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The Bio-Saiyan found it very odd indeed that she had encountered two people in the area of Red Ribbon's base, and neither worked for this powerful military might. Though she figured that they would think the same of her since she was clearing in the area and looking for something. As Nyx introduces herself to Sayla, the Bio-Saiyan's eyes searched the area to see if they had been spotted, "I am..Sayla..that is all I can tell you." She sounded a bit distant as her crimson eyes return to the cat-girl and Makyan.

After what seemed to be an awkward silence to the young girl, Sayla clears her throat, "So what are you two doing here? I mean...I'm looking for something that they took from my." The Bio-Saiyan lightly holds her head as random flashes of her awaken once more runs though her head.

The sudden crashing force of ki slamming throughout the area of the Red Ribbon Academy, followed by the jaunting scream of a scientist as he is sent sailing through the air and shattering into the opposing wall not too far away. The powerful Android known as C1 would be making his way through the area with ease. Code named Reaver, this particular android would casually slide his plasma like blade straight through one of the lower robots that were trying to stop his movement through the level itself. He had finally believed himself strong enough, he had finally come to this land in search of beginning his take over through the death and fear by those that held their lives here in search of science or anything else for that matter. His always active 3D-Scan would reveal the lives and ki auras of two other, no, make that three other power sources not too far away. This made his eyes widen with a form of sinister glee which was quite common to him now a days. The odd plating that covered his mouth like an armor would snap downwards as a twisted mouth opens wide with multiple razor sharp teeth shining in the lights of the lab he had slammed himself into. A long black tongue sliding from and then across his lips, before returning to his mouth as the platting slams back into position across his mouth and nose. It was time to move forwards and have a little bit of fun it seemed, this would be interesting, he was sure.

Focusing casually upon the between points of the three Ki locations, his entire body soon phasing away into the air, before he would be appearing before the three in a moment. The long blade of his plasma like sword slashing outwards and aiming to crash straight through the body of the only male of the group, while his extended hand shot forwards with the use of a Daichiretsuzan, by charging a purple orb upon his fingers, and then snapping his entire arm to the side as he lashes out with a blade like version of the Death Beam attack. This blade being said to be able to cut through almost anything it comes into contact with, with ease. Reaver's black and purple eyes stare forwards with pure sinister intent as he attempts to kill all three of these warriors in an instant, whether or not his attack was something they had expected or not was not what he cared for, with a simple and sudden attack upon the three of them, he should have been able to catch them off guard enough, that he would be able to kill at least one of them with his existing abilities alone. This made his own features that much more excited, bloodshed was always something that would make him personally happy. "Hello.. And Goodbye." He mutters more to himself, as a twisted set of laughter is emitted in an almost casual way from his lips, his entire body taunt, even as he was moving to prepare for the second wave of attacks just in case they were needed to fully finish off his new opponent's at hand. He would consider this the training he required to prepare himself fully for the rumored tournament that was headed their way in the near future.

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Downtime had taken longer than Kawari had expected. Much longer. For a time, she had hypothesized that she had in effect been placed in dry-dock, without anyone so much as giving her the update. Luckily, that supposition was proven flawed, as eventually, the mechanics returned to their normal routine, including performing her own maintenance and assorted upgrades. there were no major problems with the work connected with her own status, just basic maintenance and a few modifications she had requisitioned. Nothing major, just a shift in the logarithms in her battle suite and the associated hardware upgrades. Overall, her specs hadn't shifted by any great degree, but the subtler changes would likely prover their usefulness the next time she was deployed for combat. As well, if that larger project came through, her potential would be enhanced to an incredible degree. But that would take some serious manpower to construct, and time as well. Until it was ready, she didn't want to stray too far from HQ. It could easily be transported to her, but this irrational anticipation caused her to grow tense at the thought of even a slight delay in the upgrade. That irrationality would have to be studied at a later date, the data forwarded to the logistics center to see if there was a flaw in her programming. Feeling like that, it seemed almost human. And she wasn't human.

But for now, there was nothing to do but wait. She had ran routine performance checks on a near-daily basis for the past week, and now it was time to step things up a few notches. A live fire drill. The HQ kept a healthy supply of drones, undifferentiated combat units, for use both as shock troops should a combat situation arise, as well as for reactionary targets for drills and practice. She would test out her new modifications against several of them, see how far she could go. It was a matter of only a few moments to replace her live ammo with tracer rounds. Paintballs, really, or harmless light in the case of any laser-based weaponry. Her scheduled opponents would be equipped similarly. Both sides would be under a sensory warden, the program would issue altered data to make them feel as if the injuries were real, with ensuing loss of mobility or functionality. If any of them received enough mock damage, the warden would cause their functions to come to a halt to signify that they were then 'dead'. It was likely as close to real combat as it was possible to get, without actually being real combat.

She submitted the electronic request for a full squad of blanks. Blank being the colloquial term given to the undifferentiated drones. And by the time she arrived at her reserved field of operations, the squad was there, standing at attention and awaiting further instructions. No words were spoken, there was no need. Oftentimes, androids would speak like the flesh races when around them, to not appear to inhuman. But amongst their own kind, information could be relayed much more quickly and efficiently when done electronically. The orders took only a fraction of a second, and then the squad snapped a salute in unison and ventured into the field to set up their own temporary base at the opposite end. The sortie would not begin for another ten minutes, this would give both sides enough time to get at least a cursory examination of their surroundings, as well as set up any quick defenses that they could manage. Nothing that would prove truly impassible to the other side, but enough that the change in approach would allow strategy to perhaps play a bigger role, rather than simply letting the battle devolve into a running gunfight.
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Shirubā Hoippu


Shirubā flew through the air with high hopes. He was on his way to Dende's Lookour, looking to train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. 'I might try to make a better Spirit Kamehameha,' he thought. 'Spirit Kamehameha version two point o. Nice ring to it. Or maybe I'll just try to create another technique.' He smirked at that. Shirubā then looked down and realized that he had went off course. 'Oh well,' he thought, shrugging his shoulders. 'I'll just teleport there.' Shirubā then was about to go when he saw a large building, made of smaller ones. He didn't even notice it from afar and this surprised him. 'Intresting,' he thought. Shirubā then saw that there were guards surrounding the area. A smirk came onto his face. 'This'll be fun,' he thought. He then took out his katana and flew down, making sure to land outside the large wall that surrounded the place. Shirubā lowered his ki for stealth reasons and walked towards the gate. He saw that it had a bow insignia, with two Rs inside. Suddenly, Shirubā heard something that sounded like a gun. Immediately, he was bombarded with weak bullets, which Shirubā easily dodged. With a swing of his arm, he then destroyed the turents that were attacking with a Spirit Sword. "Weak!" he shouted, quickly putting his hand over his mouth. However, it was to late. The gate then opened and Shirubā saw a group of soldiers coming at him. They all bore the same bow isignia. Shirubā took out his katana and sliced through the ranks before they could even shoot him. "Weak humans," he shouted, again covering his mouth. "I really need to stop shouting." He then sensed apporaching soldiers and looked up to see the soldiers in flying vehicles. "The Air Force eh," he said with a smile. "That won't be enough to stop me." The soldiers in the jets then fired missiles and the other soldiers fired bullets. It was either because Shirubā was so fast or because the missiles were so slow that Shirubā was able to grab and throw back all the missles and bullets. After all the soldiers were defeated, Shirubā was finally able to look around. He saw that just about everything here had the same bow insignia. 'RR?' he thought curiously. 'Raving Rockets? Riding Rasens? Rockng Rasberries? Ribet Roxy? What could it mean?' He scratched his head. Shirubā then walked toward one of the buildings nearby. Suddenly, he was hit in the back of the head by a weak ki blast. He turned around to see a massively build man with the same bow isignia. 'Another guard,' he thought. He then took out his katana and charged at him, surprised when he dodged. The man then aimed a punch his way. Shirubā quickly used the afterimage and got behind him, slicing him in half with a Spirit Sword. He then froze when he saw mechanical wires where the man's organs should have been. 'What the hell is this thing!' he thought. 'Its a complete abomination.' He saw that this man looked just like the man who had beaten him in the tournament. 'An alien,' he thought. Shirubā crushed its head and made the crimson puddle larger. 'What kind of place is this?' he thought. He then walked toward the building and looked through a window. Shirubā saw that the place had many machines, such as pods. He was about to climb in when he suddenly was grabbed by the head from behind. Struggle as he might, he couldn't break free. What's more, he felt his strength being sucked out of him. He hadn't felt like this since that battle with Vi. Shirubā quickly used instant movement to get out and appear behind the assasin. He saw that it was a lank man with dark brown hair and a black jacket blue jeans combo. "Who the hell are you!?" Shirubā asked, making a Spirit Sword pierce his chest. The man didn't aswer. Suddenly, he disappeared, getting behind Shirubā and trying to grab him again. However, he was smart enough not to fall for the same trick twice. He quickly used an afterimage to get behind the man, jumping back. "Who are you!?" he shouted. The man then turned around to face Shirubā. "I am number fifty," he answered in a robotic voice. "I am an android created by Gero Jr. My codename is Doragon. Intruder. You have trespassed and will be eliminated. Leave now or you will be assimilated." Shirubā scratched his head. The one he had fought before must have been an android as well. A smirk came onto his face. "I don't think you should overestimate me just because I'm a kid," he said. "You'll surely regret it." Doragon then stuck out his hand. "As you wish," he said emotionlessly. Shirubā saw that there was a small, red, button-like object in the center of his palm. Suddenly, a blue ball of ki formed in his hand. It was medium sized, much like the Spirit Ball. Doragon then fired an energy wave as big as the Kamehameha. At close range, it would have killed Shirubā as he was before that whole Staypuff situation. However, thanks to all the training, Shirubā wouldn't be done in that easy. He then stuck out his hands to try to stop the attack. Shirubā let his ki spike so he could send the wave upwards. He then fired a Kamehameha toward Doragon. Doragon held up his other hand as if he was trying to block the attack as Shirubā did. However, the beam was suddenly was sucked into his hand like water to a sponge. Shirubā gasped. He hadn't seen something like that since the battle with Mr. Popo. Except, he had swollowed it. This android sucked it up. Doragon then charged toward Shirubā, at greater speed. Shirubā blocked the attack with his right arm, held diagonally. He then tried to punch him in the chest. To his surprise, he was able to block the attack. They then both jumped back and attacked each other again. However, it seemed that they were equally matched. The two were matching each other blow for blow. Even Shirubā's katana didn't help for an advantage, as Doragon caught the blade and kicked Shirubā into the air. 'This is impossible,' he thought. 'Just a few minutes ago he could catch me, let alone block my attacks. How could he get stronger so fast.' He then realized that Doragon must have been holding back. 'Seems like I've ran into the big guys,' he thought. He sighed, slaming Doragon to the ground with a kick and flipping back, only to be suddenly sent flying with a kick from Doragon. Shirubā would fire an energy wave, but he had learned not to do that. 'Only one option,' he thought. He then squatted down, about to transform, when he was sent flying with a flying spin kick from Doragon. Shirubā skidded across the floor and growled. 'Better distract him,' he thought. He then used instant movement to appear in front of the sun, firing a ki blast to get the androids attention. It hit in front of the android, so he could suck it up. Doragon looked up to see the blinding light of the Solar Flare. Shirubā smiled when he saw him wiping his eyes. He then transformed into a False Super Saiyan and teleported behind Doragon, kicking him into the air while he was still blind. He then fired a full power Spirit Kamehameha, wasting no time in his destruction. Normally, Doragon would have dodged. However, in his blinded state, he had no chance. The attack was to large and powerful for him to block and it was enough to kill him. Shirubā then fell to the ground, going back to normal. If it wasn't for his ever expanding armor, he would have needed to go for more clothing. He smiled. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of shouting guards. 'I think it's time I made my exit,' he thought. He then gathered enough strength to teleport to a different location, resting before going to a different location.

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Desco looked around. This place was perfect for her needs. After all, what better place to see first-hand what evil could truly do, then to go to the very home of evil. Evil's breakfast nook! And what better evil than the organization that had once attempted to take over the world? Nobody believed they had given up that dream, did they? Of course not. So she would go amongst them, learn what it meant to be really evil. Much more than simply jaywalking or not holding doors open. As she approached, she found a small but spherical stone. Curious, but hey, all villains needed a secret cache of valuables. She picked the orb up, wondering how much it was worth. The start of the evil financial empire of Desco was now! She chuckled a little to herself as she continued on. There was much evil to be done, much evil to be learned and practiced.
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Desco frowned, silently fuming but visibly neutral. It wouldn't do for her to let her irritation show, after all. An overlord needed to maintain a calm resolve, especially when around the rabble. She was definitely annoyed, though! She had spent several days within the RRA HQ, but there had been nothing! No discussion of plans to overthrow the government, no torture, not even an execution of a traitor! On one hand, she understood the need to not promote evil openly, at least until the forces gathered were strong enough to make the strike that would prove their supremacy. But even so, couldn't the have acted just a little evil? No, they were all going through the motions of being more or less benevolent, and that bothered her. She'd have to try somewhere else. Maybe if she looked around the world, she'd eventually find someone evil enough to be worth studying under. At least until she was strong enough to usurp their position and take over their role. That was the natural order of evil, after all.

She plucked the sphere from her pocket for a moment, marveling at it's colors, including the two tiny stars embedded in it's center. Then she replaced the orb, and left. Simply walking away from the RRA, as if it was just another walk in the park. Nobody tried to stop her, nobody really seemed to notice her presence unless she called their attention to herself. For now, that was fine. Later, when she was stronger, she would be powerful enough that everyone would notice her. For now, discretion was sufficient.
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[Desco obtained '2-Star Dragon Ball.]