you've got baggage then we'll take it, and we'll help. You won't be the first or the last person who brings something... New, to the table, I'm sure." All things considered this was a civil enough conversation, so Yumi was a little disappointed when it was brought to an end. Then again perhaps not, the reason for it ending was the apparent finish to the battle. Watching Vegeta just up and get to steering the shuttle she let out an audible groan, getting up to try and stop him unsuccessfully. Stubborn idiot, his wounds were going to take forever to heal if he didn't just relax.

Honestly, what was Shu's aversion to having a little blood on his hands? Sure, you wouldn't exactly go licking your fingers afterwards, unless you were insane, but there was worse stuff to get on them. It was his brother's too anyways, not like he'd just fought someone and was covered. Eh, maybe it was just a desensitized thing, Takeshi doubted he'd be as eager to clean his hands as the little guy was. Watching him with slight amusement as he went about wiping his hands he glanced out the door, wondering where the nearest body of water was for Shu to use. "I mean you can smile without showing your teeth, you know. Maybe the guy can't full on grin, but nothing's stopping him from just smiling." Well, except maybe feeling sick and like your life might be drawing to an end, that could be a real mood killer. Like everyone else, Takeshi became quickly alerted by the sudden flash of light, though not putting two and two together and assuming it was Viral. All he knew was it wasn't the monster, that thing used some sort of black energy, so it meant one of their friends had done it. Eager to see what had happened he tried to get out of his seat, wincing as pain shot up his legs and he quickly sat back down in the chair. "Bah... Stupid legs. I'll fly over there, I don't need them!"

Vegeta didn't know exactly what to expect coming out here, whether Viral would even be conscious after that exertion or not. The first thing he saw was Enki, towering over the shuttle and himself as it loomed over the battle sight, appearing to be worn out and off. The fact that the Beastman had used to much energy concerned him, he wasn't sure how well his friend's form could sustain itself like that. Even if there was the chance of Viral being out he had to check for any response, also somewhat wary he may not wholly be himself either. After calling out his friend's name there was a painful moment of no reply, a sinking feeling setting in his stomach. Then, finally, Enki began to shrink down and Viral was shown, still changed but hardly looking feral or out of his mind. Smiling weakly at his friend, Vegeta walked over to him and began looking him over, wondering if he had any serious injuries from the fight. "You... Well you killed it, well done," he said, placing a hand on his injured shoulder as he chuckled faintly, "Unbelievable... You do realize you just saved Namek, don't you? If the Namekians know what had happened here you'd be considered a hero, I imagine. Well done, I'm sure father will be proud as soon as he finds out."

Yumi wasn't sure what to expect of T'charrl, having never quite seen him do this before. He looked even more changed than Viral did, and given how the Beastman was a mix of things that was saying something. Even so, she had to try and help him, even if she had absolutely no idea how she would go about doing so. Slowly approaching her friend with hands up she stopped when he began hissing, frowning as she realized he may not recognize her. Viral sometimes had a lapse in judgment when changed, so it was possible that could be the case here as well. Whether he was trying to warn her to keep back or go away she couldn't budge, no way would she leave him here like this. "I'm your friend, T'charrl, I'm not going to hurt you. Come on now, you can relax," Yumi said softly, smiling as she took another small step forward, "You're all dirty... Let me help? We'll get you washed up and then I'll bandage you, if you need it. I just need you to relax for me, okay? Can you do that?"

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"Mercenaries? No, nothing like that. We're not getting paid for this or anything," Yumi explained, smiling slightly as she glanced down at her feet. "My friends and I... We've all been hurt one way or another by the Saiyans. Even before we ever met the rebels, Takeshi, Shu and Viral were all taken, and we didn't see any of them for a year. Then after they finally came back to us I was taken, so we've all had a lot of hardships because of those people. It's not that we're even really working for the rebellion, we just happen to have a common enemy." She supposed one could say they were friends, with a few of the rebels anyways. Though Ricken was a bit of a pain she couldn't say she completely hated him, and she certainly didn't hate Sasha. Sayomi was nice enough if a bit cold, and that big man whose name she couldn't recall was nice, if odd. Really the only rebel she wasn't overly certain of was Korian, as it was impossible to read him. Sometimes he was calm, other times he went a bit nuts, like when they were trying to charge Viral. To her it almost seemed like he was a Saiyan trying to escape what he was, and failing to do so. Glancing over at Kiton after explaining their group Yumi couldn't help but feel sympathetic for him. So he had always traveled alone then? Sure, if you never knew someone's company then she figured you might not mind it, but it still seemed like a lousy way to live. "You know... Our group is always growing, we seem to take new people in constantly," she explained, looking at the Frost Demon and smiling kindly, "You'd be welcome to join us, if you want."

Takeshi didn't know what to make of the fighting anymore, feeling the occasional surge of energy and not much else. For a while there was a lot of nothing too, and he couldn't help but worry something might have happened. Seeing as no one else was getting all worked up he kept quiet for now, figuring if something truly went wrong they'd rush in to help. Glancing over at Shu he smiled slightly amused, tearing off a piece of the medical gauze and tossing it to his brother. "It'll absorb most of the blood, sorry for that. Just wash your hands off when we land, okay?" They really didn't have anything on board for it far as he could tell, certainly no restroom on the shuttle. "I mean... Viral's not exactly got the kind of grin you show a little kid, you know? But if the guy wins this fight I bet he'd be happy, creepy grin and all." Chuckling to himself Takeshi began to try and get up, wincing as he felt his wounds being agitated from the pressure. He ended up holding still where he was then, but not due to the discomfort of moving; feeling the blast from something shake the very air around them he looked towards the cockpit, catching the brief flash of brilliant light from whatever that attack was. As Shu was quick to point out it certainly wasn't Ki, nor was it that dark energy the monster seemed to be using. The only explanation then... "Viral! We've got to get over there, now!"

Vegeta didn't need anyone else to give him reason to move, already to his feet even before Takeshi had said anything. With Sasha and Ricken still off to the side he moved past them, ignoring Yumi's shout to relax as he went for the controls. Taking a seat in the main chair he awkwardly fumbled with the settings with one hand, managing to bring the shuttle out of its hover mode and under his control. With a bit of pain from torquing his muscles Vegeta forced the ship to turn around, making their way back to the fight. Almost immediately he could see things had changed drastically, with the first massive difference being a serious lack of the monster. For a second he thought it may have burrowed underground, but glancing at the hole and seeing burned bits and blood marks he quickly concluded the beast was no more. Furthermore, he saw Enki still standing, which was a huge relief to him. It wasn't until his gaze set on T'charrl that a feeling of unease returned, noting how the Kaesstrian looked completely different from before. What was he covered in anyways, just what had happened? At the risk of being lashed out at Vegeta began to settle down the ship, and once it had touched the ground he promptly got to his feet, rushing to the door and jumping out without a word. "Viral! Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

"Vegeta, you're hurt! Quit running around like that!" Yumi snapped, frowning as she followed her friend out of the ship. Giving her friends dirty looks she promptly stopped in her tracks when she saw the aftermath of that last attack, blinking in amazement at just the sheer amount of damage Viral had managed to do. All of that in spite being in such dire straits, she was always amazed just by how powerful the Beastman was. Looking away from the damage she caught sight of T'charrl, even more stunned and worried at seeing what had become of him. Never mind whatever he was covered in, the fact he had changed again was especially worrisome, and there was no way of knowing if he was still in control or not. Biting her lip Yumi began to slowly approach her friend, putting up her hands just in case as she offered a small smile. "T'charrl...? Uh... Are you okay?"

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"Yeah... Dying would suck, guess it's good you avoided it," Takeshi said, smiling slightly as he shifted about. These next few days were really going to be quite uncomfortable unless he went overboard and hoped in a healing tank; these wounds, annoying as they were, didn't quite warrant that level of treatment. Besides, who knew what kind of state T'charrl and Viral might be in once they finished up with the monster, they may actually need the tanks. "I'm sure those guys will be alright... They're tough, and they're the only ones not hurt right now, so they've gotta win, yeah? I bet any minute now they'll come back in, grinning like idiots after killing the thing." Takeshi would like to be the one to have killed it, and were he not low on energy he'd fly out and rejoin the fray, regardless of what condition his legs were in. But nope, he was going to have to sit tight for now and just wait like the others, and probably listen to Viral about how he'd killed what they couldn't. He wasn't sure how to feel about that; happy that Viral had managed to fight and beat something again, or annoyed the Beastman now had a leg up on him.

Yumi figured she would just make rounds in the shuttle, check to see how everyone was faring with their injuries. Sasha and Ricken were off to the side having a private conversation so that left her to tend to the others, save for Takeshi who had Shu. Vegeta was being a bit of a pain with his remorseful behavior, though it was easy enough to make him stay put. Haku looked much too sore to really be doing anything, seeming to be staring off towards the fight as if trying to get an idea for what was happening. All that was left then was the Frost Demon, and short exchanges aside she hadn't said a word to him edgewise. Just as a formality she figured they might as well start with names, even offering hers first to try and break the ice. "Well we do work together, and we're friends. I don't see why they have to be mutually exclusive," Yumi remarked, frowning confused. "I don't see why it's risky, I think it's even safer than traveling with anyone else, even the rebels. I mean sure, they're the good guys in this war but if I had the choice I'd take someone I really knew in a heartbeat." That seemed pretty self-explanatory, she wasn't sure why she had to spell that out for Kiton. Taking a seat at the other end of his cot Yumi let out a groan, placing her hands on her knees and leaning forward as she stretched and popped a knot in her back. "I take it you travel by yourself, doesn't that get lonely?"

The monster could scarcely keep itself upright at this point, what with all the blood it was losing. It was quite obvious even to it that this fight was soon to end, and if it was then it needed to try and fulfill its purpose for being here. All of the Namekians had not been dealt with, but perhaps it could destroy all of the fighters with one final attack. Rooting itself into the dirt it began to gather energy, intending to channel a blast large enough that even the creature itself would lost in its wake. Stationary and committed to this attack as it was the beast could do nothing when it saw Viral's retaliation in the form of a blast, not even having gathered the power itself necessary for its attack. When Enki's power struck it the monster's energy faded fast, a shrill howl echoing through the area as it was literally blown to pieces, the remnants of the once giant beast quickly melting into nothingness. Once Viral's attack had finally subsided nothing remained, a large scar stretching across the surface and a wide hole where the monster had climbed out of. Plants and grass around the blast zone were singed or burning, but thanks to the blast exploding near water the resulting waves and falling of water quickly doused the would-be fires. Finally, after several long moments of battle it was over, and Viral was the one to thank for slaying the beast.

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Each time Shu plucked a rock out of his leg Takeshi couldn't help but wince, finding the whole thing very uncomfortable. It felt much better not having all of that junk sticking into him, but once it was removed too he became acutely aware of the wounds they left behind. Thankfully even with his very limited medical knowledge Shu was prompt in patching him up, actually not doing a half bad job with it all things considered. "Hah... It's not that I don't think you're smart enough," Takeshi lied, totally thinking that, "I just... Figured you'd never done this before, you know? Gathering food is one thing, treating wounds is a whole different thing. Hey, you're doing an awesome job though buddy." Ugh, though he was probably going to be sore as hell for a couple of days, and that wasn't even to mention what Shu was so generous in pointing out; sitting down and walking around in general was going to be a real bother. Maybe he could just cut out the middle man and fly, though that would definitely get tiresome after a bit. Smiling with relief as the final rock was picked out of him the older boy let out a sigh, grabbing the roll of bandages from Shu and going about wrapping the gash on his forehead himself. Well the little guy had definitely wrapped him up, perhaps a little too tight as he found it a bit tricky to flex his legs. Sitting up rigidly Takeshi groaned as he put pressure on the wounds, awkwardly leaning back to alleviate some of it. "Man... This sucks... Stupid rocks."

Aside from the broken arm Vegeta was hardly as bad as Takeshi, only having a few minor cuts and bruises really. Nodding appreciatively as Yumi got his injured limb into a sling he glanced back towards the battle, his stomach aflutter with anxiety as he wondered how the fight was progressing. Neither of the two out there were someone he wanted in that situation, their conditions far too precarious to be taking such risks. He knew there was nothing that could be done for it now, yet that didn't keep him from dreading and fearing the worst. "They had better be alright... Maybe I should go back..." Vegeta mumbled, frowning as he began to get up onto to be pushed back down by Yumi. Glancing up at his friend for a moment he relented, scoffing as he glanced away and ran his hand through his dirty, matted hair. "Fine... But as soon as they're done I'm going to get them. I don't know what good I am to them at this point but I've got to keep trying."

"We can all help too, you know. You're not the only person who is useful around here," Yumi remarked, frowning as she placed her hands on her hips. She and Sasha were doing their parts to help out, and even Shu was too for that matter. As far as her own injuries were concerned they were already beginning to heal, or they must be as she noted the soreness was quickly fading. A byproduct of her unique nature, perhaps? She'd never noticed quick healing before, nor could she explain why it seemed to come up now or what had prompted it to. Not that she was going to question it, having her body heal itself meant she could focusing on helping everyone else, which was nice. Satisfied that Vegeta wasn't going to run off anywhere Yumi went over to where Haku and the frost demon were sat, checking up on both of their bandages to make sure everything was nice and neatly done. "So... Are you going to share your name with us, or do we have to guess?" Yumi asked, smiling slightly as she glanced over at the alien. Caution came in part thanks to Viral's recounts of their species, but she was trying to keep an open mind and not make any sudden judgments. "My name is Yumi, and these are my friends."

The monster was absolutely livid, it wanted to devour all of these fighters and be done with this. If its master came around and found it had failed it would be killed, that was too if these ones didn't do that first. Struggling with its injuries and Viral's new found strength it was quickly reaching its limit, seeing no other option than to try and blast its enemies away. Lashing out at the Beastman it began to amass energy as well, intending to blow apart the machine and hopefully expose its prey inside. In the process of doing so however there was a notable pain in its stomach, as if something inside was rapidly expanding and threatening to burst out. Looking down the monster roared when a blade cut clean through, and the wound promptly made even bigger when T'charrl climbed out, leaving a gaping hole in its body. With an injury like that it was bound to die and it knew this, meaning now its only option was to try and kill the fighters. Growling weakly as it swayed in its spot the monster used its remaining limbs as posts, stabilizing itself once more as its head reared up, energy quickly amassing like before. This time it would use more, and it would intend to kill rather than just injure the fighters. If it was going to die here then fine, it resolved to, but it would do so fulfilling its master's wish.

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Takeshi loved his little brother to death, but that didn't mean he was wholly confident in the younger boy playing doctor. This was someone who had trouble dressing himself for goodness' sake, and now he was supposed to be applying first aid? If Shu didn't appear so eager to be useful he might have said something, yet seeing how eager he was Takeshi didn't have the heart. Ah well, he'd had worse, nothing his sibling could do would make this as bad. "That's great buddy, but pulling things out of people isn't exactly a puzzle." he explained, lying down in the cot with a sigh. Pretty quickly once the first rock was pulled he let out a wince, tensing up as Shu fair casually just took each offending object right out, not expecting him to be so direct and quick about it. At least the gel offered a little comfort, though it hardly made everything a hundred percent. Smiling tightly as he was given medical attention, Takeshi glanced back at his brother, amused by how happy the little guy seemed. "No, rocks in your face would suck. I guess it's better than that, huh?" he asked, chuckling before grinning, "Or rocks in your butt, right buddy?"

The monster had eaten one of the fighters, now if it could just get this other one! They were inside the giant machine, they had to be, and all it needed to do was break it open to get to its prey. Easier said than done however, as losing three of its six limbs could attest Viral wasn't going to go down easily. Roaring furiously at being injured it reached out with its talons again, trying and managing to grab hold of the Beastman, trying to drag him in close to get a bite out of him. Unfortunately for the monster its strength was waning due to blood loss, and it was unable to so much as budge Enki as the machine fought against it. What's more, an unexpected ranged attack caught it quite off guard, unable to do anything to protect itself as it was occupied struggling with Viral. Howls erupted from the monter's throat as knives imbedded themselves into its body, everywhere from its sternum to its neck and even a few to the face. Finding it impossible to retain its grip the monster released Viral, swaying slightly before lashing out again with its remaining three limbs, trying to aim for the cockpit where the Beastman was sat. At the same time it began to gather energy once more in its maw, hoping to blow apart the machine with one shot now that the other fighter was nowhere to help.

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

Outside of the boss room, Floor 25.

They had cleared 24 floors before this one with little trouble, so why should this be any different? Sure, one would think that as the floors increased so did the difficulty, but it wasn't a one sided change; as the floors went up so did their level, so long as they kept up to speed it shouldn't be too hard. It was for this reason that Suto could go into the dungeon confident, managing to be as lighthearted and joking as ever even during fights. No matter what the game threw at them he was confident they could handle it, they had thus far. From what they had gathered thus far it seemed every tenth floor was especially tricky, so they had a few more to go until they faced any real challenge.

Having cleared the final room prior to the boss room, all 49 of the Clearers, that is players who advanced the game, were taking stock of their gear and a much needed breather. No longer was Sword Art Online just a game, now you could legitimately feel tired. All of the battling they did, regardless of how well it went, was still tiring and required the occasional pause even for the most well versed of warriors. Rather than fretting about what lie beyond the doors most everyone was enjoying themselves, sharing a laugh with a friend or putting away a quick meal before the fight. Once this was done and over with there would be a party for the Clearers, the best part of any raid in Suto's opinion. There was always time for a party, and it was where most of his fortune was spent. Much as his friends tried to dissuade him from being so casual about spending his Col he couldn't help it, parties were his release in this world.

Sharing a laugh with another party Suto felt a hand slap his back, glancing around curiously and beaming seeing his friend Fitch. Alex in the real world, the two of them along with Mizuki had been friends for a number of years, and now found themselves trapped in Sword Art Online together. Aside from parties that was a saving grace as well, having some familiar faces along with the ride for you. Sure, throughout their travels they had made a few other friends, but nothing quite beat having someone from the other world at your side. Grinning at the complement Suto let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well... You know, I just try to stay positive, that's all!" Suto replied, smiling as he gave a thumbs up, "But glad I can help. And things are only going to get better after this, because we've got a party to go to!" He couldn't wait, it was going to be huge! A quarter of the way through the game, and a whole new town, what were they going to do for this special occasion? Watching as Fitch and Yari went off to talk the martial artist went to join the other damage dealers, wondering what their plan of action was.

"Alright, remember everyone, we want to maximize our damage without drawing the focus onto us. So we'll take turns with our bursts, and rotate as needed for the adds." Takahiro was the man in charge of Suto's division, a lance-user and one of the few of their group. He was an older man, probably 30 or so, and for that reason alone he figured people gave a lot of weight to what he had to say. That and he had an extensive history of MMOs, enough so that he'd been playing them longer than some people, Suto included, had been alive. Glancing over at the door Takahiro got to his feet, smirking as he placed his hands on his hips. "Everyone knows their role, so let's get to it. We might not be the front fighters but we'll show everyone we're just a big a part as the tanks, got it?"

Suto couldn't wait, he loved battling in the game even with the threat of death looming overhead. After you adjusted to how combat worked it became a bit of a thrill, and being one of the very few hand-to-hand combatants in the game, let alone the Clearers, he got to enjoy a unique take on battles. Smiling confidently with Takahiro's little speech done with he glancing down at his hands, flexing his fingers in the leather gloves he wore before re-equipping his gauntlets. They were simply enough in design, with two half-cylindrical metal plates strapped to his forearms, flexible padding between the top of that plate and another which covered the back of his hand; while meant as an offensive weapon the gauntlets also doubled as a modest defensive tool, enabling Suto to block basic sword attacks with the protective plating. The dual-nature of his weapons played into his "class too", something he self-designated as a Monk. He could use three different stances in combat, each offering its own set of bonuses and skills; his Fists of Fire stance provided the most offensive power, but offered no defenses; Fists of Earth offered defensive power while halving his damage output, making him able to almost play as a sort of tank, and finally his Fists of Wind made him elusive and quicker, able to pull off quick, moderate damage combos with ease. His style was one of the very few in the game that had such a thing, and he loved it.

Having taken their brief reprieve and gathered their thoughts the group moved on ahead, finally making their way into the boss room. Like every other one before it the room was ornate, polished to a point of almost beauty as one could see themselves in the floor beneath their feet. It was empty upon entry, but experience told them that would change in just a matter of moments. Preparing himself for the impending battle Suto assumed a stance, crouching slightly and holding his fists up as his gauntlets glowed with a red hue, an intricate pattern forming at his feet before vanishing, signaling his Fists of Fire stance had been activated. Though he wouldn't be the first line to fight he wanted to be ready, and this way he could swiftly deal with whatever enemies came his way.

Like many battles before this one began with a basic set of trash monsters, a few waves of skeletons that threw themselves haphazardly at the players and met a swift end. Though everyone had been giggles and smiles moments before the mood in the boss room was more somber, and even though Suto could still smile he was hardly jumping around for joy. Confident as any player could be one needed to be careful, one misstep and it could spell the end for you. Until they knew what this boss was capable of, he reasoned, everyone was bound to be strung up as could be. It didn't take long for the boss to arrive, and when it did show up it did so in a thunderous fashion as it sent a good many players flying, even killing a few in its first attack. Tension was palpable at this point, and yet for Suto so was an inexplicable feeling of excitement. This was what they had been working so hard for these last few weeks, and now that they were here he couldn't wait to see it finished.

It was impossible to know what to expect from a boss battle, and even with the limited information they had gathered on the boss they were in effect going in blind here. The attack pattern seemed easy enough to follow, the skeletons were simple enough to deal with, the fight by all means should have been child's play. So why then were there now cries of terror and anguish filling the room? Suto had been busy in dueling a skeleton to see what had happened, though the shuddering of the room with the strike of the giant's hammer was more than enough to draw his attention over to the scene. He knew what had happened the moment he glanced over, seeing Fitch staring at shattered crystals helplessly. There was someone missing in all of the fray, someone he knew he would never lose sight of or forget. But how could that be? They were doing so well, they had come so far and done so unscathed, so how was this possible? He didn't know how or why, but it seemed that after all they had been through Yari was no longer with them; by some cruel twist of fate they had lost their friend to this game, and in the real world her family and friends still home would be learning of her death any moment now.

Suto being made to face this realization was all too daunting at once, and he nearly forgot himself in his battle. Letting out a yelp as he took a clean vertical attack to the torso he stumbled back from the skeleton, staring at its emotionless visage as it raised its sword again. Yari was gone... She was really gone. The game had to have cheated somehow, she was too good to die like that. Instead of his friend being here he was now left with this... Thing, this inhuman, shambling corpse. It was just numbers really, and yet he felt himself experiencing a sensation he'd never felt in this game before. The anguish of his loss of a friend, the feeling of being cheated by a game they were forced to play, it all came crashing down and instantly transformed into a fury. Watching as the skeleton prepared another strike Suto yet out a furious yell, pulling his hands to his sides as he got a skill ready. With the sword swinging fast down on him he dashed forward, leaving a blurry trail of himself in his wake as he closed the meter and a half distance between himself and the skeleton with ease. The first strike of the combo was a simple jab, landing square in the monster's sternum and making it stumble back. Immediately following that was a haymaker to the left side of its head, the skeleton leaning sideways as it reeled from the blow. To finish it off Suto's body twisted around, his leg raising up and smashing it in the side of the head again, the skeleton falling yet immediately being forced back up as he kicked it again, then one last time square in the jaw, knocking it off of its feet and making the creature shatter before it could even hit the ground.

Suto wasn't sure what had happened in the fight after that point, only that they won. How many of the skeletons had he even killed in those last few minutes? He'd even made a rotation in on the boss itself, but that had been so fleeting evidently he couldn't even recollect it. By the time the fanfare had begun signaling their victory he was left panting from exhaustion, his shoulders sagging as he stared down at the ground abysmally. They had won, but what good was it when they had lost a friend? Victory wasn't going to bring Yari back, nor would any special drop or stupid party. Feeling tears welling up in his eyes the Monk sniffled, trying to keep himself from bawling like a baby as he rubbed at his face. Then, overhearing a familiar voice Suto froze, lifting his head and turning in confusion and disbelief; standing off in the distance was none other than Yari herself, but how? She had died, he knew she had died, so how was she here now? Exchanging a glance of utter confusion with Fitch the two boys dashed over immediately, no doubt both utterly baffled by the turn fo events.

"Y-Yari...? But how... I thought..." Suto began, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to flow down his cheeks. Letting out a half-sob, half-laugh he shook his head, having to cover his eyes with his arm as he smiled meekly. "I can't believe it, you're alive..." He didn't know how, it didn't make any sense and yet for the moment he hardly cared. Feeling such a conflict of emotions he only became even further confused when Yari's response threw them through a loop, sounding earnestly unsure of who they were.

"Heh... W-What...? Come on Yari, it's us! Alex and Hiro, who else? What... Did you hit your head or something?" Now he was getting scared, this really wasn't a funny joke. She hadn't died, if she had she wouldn't be here right now, so what gives? Why couldn't Yari remember them? Or was she just in shock?

Everyone had quickly caught wind of what had happened here, and in no short order the party began to fight amongst itself. Then again it might be more correct to say the party began to fight against Nero, as all hostilities were quickly focused solely on that one boy. So he was responsible for this, for somehow bringing Yari back to them? If he were able to so much as lift a finger right now Suto would probably be groveling before Nero and showering him with thanks, but this was just too much. His friend had been dead, yet now she was here, and somehow Nero had been responsible for it? They were told once someone died they were killed in the real world, so how was their friend here now? Watching as things began to escalate all Suto could do was stare at his friend, wondering if it truly was her, or perhaps some imitation that the game had created. It might explain her not knowing anything, no way could the game fake all of her memories like this. Yet deep down he refused to accept that explanation himself, more wanting it to be the genuine article than anything.

Finally the infighting was brought to a halt by Heathcliffe, though no doubt hostilities would persist. Happy though Suto may be the others did raise fair points, why hadn't their friends been saved? He didn't mean to be ungrateful or anything, yet with so many lives lost why was their group the one spared anguish? He had no part in the matter and yet he couldn't help but feel responsible, looking around at everyone else with a frown before lowering his gaze. There was no way this would go over smoothly, he could already tell. They could worry about the potential backlash later, for now he was more concerned with helping his friend.

"Yari... It's me, Suto... And Fitch, we're your friends," Suto explained, smiling sadly as he took a step forward. When Yari stepped away defensively he halted himself, his lips trembling as he extended out a hand for her, "Come on... We've been friends forever. Before this game, before any of this, the three of us have been friends for years." How could she forget all of that? Everything they had done, the countless hours spent goofing off together and everywhere they had been. Feeling a definite dampness on his cheeks Suto made no effort to hide the tears, chuckling nervously as he reached out, "We're your friends... Don't you remember?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"W-Wha... You eat just as much as me squirt!" Takeshi said indignantly, frowning as he shook his head, "Maybe you should eat less then too! If I'm eating too much then you're definitely eating too much!" Then again they were Saiyans, or part Saiyan anyways, so putting away an entire buffet by oneself really wasn't that unusual. Could they even get fat? He'd never heard of a fat Saiyan, maybe it wasn't even possible. Still, it got Takeshi all agitated at being called fat, though he dropped the whole argument pretty quickly when he knocked his head off of the shuttle. Groaning as he was brought inside he was finally released onto a cot, glad to have made it in without Shu dropping him in the process. Huh... The little guy did a pretty decent job all things considered, that was nice. Wait... What was Shu doing now? Why did he have the bandages and gel? Watching the younger boy curiously Takeshi blinked when he came over to help, really not too sure about his brother playing doctor. "Er... Well... Maybe we should get Sasha..." he began, cringing when he saw Sasha giving him a dirty look. Jeez, he barely said anything, why were women always glaring at him?! Letting out a soft sigh he smiled slightly, pointing to the gel first, "See that? You're going to take a little bit and rub it on my wounds, which I guess means we need to get the rocks out," he explained, gesturing back to his legs, "Just... Throw them out. After you put gel on you wrap the wound up with the bandages, and use clips to keep it together. Do we even have any?"

"Of course we do. No, we have bandages but nothing to tie them with," Sasha responded, rolling her eyes as she returned to Shu. "See these? After you wrap the bandages like so," she began, taking the roll back and using a tiny bit to demonstrate, "You pinch the two ends together and use the clip to hold it in place." It was a fair straightforward process, yet clearly Shu had never done this before. For someone stuck in the middle of a war and who traveled a lot it was a bit surprising, she figured basic first aid was rudimentary for everyone, medic or not. Wanting to get to the others on the ship she left Shu to do his work, promptly turning back around on her brother and Kiton who were being the absolute best of friends right now. "Ricken... If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all," Sasha teased, quoting their mother as she knelt down and began unraveling a roll of bandages. All of his wounds were fairly shallow, save perhaps for the one gash on his arm from the bites. For extra measure she had grabbed a disinfectant solution for that one, and without saying word edgewise she sprayed a bit into his wound, smiling apologetically as he cringed and let out a hiss. "Don't be such a child, you've had worse. Now hold still so I can wrap you up."

Vegeta was far from thrilled to be out of the fight, especially with Viral and T'charrl being made to do the battle for them. Neither were really in position to be combating that monster, not on their own. He was supposed to be helping them too, by all rights he should be forbidding them from putting themselves at so much risk, even if it meant he and the others had to fight in their place. There was a serious chance that things could go wrong here, and since they were so close to getting everything fixed it was only infinitely worse. Feeling a surge of power, from what he couldn't even say anymore, his heart sank as he feared something bad was happening. Looking in the direction of the fighting he frowned when Yumi grabbed his chin and forced him to look away, looking up at her confused before moving her hand and sighing, glancing away. "I've failed them... They'll either lose their lives here or be hurt, and I can't help them for it. Even if we manage to get my father back it'll be too late..."

"Vegeta, you're not a doctor, everyone knows that, and yet you're trying to be one. You were never trained to be one, and just reading a book or two doesn't make you one," Yumi explained, sighing as she shook her head, "The things your dad and his partners must have done in making Viral, it's way above you and you know it. That being said..." Giving her friend a smile she sat down beside him, grunting from discomfort as he put pressure on her sore ribs, "You tried, and you kept trying even though you knew you didn't know what you were doing. They'll be fine, they're perfectly capable of fighting. Or did you forget Viral's stronger than any of us, or that T'charrl's got power we don't even know about? Sure, maybe you won't be the one to cure either of them, but no one can fault you for trying your hardest to. And at the very least you're the reason Viral even got this far, you're the reason he can be cured. So seriously, quit whining, because it's not like you." Vegeta was always confident and self-assured, not this borderline slobbering mess he was now. Yumi could sympathize with being worried, but she knew to a degree how resilient their friends were, so there was plenty of reason to be assured they would be fine.

The monster was prepared to wipe everyone away with another blast, that's all it would take. In lieu of not noticing T'charrl was in its mouth it tried to release its attack regardless, finding itself getting a literal face-full of its own power as the blast ricocheted back off of his shield and went right back down its throat, tearing into its face as well. Letting out a loud howl of pain the monster was certainly wounded from that, but far from dead and now angrier than before. Seeing a chance it clamped down its jaw despite the pain, managing to catch T'charrl off guard and swallowing him before he could react. With a satisfied hiss it turned its gaze onto Viral then, not noticing it was being attacked until just now. Snarling furiously as it lashed out with its arms it managed to swing past him, mostly in part due to having three arms simultaneously severed by his blades. Shrieking from the pain the monster reared back, shaking before letting out an erratic blast to try and force the Beastman away, missing him by a good few meters and blowing apart a bit of ground beyond him. With its remaining arms it tried to grab hold of his, hoping to tear them away and keep him from doing that again.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Despite having lost some blood Takeshi still had enough for his face to turn red, glancing back at his brother abashed before letting out a huff. "I'm not fat! I'm the same size as you!" he retorted, frowning as he folded his arms, only to wince when he rubbed his abrasions, "Ugh... I'm just a little taller, so if I'm fat then you're fat too." They hadn't expected Sasha to show up as she had, but her timing couldn't be much better in the scheme of things. With Viral now using that machine of his and T'charrl probably fighting without any inhibitions things were bound to get messy, it was best that anyone not in a state to fight get out. It would be nice to get seen to, and more importantly get these rocks out of his damn legs. "T-THEY'RE NOT IN MY BUTT! THEY'RE IN MY LEGS!" the older boy shouted, his face burning bright red as he threw his hands down indignantly, "If you keep joking about it I'll... I'll put a rock in your butt!" It would be hard to sit for a while but for reasons other than having a rock up in his nether regions. Not to mention sleeping, now that he considered it, as he always slept on his back. Man... Why couldn't he get hit somewhere else, like his left arm? He didn't use that for anything! Looking inside of the ship he smiled slightly, only to wince and grasp his head as Shu accidentally bonked his skull off the door. "Agh! Careful!"

Ricken knew better than to snap at his sister when she was like this, figuring he'd end up in worse condition should he speak out. Really his situation wasn't all too bad, gashes and bruises aside. Seeing Takeshi be brought in with debris poking out of him brought a slight smile to his face, if only because he was amused by how indignant the Saiyan seemed. Being totted around by Shu had to be a bit demeaning too, the child was hardly someone he'd go to for help. Leaning back in his cot he closed his eyes to relax, only to open one again and glance over at Kiton as he spoke. "Hmph... Did we disappoint you? I could throw myself back into the fray if you'd prefer that," he retorted bitterly, frowning as he closed the eye, "Some fine mess you brought with you, I'm sure Korian will love to hear how you- OW!" In the middle of speaking Ricken was smacked with a roll of medical gauze over the head, only hurting a bit as it hit a bruise on his head. Wincing as his hand clasped over the mark he looked up at his sister, scowling as she threatened a repeat.

"It was an accident for all we know, so we're not telling Korian anything." Sasha said, shaking her head as she turned to the Princes. She knew the story, sure, but it was hard to put Kiton at fault. Even if he had known the creatures were on his ship, which he did, she was sure his intent never was to deliver them to Namek. At any rate no one was in any kind of condition to be fighting right now, there were far too many injuries for that. Glancing at the door as Yumi, Vegeta and Haku all found their way inside she simply pointed to the cots, waiting for everyone to sit down before glancing between the group. Far as severity was concerned she would probably see to Takeshi and Vegeta first, everyone else had more or less abrasions by comparison. Seeing as Shu hardly seemed injured she gave the young boy a smile, walking over and offering him the bandages and healing gel. "Shu? Would you mind helping me patch everyone up?" she asked, trying to butter him up a bit. She'd need some help with this and while she doubted Shu had any idea whatsoever as what to do she might as well recruit the only healthy person.

The monster was absolutely furious right now, unable to so much as get a single claw on T'charrl as he swarmed around like a gnat. It wanted to kill and eat, that was all. Worn out as it was now and injured it needed the food, but it couldn't get any as all of the injured were retreating. On top of all that the threat that Viral now posed was massive, it had to be eliminated first and foremost. Rearing its head to the Beastman the creature gathered another mass of energy, preparing to release it and blow away Enki in one fell swoop. Hardly even seeing T'charrl any longer it released its attack in full force, immediately realizing something was wrong as the energy ricocheted and hit itself. Roaring through the attack it quickly cut off its energy, a good portion of its maw and chest bring scorched by the intense power of the blast. Even in its pain however it recognized what was with its reach, and wasting no time the monster clamped down its jaw, trying to swallow the Kaesstrian whole before he could so much as react.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Yeah... No idea if the damn thing even breathes... I know it lives though, and we'll fix that," Ricken retorted, smiling painfully as he shook his head, "I don't even care right now... I just want that fricken thing dead, and for us to be done with this mess. We're asked to secure Namek and we will, but I won't mind if that monster just drops off the world right about now." No doubt he and Sasha were going to be questioned to the moon and back about what had happened, particularly how they encountered an entirely new variant of monster here. There was still no certainty as to whether this was actually one of the smaller beasts from before or not, nothing sans the color of its hide suggested it might be. No doubt that there were going to be a lot of holes in their story too, and a ton of information they would be unable to provide. Watching as the Kaesstrian flew off he frowned, resolving not to follow but still frustrated at the fact. There were other things to concern himself with anyways, as he turned around and noticed the shuttle returning to the field of battle. Eyes widening in surprise he quickly flew up to cut off the ship, looking at his sister baffled through the glass as he gestured for her to leave. "Get out of here Sasha, it's not safe! Go away!" he shouted, turning his head as the monster roared from T'charrl's attacks. One of its arms went flailing in their direction as it tried to fend off the attacker, swinging in fair quick and managing to clip one of the shuttle's thrusters as it passed over. Seeing the ship stutter in mid air and tumble slightly Ricken flew over to it, getting on the far side and placing a hand beneath it, grunting as he flew up to try and keep it steady. Once it had settled he breathed a sigh of relief, moving up to the open door and looking at the Frost Demon curiously. "Hey."

Sasha felt the need to do something here, even if that something was only provide some sort of support. She'd done what she could for the Frost Demon, but by just showing up at the battle she could see there was far more work to be done. A lot of good she would be able to do if the shuttle was destroyed though, and when they were struck there was a real moment where she feared it may have been irreparably damaged by the monster. Thankfully that was not the case, and after settling she pried herself from the controls, sending a glance at the battle going on before hurrying back to the door. Seeing her brother all beaten up and missing an arm she couldn't help but groan, reaching out and grabbing him by his tattered shirt and yanking him inside.

"H-Hey! Sasha!" Ricken shouted, gasping as he stumbled inside and was subsequently made to sit down on a cot. Giving an oomph in the process he rubbed at his sore head, looking up at his sister with a frown, "That thing nearly killed us, mind going a little easier on me?"

"Please, you're fine Ricken. Just sit there and play nice, will you?" Sasha asked rhetorically, "Your spare arm is in back somewhere, we'll get it fixed in a second, just wait." If she couldn't be involved in the fighting then perhaps she could be of help another way, by evacuating everyone that was hurt. Going to the doors she looked out at the group below, surprised how nearly everyone was injured in some way; after a blast like that however she supposed she ought not to be that surprised. "Hey! Get your butts up here, we're moving the injured!" Sasha shouted, waving to everyone down below, "They can handle this, just get in!" She may have doubted that just Viral and T'charrl had the situation under control at first, but after witnessing the Beastman rather dramatically take form of some giant mech she was fair confident their help wasn't needed. Returning to the controls of the shuttle Sasha reared it around, slowly descending towards the injured fighters.

"Yeah... Not bad buddy, you did good," Takeshi said, smiling approvingly at his brother. Huh, who would have thought the little guy could control his energy like that, evidently the bit of training they had done paid off. Either that or he got lucky, that was always a possibility. Unfortunately they couldn't quite sit here and let Shu get more practice in, there was the small matter of getting to safety first. In his state Takeshi would hardly be moving much at all, and while he could probably fly it it wouldn't be in the most graceful of fashions. Well then, if his younger brother was feeling good about himself maybe he could fly them out, luck be willing. Watching as the little guy came over Takeshi lifted up his arms, blinking in confusion as he was awkwardly lifted and left danging precariously in Shu's grasp. "Hey, you saying I'm fat?!" the older boy quipped, frowning as he glanced back at Shu, "I'm not that heavy! Seriously, we've trained with heavier weights than me..." Could be the little guy was just tired too, that was always possible. Hearing Sasha calling for them to get in the shuttle he smiled tiredly, thinking a cot would be awfully nice right about now. Pointing up to the approaching vessel for Shu's sake he sent a glance back at Viral and T'charrl, wondering if just the two of them could really finish this.

The monster wanted to kill every fighter who had attacked it, but was unable to so much as look at the fleeing group thanks to T'charrl. The blasts to its face were largely mitigated by its frills, but the unique energy of the Kaesstrian was leaving some fair painful burns. One spot on the frills was even beginning to burn away, leaving a fair thin slab of flesh where its thick hide once was. Snarling furiously as it watched the alien dart about it took a few unsuccessful swipes, finding nothing but air between its claws. In the fit of trying to kill T'charrl it neglected to try and even stop Viral, only noticing what was happening when it caught sight of the massive machine out of the corner of its eye. Swiveling its head to look at the Beastman it snarled angrily, opening its maw and hastily gathering energy to blow away the new threat.